Determination
Original Submission
Story
Anira enraged, leaves the sanctum of her newfound home inside the mysterious Whisperwoods. Still trying to get used to her duties inside the sanctuary of the Sylvan, that took her after Anira got exiled. Unhappy with her past, the injustice, the young Avian had to face. Trying to find her mistake in memories haunting her at night. The restless Gryphon storms out of her quarters, leaving behind her housekeeping duties. With a bow and quiver equipped, she goes off into the woods.
She had to think, alone and on her own. Luckily, there was a place of comfort for her. A tiny meadow, on a river crossing, more on the edge of the forest. Animals of all sorts gathered there, enjoying the tranquility of this place in the past, Anira quickly made her way to it. The Gryphon traveled for a bit, without problems even under the light of the Moon, covered by the green treetops. She found her way quickly. Thanks to her past preparations, colored ribbons on trees led hear easily to her destination.
The Exile laid down, on a comfy bed of grass, looking at the stars above her. Her wings keeping her snugly, widely spread, she closes her eyes. Remembering her fond memories of childhood, how Anira always got one piece of pastry from the baker's Son that he stole. The company the young Avian maintained before her exile. How the green Gryphon truly wished to have that again, feeling how much had been lost.
Anira was awakened by a cool breeze and a loud noise. A loud shout, unidentifiable, the exiled Avian jumped back on her feet. Bow readied her looks, gazing around. Leaping swiftly atop the next tree, trying to scout around. And so, she walked towards the scream, which was becoming more and more understandable.
"H-he-help!" A deep voice shouted between the woods. Gripping her bow tight, angered, she clenched her fist. Gliding to the ground, she saw someone. A man, older than her, with hunting and traveling gear laying on the ground. His leg has been poorly bandaged. His face looking at the young Gryphon . Eyes narrow focused on her, as he tried to get some distance.
"I k-k-know you! P-p-please have m-me-mercy" He begged with sweat on his face as he sat down, leaning on birch, focused on Anira . Holding out some pointy branch into her direction. The green Gryphon observed him, seeing those bandages, reinforced with some branches. Her bow still readied, looking at the arrow the Exile just loaded, ready to take him out. Anira breathed slowly, putting down her bow and arrow. Reaching into her pocket, the Gryphon grabbed some herbs, still fresh. The exiled Avian put them inside her palm and crushed them a bit, whilst coming closer to the stranger, "Lay down your weapon, you are not welcome here, let me help you out of these woods!"
Leaning down on her feet, Anira looked into the eyes of the stranger. "Careful, don't move" She said, removing the bandage, applying the herbal remedies to the seemingly broken leg. The stranger grunted, twitching a bit, his face first in pain, then relieved.
Anira sighed, seeing his expression as the Gryphon began to stand up again, turning her back to the injured stranger. But then, the stranger jumped up, using this moment to draw his knife, lunging at the Exile's open back. But she, was prepared, guiding his reckless attack to the side, by pushing him with her wing. Dismantling his defense, he now lays open on the ground. Arrows flying towards him, he quivers, pinning him to the tree's, he now is defenseless.
With her bow and arrow readied, she looks at him. Saw his face filled with fear, quivering then and there. Petty and shameful pleading, "Don't, I beg you. Please spare me" looking her in the eyes. Her thoughts go astray, Gryphon should end him. He tried to take her life, set up a trap. If he survives, they might come back with more. All these thoughts gathered in her mind, a moment of peace broke in. Moonlight shining in her face. The fog clouding her mind cleared, she knew what the young Avian needed to do.
She pulled her bowstring far, exhaling calmly, landing her shot right on his seemingly injured leg. Expertly aimed, the Archer hurt him without threat of life. Twitching in pain, clenching his leg "Aghh… you craven beast, fi…." he grunted, although getting interrupted by a strong blow against his head, rendering him unconscious.
Now Anira, standing before the wounded and sleeping stranger. She helps to tend his wounds, cleaning it and putting the right remedy onto his leg. Finished, the Avian started carrying him on her back. Bringing him to the edge of the forest. Laying him there, preparing a small campfire, some food and water for him.
Before reentering the forest again, Anira gave him a strong tea, instantly resorting his consciousness. Leaving him alone, staring back over her shoulder, bow in hand. Looking into his eyes. "Let this be a warning to anyone who dared to enter my Woods with ill intent again. Will face wrath of equal measure." the Exile said with determination, without fear or remorse visible in her eyes.
Remarks
Thank you, Crydogg for this wonderful Addition to my gallery! I appreciate all the effort you put into it, even without experience in birds, you did amazingly well! I can wholeheartedly recommend this Artist!
Also, If you like or don't like what you have read, please feel free to tell me below.
Artist
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Character
Anira © Davidsch
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Avian (Other)
Gender Female
Size 2245 x 1641px
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