Maraven Idea: Maven (Hunter) x Mare (Forest Nymph)
Warning: Mentions of Blood, death animals and Maven with a gun.
Maven Calore might not be the heir of the Calore Manor or his father's favorite. However, there is no denying that Lady Merandus' son was a skilled hunter.
With his lean build and graceful movements, he could effortless stalk his prey without making any sound.
Maven loved hunting. The smell of crunching leaves, the warmth of the rifle resting on the palm of his hand and the satisfaction of bringing home a prize for his family, especially his father, to see.
He hunted wild rabbits that borrow deep in the ground, grinning foxes that laugh maniacilly everytime they outwit your traps and even birds that fly high in the sky, with feathers that help them blend with the trees.
As much as Maven enjoys bringing home his trophies. He never mounted them. Opting on returning them to where all living beings came from. The ground and worms.
One day, Maven decided that it was a perfect time for hunting. Quickly preparing himself for that day. Wearing his forest green hunting cloak, paired with his dark green hat. Making him blend with the surroundings.
As he enters the forest. He immediately headed toward his favorite spot.
The north east of the forest, where the grass grow tall and wild. A sizeable stream with its noise muffling his steps, the mounts of soil and heavy boulders srrounding the steam and the occasional forest creature needing to quench its thirst.
Maven hid behind a wide , flat rock. Resting his arms and setting his rifle on it. As he makes sure its pointed across the stream. His knees sinking into the soft moss. Not caring of the mud seeping through his clothes.
Maven started to court. Timing it with his breath, as he slowly counted down. This process making his movements minimal and as still as a statue.
Not long after, he hears rustling from the distance. Slowly pointing his rifle towards the sound. As his strain his neck to hear it better.
He could hear the snapping sounds of dried twigs and light thuds. A rabbit couldn't make that noise.
Each thud takes a few long seconds for another one to follow, each time getting closer. A fox couldn't make such long strides.
Maven's heartbeat quickened, as he felt a sudden rush of excitment.
"Could it be?" He thought.
Before he could picture the forest animal that he so wanted to bring home.
A flash of light brown fur and long, thin, limbs caught his eyes.
Maven almost bolted in his spot.
Fast. As his finger found its way to the trigger. His eyes, never leaving its spotted fur.
He only grinned. But not fast enough.
Bang.
Maven saw it stumble in the plush shrubs, hearing it grunt in pain, its limbs kicking the plants and earth.
He stood for a moment. Never lowering his guard, rifke still aimed at the shribs, if it dares to run away from him.
When the cries of agony and rustling, started to dwindle down to near quiet, that's when Maven started to walk towards his quarry.
Taking long strides, the grin never leaving his face. He could picture his father's distraught face when he brings home this deer and bury it with the others.
His musing stops, when noises started to change. The nasally huffs, replaced with human-like groans. Higher pitched, almost feminine.
Maven's brows knitted together, as he stood inches towards the "animal" that he shot.
The deer was nowhere to be found.
In its place, was a young woman in a white nightgown.
Her long brown hair, covered most of her face, but Maven knew she was in great pain, as he watched her lay on her side, curling in pain. Her blood-drenched hand grip her thigh, trying to keep anymore blood from flowing out.
As a son of a noblemen, Maven would usually run towards the lady, tend her wounds and carry her to safety.
But as a hunter, Maven knew better.
This woman is no lady. As he studied her closely. Her dress, arms, legs, even her hair were covered in thin, coiling vines. Small white and purple flowers, decorating her wavy brown hair.
Her ears were slightly pointed, jutting out of her hair. The feature keeping her from being called human.
And most of all, her glowing skin.
A soft, golden light radiating around her, making the freckles on her skin appear to shine like molten gold.
Beautiful...and not human at all.
Her groans turned to heavy breathes.
She must have realized that she won't die from her wound. Her head tilting towards him. Her pain turning into anger.
Maven simply pointed his rifle at her. "What are you?" Still marveling at the odd sight.
She replied in kind, flashing her sharp, white teeth towards him. Her dark, brown eyes shining like black gems illuminated by flames.
"Your death, human." She hissed through gritted teeth. Her words sent chills down his spine.
He could only hold on to his rifle, using it as an achor and a shield from this feral thing.
He felt danger. Fear.
But all he could think of were the stories his boring, old uncle would tell them, whenever his lessons become too tiresome to sit through. He only listened with equal boredom, while glancing at his perfect older brother who's eyes were glued to their uncle with a delighted smile.
Stories about the nymphs of the forest. Sworn protectors, who would go to great lengths to keep it safe. Maven grimaced at the nymph's mischievous and outright, vindictive methods in keeping humans away.
Which is why, he should kill her. End this potential threat before it spreads.
That's cowardous side of him kept his finger on the trigger.
His ambitions, however, kept his finger from pressing again.
Maven wanted to know about them. If there is more and where they might be. Glancing at her rage filled face. She will be his guide.
He couldn't wait to take her home. His most prized possession.
"Death?" Maven smiled fully, displaying his pearly white teeth, crouching down to her level.
It only made her angrier. "What a lovely gift." He purred.
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