Knight! This is for you! 
 (I hope I did okay! 
)
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The winds were favorable tonight, a low breeze, not creating much distraction with the trees, but strong enough to cover her tracks. Kiht looked down at ground, placing her hand into the imprint she had come across. Even with the dusk growing darker, she could tell it was what she'd thought: Ixal. She frowned and the spear across her back felt heavier.
It looked likely to be a long night.
She moved forward, her boots making soft, almost inaudible steps in the leafy undergrowth. The light crunches made were eased by the wind, and she offered a simple prayer that they would hold until she could locate the source of the print.
As she crossed the crest of a hill there he was. And alone. A grin flashed across her lips and she looked down. It was her lucky night. Scooting down the hill silently she approached the small fire, the Ixal had drawn and was sitting next to. As it appeared this one was alone, she wanted this quiet, but still needed some certainty.
And the wind did its job.
Circling around the face him, he still hadn't moved, nor had he seen her until she stood directly across, spear drawn, staring him down, an angry look in here eyes, exponentially stronger with the fire between them.Â
"Are you alone?" Her voice was loud enough where he could hear and stern. Her breathing was calm waiting for his response, and her ears listened for noise, lest it be a trap. The Ixal nodded his head and began to slowly stand, trying to back away.  Why he was alone mattered not to Kiht and she leapt quickly over the flames, the spear raised overhead and once close enough on the descent, drove the blade into the Ixal's chest. The lone beast stumbled and dropped to the ground, gurgling slightly before his death. Kiht pulled the spear from him and returned it to her back. She looked down and shook her head.
"Stop coming to the Shroud." She said it to the dead creature before herand meant it for all of the Ixal. Snuffing out the flames of the fire, she moved quickly into the woods, and back to the night and eventually home.
 (I hope I did okay! )**********************************************************
The winds were favorable tonight, a low breeze, not creating much distraction with the trees, but strong enough to cover her tracks. Kiht looked down at ground, placing her hand into the imprint she had come across. Even with the dusk growing darker, she could tell it was what she'd thought: Ixal. She frowned and the spear across her back felt heavier.
It looked likely to be a long night.
She moved forward, her boots making soft, almost inaudible steps in the leafy undergrowth. The light crunches made were eased by the wind, and she offered a simple prayer that they would hold until she could locate the source of the print.
As she crossed the crest of a hill there he was. And alone. A grin flashed across her lips and she looked down. It was her lucky night. Scooting down the hill silently she approached the small fire, the Ixal had drawn and was sitting next to. As it appeared this one was alone, she wanted this quiet, but still needed some certainty.
And the wind did its job.
Circling around the face him, he still hadn't moved, nor had he seen her until she stood directly across, spear drawn, staring him down, an angry look in here eyes, exponentially stronger with the fire between them.Â
"Are you alone?" Her voice was loud enough where he could hear and stern. Her breathing was calm waiting for his response, and her ears listened for noise, lest it be a trap. The Ixal nodded his head and began to slowly stand, trying to back away.  Why he was alone mattered not to Kiht and she leapt quickly over the flames, the spear raised overhead and once close enough on the descent, drove the blade into the Ixal's chest. The lone beast stumbled and dropped to the ground, gurgling slightly before his death. Kiht pulled the spear from him and returned it to her back. She looked down and shook her head.
"Stop coming to the Shroud." She said it to the dead creature before herand meant it for all of the Ixal. Snuffing out the flames of the fire, she moved quickly into the woods, and back to the night and eventually home.
