Xerathalasia – Deorc Forest
I stood still as tall and willowy Quenyathalee painted my naked body with browns, greens, and blacks, forming a swirling pattern of camouflage. My other huntresses's bodies were already painted, their quivers slung on their belts, their bows gripped in their hands. I had hunted with all of them many times, save for young Xiloniasa. She trembled, her body petite with her youth.
"It will be fine, Xiloniasa," I told her as Quenyathalee painted the patterns across my round breasts.
The elf-maid nodded her head. "I will do my duty," she said, her voice high with fear.
Fear was to be expected. A basilisk was a fearsome beast to hunt. Their gaze could petrify any who glimpsed the beast's red eyes. And even if you avoid that fate, their bite was venomous, slowly consuming your flesh.
