Cerene

Cerene has never been outside of the forest. She has always wanted to know what was beyond the last black ash. Her curiosity wonders what is outside the forest but, her desire to hunt in familiar land keeps her in.

Her hunting bow is as white as the trees. Strung with cord crafted from her own hair. The ornate swirls of filigree at both ends carved with her own knife. Her dark brown leather quiver slung over her shoulder is filled with white handcrafted arrows. The guides are various colors of feathers found on the forest floor or plucked from the skin of her last meal. The razor sharp heads are sharpened river stones. She is a masterful creator and an effective killer.

Being born and raised in the forest has made for an extremely profound sense of hearing in her pointed ears. Her shimmering brown hair falls like water around her round cheeks and narrow sharp chin. The noises she hears first are followed second by darting glances of her large emerald green eyes. When she crouches down to focus where her prey is headed she becomes one with the forest in color and stillness. 

The forest is lit with streams of sunlight pouring in from between the trees and foliage that hangs from them. White specks of earth float around until they rest with the beds of grass that seem to grab onto anything passing through their soft blades. 

For now, it is the leather shoes with woven straps covering the wood elf's feet. Green leggings and a leather skirt with an emblazoned center partition. A long flowing turquoise shirt with leather shoulder pauldrons studded with a few metallic silver bits. One tri-set of thin whip-like braids with leather woven into them resting upon those pauldrons. Her thin maroon colored lips part as she rushes in one breath. 

A new prey has announced her next hunt...