Rejection My a*s

Rejection my Ass Chapter 1 Location: Mystic Forest, Pennsylvania Mystic forest, where snow was falling slowly, sound of running and the breathing of a person could be heard through the forest if anyone was close enough to listen, the harsh rapid breathing of a young girl. Accalia, meaning she wolf, 15 years old, long black hair, eyes like blue ice, dressed in t-shirt and ripped jeans and with only a black threadbare coat to protect her from the cold, glides through the trees, bow strapped to her shoulder and an old g*n hidden behind the waistband of the jeans. She slows, c***s her head, listening, her breath visible in the freezing air. A few hundred yards away, a small deer nuzzles the snow, searching for grass.  Suddenly his head pops up, listening, searching the trees to see if there was any predator around. But he doesn’t see her. Big mistake. The bow string stretches, her blues eyes focus on the target, she exhales deeply and releases. The arrow glides and snaps into the deer’s side, giving him no chance to get away, Accalia approaches the deer, removes a fur glove, she reaches out and gently pets the animals frightened face, in towards the wound, “ I just missed your heart by 2 inches”, i mutter to myself before pulling out an old pistol from my waistband and shoot the dear right in the head. I drag the deer towards my makeshift home, exiting the forest, i drop the dead deer on the cold floor. I pick up the knife and started cutting the buck “Remove the p***s and the scrotum, make a deep circular cut around the rectum, pull the knife up towards the brisket, cutting from the rear to the brisket”, I repeated the words that was taught by my father since I was four. I calmly work without any expression The deer lies on its side, I am breathing hard, I reach deep into the body cavity and takeout intestine, stomach and liver. Suddenly hair at the back of my neck stand up, I freeze, sensing danger. My hand deep inside the animal, I listen and lookout into the still forest. No sound Amoux meaning eagle wolf, mid-forties, a large man with leathery face, stands behind her like a ghost “you would be dead if I was hunter, you would be dead if I was a werewolf or any other supernatural” Amoux my father snarled, clearly not happy that I was unaware of his presence. I spin around, spraying deer blood on the snow-covered floor, and bring my right fist to Amoux’ face. He blocks and thumps an open palm on to my shoulder, sending me sprawling on the snow. I leap to my feet, as Amoux aims a kick to my head. I dodge, punch him below his knee cap and reach for my pistol. But Amoux is quick and slaps my hand away “Use your b****y hands” I ignore him and try to reach for my g*n again, and again he stops me. He moves in tight, pulling the g*n from the back of my waistband and tossing it deep into the forest. I take my chance and clip Amoux’s temple sending him to the ground. I wrap my arm around his neck preparing to snap but I couldn’t as he throws me over his shoulder and into a pile of snow. Amoux stands and wipes the snow from his pants. His face shows a touch of frustration. He plods into the forest shouting “ Drag it back yourself and finish carving your kill”. I drag myself to the deer’s side. I stare at its dead face. I drag the 200 lb deer towards my makeshift sled. I lift my knees high and move at a steady pace towards my home. Hidden among the trees, a little way off, Amoux was watching her as she dragged the deer behind her.