High above the trees the moon was a glowing orbv a silent witness to the creatures of the night, and those about on less savory business. A figure crouched high in a tree the scent of pine wafting on the wind , swathed in shadow the only thing moving was the wind. Eyes of liquid honey drifted closed , breathing slowed became centered , senses stretched out encompassing all within the clearing below.
A few feet to the left a mouse or shrew burrowed through dry rotting leaves and snow drifts. to the right a fox scratched at the frozen ground seeking food or shelter. Other creatures hunted those smaller than themselves.... All about her the the circle of life was played out and yet she sat waiting planning the death of another.
That he would soon be walking along this path she did not let herself doubt. Slithers of moonlight glistening against his dark skin, white hair shining like feathers of an angels wing. Hatred rose in her sweeping angers heat along her limbs, and yet when she felt more than heard his approach she was suddenly calm, clearheaded. She had to wait had to chose the perfect moment he was after all taller and stronger than she was so surprise was her best defense.
Pressed against the tree's trunk she all but vanished from sight thanks to the colours of her clothing, liquid honey gaze set with almond shaped eyes likely to be taken for some winged creature of nocturnal bent.
Knife was held in the small over her back to prevent glimmers of moonlight from catching it and giving her away. Closer and closer he drew he softness of his steps the breathes he took leading her gaze to the spot he would emerge from and surely enough he did. the wind rose again behind her carrying her scent forward... but she had prepared for that nothing but the smell of pine eminated from her skin.
She smiled beneath her mask as he passed beneath her branch and then in the next instance she leapt blade held back behind her head body swooping down upon him.. why the wind chose that moment to die was known only by the fates still it allowed him to hear her and he turned. Her knees slammed into his shoulders his chest carrying him to the ground . A single hand flashing up to catch hers knife wiedling one in mid descent
He bucked twisted beneath her even as she strained struggled to bring the blade to his throat and suddenly she was rolling being pinned beneath him. She drew her knees up just in time both hands seeking to halt her own blade from her throat so occupied with such was she she was unaware of the second knife till its blade bit ino her side she was going to fail to die. the thought arch through her mind as feet found purchase on his chest and with strength borne of desperation she pushed with body and mind.
Through the air he flew but instead of a thud there was the sickening sound of flesh being pierced by wood and he hung supsended on a broken branch. Struggling to her feet hand pressed to her wounded side Sam stalked towards him and looked the drow in the eyes "that was for my villiage my parents" and taking her knife from his fingers she drew it across his throat "and that was for me" turning then she stumbled from the clearing leaving the nameless drow hanging there .