In a casual autumn afternoon with the sun starting to set and the breezes getting less peaceful and more unaccepting, a whine came off of an animal close to the woods’ border with the bare-of-trees land. Two hunters were near that area, able to hear the whine, but they had been tracking a group of doe for so long that they didn’t care about the stupid little whine at all. They were, after all, the children of a four-people family and winter was getting upsettingly closer each and every day. They barely had food, and the sources would soon come to an end as most animals hibernate or migrate due to the tough winters of the area. This was probably one of the last weeks they wouldn’t struggle to find prey, therefore they had to use these little chances very well.
One of the siblings, the older twin, picked up her rifle and loaded it up, aiming for one of the closer prey from behind the rock they hid behind. The other twin, the younger one, took out his repeater and did the same, his breaths warm against his bare hands as he aimed. “At three.” The older one whispered before starting the countdown. The moment the word ‘three’ left her lips, the twins shot two doe right in the head, only a weak plea escaping the animals before they both fell to the ground.
“Finally-!” the boy whisper-shouted as he strapped his repeater to his back, whistling for the horses grazing at the grass a little back before he took off towards the two dead doe. “Look at how much game we have! If we manage to catch this much two or three more times, we should be able to make it through the winter with ease.” The girl smiled and nodded at her brother as the horses galloped their way. She bent down, picking up one of the two dead does with a small grunt before heading over to her black spotted, grey horse, stowing the animal behind the saddle. The boy did the same, hoisting himself onto the saddle. “Wait, is that a golden bracelet at the ground towards my feet?.” He asked suddenly, his eyes wide and his attention on the thing that sparkled on the ground.
No response was heard from the girl, but two merciless gunshots were surely heard by all the animals around. Ravens and crows took off with quick, strong flaps of their wings, the two horses the siblings had mounted neighed loudly with the sounds that they didn’t feel good about.
One moment, there were two siblings on the horses, the next moment they were both on the ground, laying on their own bloods mixed with the does’. Their horses reared before galloping away as quickly as they could. From the distance, in the forest, two women approached. Bodies human, head
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