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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 3:27 pm
Rays of sunlight filtered through the canopy of leaves creating golden circles atop the babbling stream. Birds sang their songs while butterflies fluttered by. In the distance, leaves shuffled and crunched beneath the feet of deer and other forest creatures. Nearby, a blue and yellow butterfly landed on a deep red flower, fluttering its wings in hopes of attracting a mate. Anslie whispered a short prayer before jamming a stripped pointed stick into the water, spearing a medium sized salmon and pulling it from the stream. It splashed the water with cool droplets landing on her bare feet as the fish thrashed wildly. The other fish scattered from the shoreline seeking safer waters. Happy with the one fish, she stood from the soft grass and leisurely walked with her back to the stream. By the time the simple shelter Anslie created came into view, the fish lay motionless on the stick that was resting across her shoulder. Just at a distance that was still within her vision, Anslie could see Shinigami, dressed in black and grays, half hidden behind a large tree, his black eyes watching. Never had he come any closer than he was now and Anslie turned her sky blue eyes away.
Once the salmon was balanced and cooking over a small fire, Anslie retrieved her belongings from a hollowed tree trunk that had fallen and was covered with moss and different types of mushrooms. Placing her bow and arrows on the ground next to her, she pulled out a small pouch from a larger one and munched on the dried red berries that had been collected a few days ago. When she looked back, Shinigami was gone, in his place was a large buck. She vaguely wondered if he would die as creatures often did when they stood where Shinigami had just moments before. Instead, it took off probably seeing a doe. The fish's skin had turned dark with a rich aroma permeating the air returning her attention to the fish. It only took a few minutes for it to be cool enough to eat. Anslie put away the bag of berries and broke off a piece of meat with her nails tasting the juicy flavor.
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