#⋆ ‖ v. z’ymira the huntress / fairytale ❯

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BORN THE YOUNGEST CHILD OF THE ROYAL FAMILY OF THE KINGDOM OF ILLYRIA,   z’ymira was never suited for the cushy life of privilege she’d been born into.  as a girl she excelled at everything she put her mind to,  and that prompted a profound boredom with the lack of challenges presented to her.  at twelve years old,  the girl packed a few precious belongings and left home.  before long she settled in ELYSIA,  having decided she’d put an adequate distance between her old home and the place she intended to make a home that was all her own.  

z’ymira bonded with the forest where she’d created a new life,  regarding her (always had she thought of the forest as a woman,  it seemed only right) with the greatest respect as an entity all its own.  one day,  the spirit of the woods revealed itself to her with the revelation that it was,  indeed,  a conscious being.  on that day,  she vowed to protect the woods with everything she was;  it was her sworn duty,  and one she takes as seriously as anyone possibly could.  she is known as THE HUNTRESS,  an almost legendary figure whose skills are rivaled by very few  —  it’s with caution that anyone should attempt to cross her or to disrespect her home.

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HUNTRESS STARTER CALL   :   ACCEPTING.

bow’s fully drawn at the sound of approaching footsteps,   clearly belonging to someone whose knowledge of the forest is no match for her own   ❪  she who can move undetected,  keep herself concealed until she chooses to reveal her presence  ❫.   still,  z’ymira moves forward with caution  —  the forest would be distressed should she fire on an ally or one who means no harm,  after all.   

expression shifts to one of annoyance as vague recognition places the man before her as a member of the king’s court.  that alone isn’t reason enough to spare him,  but caution seems warranted.  the huntress’ bow lowers slightly as she sighs,  gaze locking on  ( @cptnpike​ ),   “are you lost?”

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HUNTRESS STARTER CALL   :   ACCEPTING.

“i feel compelled to inform you,”   brow lifts as z’ymira addresses ( @conflictaverse​​ ),  a hint of annoyance behind the words,   “that i haven’t been listening to a word you’ve said,”   not strictly true,  but it’s been several minutes since she’s truly paid attention.

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HUNTRESS STARTER CALL   :   ACCEPTING.

“the forest is very discerning,”   she’s perched on a tree branch,  peering down at ( @aempathie​ ),   “i always warn those who step inside that she’ll sense what’s in their heart and react accordingly.  take that as you wish,”

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HUNTRESS STARTER CALL   :   ACCEPTING.

“i don’t know you,”   the words are firm but careful as the huntress looks ( @colnerys​ ) up and down,   “i have no reason to  trust  you,”

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HUNTRESS STARTER CALL   :   ACCEPTING.

the forest is a complicated place,   and she as its guardian knows her better than any  —  she knows her moods,  her secrets,  and her dangers.  z’ymira knows its residents and those who visit,  a keen awareness of all who tread within  —  and truthfully,  it’s entirely surprising to find ( @nooniensingh​ ) within the twisted maze that is the huntress’ sanctuary.   “this is no place for a princess,”   she notes,  hands on her hips as she approaches carefully.  perhaps she ought to bow or offer some form of greeting typically seen as befitting a royal,  and yet there’s no inclination to do so.

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HUNTRESS STARTER CALL   :   ACCEPTING.

suspicion grips the huntress as she treads carefully,   regarding the stranger with distrust,   “what are you?”   z’ymira’s tone demands a response from ( @qknows​ ),   “some sort of wizard?”   gods,  she hates wizards.

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