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Date Posted: 21:39:16 03/03/02 Sun
Author: Centaur Huntress
Subject: ***

Sunlight fell upon the huge field and dew drops danced as all the morning creatures awoke. Birds sang sweet tunes harmonizing with their families and rabbits emerged from their dens, squinting in the light. Does with newborn fawns quietly stood to face the day and then began to graze, enjoying a breakfast of green. Then, quite suddenly, and arrow flew from the edge of the forest and killed a rabbit where it stood. A strong form emerged from the shadows, ready to claim her prize.

Bow thrown over her shoulder, quiver strapped securely to her back, the huntress reached the kill. She scrutinized the carcass a moment then leaned over and picked it up. Pulling a knife out from the sheath she wore around her waist she quickly skinned the rabbit and then turned. A large wolf came bounding out from the underbrush. She tossed the meat over her shoulder and the wolf caught it mid-air. "Good boy Kavri. Never seen a field like this. Hell, never seen a woods like this. More deer then there are trees."

The wolf grinned and then fell about eating his prize. The huntress chuckled and taking the rabbit pelt, shoved it roughly in a pouch. Brushing a tangled bit of red-brown hair from her face she suddenly becamse slightly self-conscious. Turning her head at an odd angle to examine her form she sighed. How long had it been now since the change?

The huntress closed her eyes and was flooded by memories. Memories of once being human, having two legs, being accepted by society. Then the pictures came of the jealousy, jealousy of her abilties as a hunter. She remebered defeating even some of the best men. Suddenly the huntress shuddered and opened her eyes. She would never hunt with humans again, not with this body.

What would she be called, horse-woman? She was a freak, a girl combined with her mount after a threat, a stalker, and eventually a curse. Now she was alone, with only her faithful wolf and old human memories to keep her company. But what use were memories when they told you nothing important. She remembereed the faces of friends but nevr names, and speaking of names, she did not even know her own!

Well, perhaps she would eventually name herself,
but for now, she was simply the huntress.

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