"Where do I go from here?"
Just trying out an idea I've had. I might continue it... If people are interested.
Shioziny picked up her sack from the storage chest inside her small hut. Ready to start the day, yet not in the fun loving mood that has been expected from her for years now. She checked her bag to make sure her weapons and gear were there, rummaging through its pockets. 12 inch knife, rope, string, water and some parchements of bread. She stood up from her stooped position, lifting the bag and placing it on her back. She moved over toward the enterance of her hut, picking up the Bow and quiver of arrows that were so nicely propped against the door. She slung the quiver cross her chest, letting it rest against her hip. With bow in hand, she exited the hut.
Shioziny placed her hand infront of her eyes. The sun was a bit more blinding today. And her sensitive blue eyes didn't help make anything easier. Shio took a moment to adjust before she ran her fingers through her long brown hair to make it somewhat presentable as she moved through the small town. She quickly found the gate, trying to avoid talking to anyone. How she hated talking. She found her way toward the woods, moreso her hunting grounds. In her luck, there were tracks. Deer; she smiled. She wasn't an artisit, she couldn't craft, her cooking was quaint at best. Something about hunting though, something about tracking and killing something else for the good of the village eased her mind. If it wasn't for hunting she'd be stuck on her hatred for everything else. Including herself.
Everything seemed so nice this morning, she though to herself, the chains rattling around her as night came. Men slowly falling asleep, some coughing up blood, other coughing for breath as she looked around. "Shut the hell up in there!" A slaver called out from a small barred window.... What happened?