UP AGAINST THE WALL

The hunt is not something that the golden woman is well-versed in, for she has always had family members to do it for her. She is a warrior queen; battle is her art, and she is a proficient artist. Even before she had hit two years she had been a stunning warrioress; her mentors had said as much. Virgil had brought men to their knees, and soon she will graduate to bringing empires down, to burning the kingdoms that dare to defy Olympians.

Each step is calculated, her movements stiff and rigid, and although she lacks the grace of a well-practiced huntress she is proficient nonetheless. Thus, when the time comes she takes off after the unsuspecting hare. It senses her too late, and strong jaws crush down upon a neck, crushing bone and splitting through flesh. Blood trickles down her chin, but victory is hers, and her prayers and blessings are sent up to Nike and Artemis alike.