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A javelin zipped through the air, flying quickly towards its target—a tall tree in the far distance. Its sharp blade glistened in the pale sunlight, spinning slightly to keep itself moving. It collided with the tall tree, impacting with such force that it lodged itself deep into the dark wood.
A female being walked briskly to the tree. A satchel filled with miscellaneous metal and glass objects jingled as it bounced against her thigh. Squirrels raced away, into the high branches—fleeing as she approached. With much effort, she removed the javelin out of the wood—loose chips of bark falling to the ground as she did so. She wiped the blade, turning it to check both sides. Clean. She could see her brown-haired reflection in the pointed faces.
A young Calanos. Her race was displayed across her distinguishable features—upturned brown eyes, thick brows, and small freckles covering her head to toe. She had a very human look and build, though she wasn’t human at all. Her name was Daswar vat Ellon… or sometimes Ellon Daswar, but she is most commonly known as nothing more than Ellon.
With both hands on the javelin shaft, she began off slowly—eyes consistently searching around for movements of any kind. Maybe a rabbit, maybe a boar, or perhaps a deer even—something, anything to take back to her two siblings. They would be hungry. They always were, whenever she went home at the end of the day.
Ellon squatted down near a tree, becoming so still that she looked more like a statue than a living individual. In the distance she could see a deer inching across the forest, nibbling on the short grass—oblivious to any danger. In a matter of moments, Ellon launched her javelin. It flew through the air with such speed and precision that the deer had but a second to notice the weapon before it was struck down. The deer struggled quite a while, but after some time, it fell over dead.
Ellon moved to the deer briskly. It was much smaller than she expected, but it was better than some she had seen. She cut along the deer’s belly and removed its insides, and then she carried it off to a large tree, where a couple other deer were hanging. With some struggle, she tied its back feet up to a strong, high branch and then stepped away as its blood drained down across the ground. She would leave those deer to hang for some time, and fortunately she lived close enough nearby to check on them and be sure no other wandering Calanos would try to take advantage of three perfect kills.
She turned and started off again. Maybe she’d find a wild boar this time—those were her favorites to catch. Boars were dangerous and often hard to kill, but that’s what added the extra thrill to her day that she loved.