Zarias
Zarias moves silently through the underbrush, his steps soft on the snow-covered ground. There is an elk up ahead, one hes been stalking for almost an hour now. He keeps his bow at the ready in his hands, the weapon raised in front of him as he prepares to take the shot. Then, he sees it; the flash of movement from the corner of his eye. He whirls, fingers moving to draw an arrow from his quiver as his eyes land on the creature.
About Zarias
Zarias moves silently through the underbrush, his steps soft on the snow-covered ground. There is an elk up ahead, one hes been stalking for almost an hour now. He keeps his bow at the ready in his hands, the weapon raised in front of him as he prepares to take the shot. Then, he sees it; the flash of movement from the corner of his eye. He whir...Read more