Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24217012-20171207103110/@comment-24852191-20180131125832


 * He stops. He stands behind a tree with her and waits. Soon, the sound of feet on leaves could be heard. A large black stag steps through the brush. Vlad grins slightly as he whispers to her.

Vlad: We’re down wind. We’ve got him.


 * He takes an arrow out of the quiver as the stag begins drinking from the pond. He sets the arrow on the draw string, but hesitates. He looks to Valeria and whispers again.

Vlad: My lady, would you like to deal the blow?