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melody whilst gliding from tree branch to tree branch. Scarlet Inhales the earthy smells surrounding her and continues her way further into the dark, ever-growing abyss of greens and browns. To anyone else in Scarlet's village, the forest makes people retreat back to their man-made wooden boxes they call houses, but to Scarlet, all the smells, sounds and scenery make her want to run deeper into it, exploring every valley and mountain. Which Scarlet would gladly do if not for the shining white orb that hangs in the darkening blue night sky; calling forth the monsters that are created from its silvery white light. Unlike most villages, Scarlet's is pl

ping basin, only to be disappointed. Besides

that it makes it easier to lay against the branch. She whistles along with the birds chirping around her as she pulls an apple out of her cloak pocket, she slides her father's hunting knife out of its holder that's wrapped around her left thigh and starts slicing wedges of apple and lifting them to her lips. When she finishes the apple she places the core next to her instead of throwing it to the ground, in case it scares away lurking prey. The sun slowly rises higher and the village bells begin to ring. Scarlet whistles the six note tune twice, glancing in the direction of the town, but is unable to see it through all the layers of forest in between them. The bells ring every morning of wolfstime to let the villagers know that it is safe to come out, even though everyone knows the beast r

h her father. She draws the arrow back and prepares to fire, still amazed at the fact that she was getting a shot at a deer, and especially in wolfstime. As she breathes in and is seconds from releasing her arrow, the sound of leaves and twigs crunching and snapping distract both the deer and Scarlet. A human figure slowly emerges into the clearing about hundred metres away from the tree where Scarlet is perched. Scarlet's eyes are a blazed with fury, see immediately fo

eline, he was still there looking in the same direction where the deer had fled back into the woods. Scarlet flings her bow back over her should and

t the hell do you think you're doing?" She stalks over

ng." A ma

dinner for the next few nights!" Scarlet excla

raven black hair hangs messily around his face, while his close-cut, bristly beard frames his square jawline. Scarlet stares directly into his memorizing eyes. Hazel orbs that look like autumn has adverted its touch into them, wi

our village. Ever." Scarlet stands firm and observes that her new acquaintance has a large bag thrown o

scary about your v

ays simply. Which only ma

not know? Scarlet thought everyone knew of her village's curse, and that was the reason no-one ever vi

lightly and what appears to be fear, engulfs his curious expression, but only for a second. "Last night was the first night of wolfstim

composure returns and he grins, revelling perfectly stra

ve to be." Scar

vel a lot. Your village was just the next in my line." The man smiles

ur village, and especially at wolfstime?" Scarlet asks herself as well as the strang

tle taken back by his tone. "And if your wolf problem is so bad that nobody visits your little village, then why are you out in the woods all by yourself

s stance, letting go of the hilt of her knife and folding her arms across her

und Scarlet. Scarlet doesn't ta

he hand back on th

extremely dangerous and their presence isn't to

air bit about werewol

e way to your village, I've been traveling for many days now and do hope to get some rest." Scarlet cocks her head to the side. She hadn't expected him to ask that but she felt oblige to see that this stranger makes it the rest of the way in one piece. Sh

utiously walks around he companion and

d in front of him. "I'm Luca by the way. Your name?" He

every calls me Red