Who:Scarlette Red and Orin Arrow What: Archer's meet Where: 'Secure' Archery Range outside the city When: In the evening Warnings: None
Outside civilization, or as outside as one could get this close still to the city, a forest covered the rolling mountains with few buildings speckled through out. A flash of red could be seen through the trees. The forest was finally attempting to renew it's foliage but Scarlette never was good at blending in with her cloak the colour it was. The crisp evening air bit at her cheeks forcing her to wrapped her red cloak tighter around her as she followed her gps to the location Katya had given her. The sun had yet to set, but the evening shadows danced on the forest floor. Fenris quietly followed close behind her, not bothered in the least by the cool twilight air. Her ears burned slightly. Being away from the city brought out her hunter instincts and going from having to deal with a lot of white noise to almost silence was sometimes rather painful. When she finally reached the coordinates, Scarlette smiled. It could have been some sort of weekend camp in it's time.
Quiver and bow slung over her shoulder, Scarlette entered the abandoned area. A disheveled building sat off to the right with targets at varied distances not far behind it. "Maybe I should have invited Katya to join us," she told Fenris. The dog nodded, he liked the new roommate. Scarlette sighed as she stopped to put on her shooting glove and drew an arrow. Eyes focused in on the farthest target, she pulled back the string and let the arrow fly. SWOOSH, THUNK. The arrow struck the target with a thud that echoed softly in the open expanse. Practice made perfect and since she had been doing this since she was able to hold a short bow, she was capable of shooting professionally. That had been an option for a split second but Scarlette wasn't very competitive by nature and she knew that competitive archery was full of people who could beat her scores with their eyes closed.
These were the moments she relished. No newspapers articles one after another speaking about Masks, no soft cries from her friend, Scarlette hadn't bothered talking to anyone since work that morning, and now she was alone with her dogs out where no was likely to go. Sure only Fenris was visible, but little pinpricks in her mind told her there were other stray dogs or wolves about in the woods beyond the archery range. If she needed help for whatever reason, she knew she was not alone.