| The breeze was icy as he crouched by the trail, yet another caravan coming by, a tiny smirk crossing his lips. This would be fun, it looked like a total of six wagons, if they were lucky they'd have weapons and arm the men could take. His deep blue eyes gazed up and over to the other side of the trail, where his men were waiting. A few women amongst them, their numbers had been quickly fading over the years, now it was time to reduce to petty thievery. He shut his eyes to get a feel for when would be the good time, finally lifting that bow to take aim. His strong legs firmly holding his spot on the branch so he wouldn't slip, not to different from keeping himself on a horse's back. Then he opened his eyes, letting the arrow sail from the bow with a snap, and that soft whistle that only an arrow could make, towards the head wagon, hitting the driver in the hollow of his throat. A grin grew on his lips as arrows started flying from the forest, as though fifty men were hidden, when in truth it was only fifteen. Then he heard the distinctive scream of a woman, whistling sharply, over the sound of the arrows hitting the drivers and the wagons. He quickly moved to jump from the tree, floating to the ground with a small bit of thanks to the ring of featherfall he wore.:: Forgive us my lady, come out of hiding, my men will never harm a lady. ::Well, that part was true, but his gaze moved up, jet black hair brushed back idly as he made sure that none of the women would take aim on her. Then the fair lady came out of her wagon, pale gold hair and pale skin, all that a noble woman should be.:: Forgive us my lady. ::He bowed deep before he grabbed her wrist, pulling her close with another sharp whistle, the arrows once more flying to take down the caravan. He wrapped that deep green cloak around the lady letting her hide against him from the brutality. What one would never guess, was the muscle that lay hidden beneath soft hides, thick furs, and that cloak, lined with wolf fur. He stood with impunity, knowing none of the arrows would touch him, waiting for the caravan to go silent before he signaled for his men to start looting. Then he'd release the woman and tie back his hair to show the elven ears from his father's side of the family, purely sylvan and human was he |