Post by Maya Holt on Jun 9, 2012 14:59:54 GMT -5
Another hit, another target. It seemed to speak of this young girl's life, making a goal then reaching it then making more. Maya raised her bow again and pulled the string back, the gears went to rolling and the bow went to bending. As silent as a rat the pressure was released and the arrow soured across the range. Smack. The head dug itself into the target and in the red zone. A slight smirk barged itself onto the girl's face as she thought about her little match that was coming up, sure the Apollo boys were good, but Maya could think faster and well, it seemed that years of stealing and winning bets leveled the odds into her favor. Few Dryads giggled and pointed their skinny little fingers at the teen and gossiped about her choice of clothing. A tank and ripped skinny jeans was all that covered Maya's body but she wouldn't have cared if a Wally World bag was a dress, if it holds up and is comfortable, well what else do you need? Maya rolled her icy blue eyes and as swift as a cat she had an arrow pointed at the Dryads and the string was pulled,
"Why do such pretty creatures have to be rude ad have their pretty little lives in a threat?"
That was all Maya needed to say, the creatures shrieked and disappeared into their trees. Maya sighed and aimed back at the target, to her surprise, someone was standing right in front of it. What an idiot? Her mind raced to say, her lips acted the same,
"I could have shot you if I hadn't looked. Why are you here?"
i wrote this for any camper, while listening to Vienna. My muse was fairly well, and my character was wearing this
