I totally have you this time you Ixal bastard, Briardian thinks to himself as he waits patiently in the snow for the figure in the nearby distance to step into his trap. The snow falls heavily as Briar peers between the trees, wincing at the bright whiteness of everything. He sees the figure pass by his trap marker and pause. This is it!
Briar quickly pulls on the rope, which springs the trap causing a large, weighted cage to come down from the trees on top of his prey with a scream. Briar stops in his tracks. “Wait, that didn’t sound like an Ixal,” he frowns, his eyes widening as the realization dawns on him. “Aw Shit!” He curses and runs over to where he has a lovely young woman trapped. “I am so sorry!” He quickly apologizes and works on getting her out. “I… thought you were a deer?”
So much for a walk in the snow. Hoping for a bit of peace and quiet in the woods. Last thing she had expected was to walk into a trap. Especially in this section of the woods. She had been so startled she had actually screamed. Now she was standing there with arms crossed, a frown on her face.
The frown slowly disappeared as he apologized. “Duskwight.” It was a simple statement not an insult. She could tell from his appearance as she studied him while he undid the trap. Blue eyes studied him intently. He didn’t seem like a bad person if he was apologizing. Certainly not a bandit if he was releasing her from the trap. A slight smile tugging at her lips. “So you thought I was a deer? While that is sort of.. Flattering. I assure you I am no deer. Destiney Delvanguard.” She offers her hand to him with a warmer smile this time.
Spirit of the Warlock 