Travels of an Eilin [Prolouge]

The sounds of nightlife echoed the quiet forest, crickets and other insects singing their song of nights as on the outskirts, Natalia sat in a small shack; a sort of foxhole if you will. There, behind closed doors she tinkered, restocking her self as she changed up her game plan. Brushing aside a lock of her white hair she reached up and softly scratched her black feline like ear, taking a composite bow and some custom made arrows in a red quiver she placed the container and bow over her shoulder as she took a bag of speckled golf ball sized marbles and stashed them in her jacket pocket. With a sigh she placed on a black bandana over her mouth, under it was a special mask designed to filter in oxygen. Putting up her dull black hood of her worn out jacket Natalia pulled up her sleeves, her skin was fairly pale as she began taking off the makeshift knife holding apparatus and attaching two canisters of an unknown substance as she slid them back down. "Time to hit the road..." She said, picking up a large metal tin and splashing gasoline on the hiding place, she then took out a strike anywhere match from her pocket and struck it against her faded jeans igniting the match before throwing it, setting the shack on fire as she left. She stopped as she looked to the pale full moon, her white bangs sticking out of the hood as her black cat ears twitched from the wind softly blowing. She smiled a bit, tonight would be a new night. Dusting off her torn and faded jeans she headed off, away from the burning shack.

Natalia continued to walk in silence, her cat ears alert to the various sounds of the night forest. Hearing a snap, her pupils shank to slits as she glanced around the area and spotted an Elk a few yards out east of her. Adjusting her bow she dashed after it before jumping and snagging a branch with her hands and swinging herself up on it, jumping and swinging to the next tree before she swung and flipped, snagging her legs on the last branch and dropping down, she wrapped her arm around it and brought it down as its neck cracked and its body went limp. She closed her eyes and dragged it away into the shadows of the forest to eat, setting it down she lifted the hem of her jacket, attached to her jeans rested a holstered hunting knife. Taking the knife out she paused, holstering the knife back as she dug into her back pocket and cursed under her breath. She picked up the elk with a grunt and headed to the burning shack.

With a heavy grunt the cat girl dropped the fallen elk by the fire and sat, she soon began to skin the elk, speaking in a language unknown to humans, a form of prayer for the fallen hunt to find peace on it's way. An hour soon passed as the elk was skinned, folding the skin Natalia began cutting off the meat, taking a branch and making a roasting pit. Putting the various carved meat on the branches she began to cook them with a gentle sigh as she lowered her mask. Looking up to the stars she gave a look of longing. Looking back to the fire she began to sing, voice soft and and gentle with a twinge of sorrow. "Sa'nok nga iiya oe sa'nok ku'gya 'eveng neawa kip txon hawnu xeu ta shii klaeya moera. Oe syaw ne selph oe syaw ne malwae oe syaw ne fnu syaw naux'ia. Oe heaw za'u ne'ìm ne nga sa'nok ne'ìm ne mefun nwali~" She said as she sang softly to the stars, they themselves twinkling as if to convey the emotions she shared.