~*~The Pack of TrueBlood: A Werewolf RP~*~ (Now open!)

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Anaklusmos fastened in another arrow. She took a deep breath, eyes closed. She opened them again, pulling the string back, the dot focused on the very heart of the tree. She inhaled, keeping the bow steady. Anaklusmos exhaled, preparing to shoot. She narrowed her eyes, setting her shoulders back, and let go of the arrow, sending it flying into the heart of the tree.
 
LittleLady98 said:
"I didn't mean to seem heartless...I just have to hold alot of pain and anger inside, because I'm expected to be this...super man that doesn't feel hurt. It gets to be too much at times..." He sighed, looking at the ground.
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Anaklusmos just watched him for a moment. Her eyes fell to the ground again. "I know what you mean." She replied, not looking up. One single tear fell from one of her icy blue eyes , but she brushed it away roughly.
 
Anaklusmos paused for a moment, thinking. She grabbed another arrow and placed it into the whisker biscuits, then snapping it into place on the string. She inhaled, placing her paw on the string. She breathed out, then in again, drawing the string back. Shoulders back. Paws erect. Eyes narrowed. She thought, watching her target, which happened to be directly above the first arrow she shot. Anaklusmos focused on the yellow dot below the green one, keeping the orange string close to her eye. She peered through the black rubber hole, giving her a clear view of the dots that helped her aim. She placed her paw under the trigger. Once she knew she had a clear shot, she raised one claw slowly, inhaled, and at the very end of her exhale, she pressed on the trigger, sending the arrow flying.
It lodged into the tree directly in front of the first one. Shooting always helped her think.
 
singingchickenmomma said:
Anaklusmos paused for a moment, thinking. She grabbed another arrow and placed it into the whisker biscuits, then snapping it into place on the string. She inhaled, placing her paw on the string. She breathed out, then in again, drawing the string back. Shoulders back. Paws erect. Eyes narrowed. She thought, watching her target, which happened to be directly above the first arrow she shot. Anaklusmos focused on the yellow dot below the green one, keeping the orange string close to her eye. She peered through the black rubber hole, giving her a clear view of the dots that helped her aim. She placed her paw under the trigger. Once she knew she had a clear shot, she raised one claw slowly, inhaled, and at the very end of her exhale, she pressed on the trigger, sending the arrow flying.
It lodged into the tree directly in front of the first one. Shooting always helped her think.
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