Hunters of Artemis

The time has come. The godess Artemis has begun her search for new hunters. Her old hunters decided to continue their lives as mortals. Artemis has come to you and asked you to join. She will grant you immortality and a single wish. Wether you stay with Artemis or decide to continue your life. That is your choice.

This is set in the old times, medieval, kings, queens, that lot.

Rules:
The normal stuff
If you swear it will come up as Fudge, cake or smarties.
Everyone has to be a girl, no matter what XD Artemis doesn't really like boys
Your wish has to be sensible. Nothing like tons of money, etc.
You can have a pet, yes, it can by mythical.

Character sheets:

Code:

Name: (Full names please, forename and surname)
Personality: (Can be RPed)
Your wish:
Pet: (You don't have to have one)
Why you want to join Artemis:
Age: (Not over 19, not bellow 14)
Description:
History: (Only if you reeeaaaalllyyyy want)
Weapon of choice:
Armour:

Name: Amicia Cheyne
Personality: Rped
Your wish: To be able to run free for as long as I like.
Pet: <-- Big fluffy white wolf named Fell
Why you want to join Artemis: She felt like it.
Age: 16
Description: Redish hair, slim figure, leather armoury stuff, blue eyes
Weapon of choice: Bow with a silver grip/handle, silver arrows. Always carries a dagger.
Armour: http://images.wikia.com/elderscrolls/images/f/f6/Shrouded_Armor_Female.png

My character

Name: Lestia Nenns
Personality: Rogueish,troublesome and enjoys "winning conversations". Impatient people find her annoying.
Wish: Invisibility at will.
Pet: Small, blue dragon-wolf with golden eyes. Called Dayster and is male.
Why you want to join Artemis: Well, she's pretty terrible at leading a normal, mortal life.
Age: 14
Description: Long, blonde hair, blue eyes and fair skin (freckles too).
Weapon Of Choice: A large array of daggers and throwing knives.
Armour: Short-sleeved leather shirt, snake scale arm bands, leather shorts that reach to her knees, and a light assortment of chain mail everywhere. A cloak included that contains a heavy supply of throwing knives and daggers.

Meep :3
Name: Fern Salia
Personality: RPed
Your wish: To be able to transform into a wolf at will, to run with Vheni.
Pet: A lean, female red wolf with piercing green eyes, named Vheni, blind in her right eye, though it looks normal. It is made up by the fact that she has excellent hearing abilities. She matches/surpasses Fern in her agility and speed.
Why you want to join Artemis: She has no family and wishes to find one in the Hunters.
Age: 15
Description: She's a petite girl with brown hair green eyes, and lightly tanned skin, with lean, strong arms and legs. Light and agile on her feet, with quick reflexes.
Weapon of choice: Smooth wooden bow with silver plates, silver-tipped arrows, and a small silver dagger hidden in a small inner belt within her clothes.
Armour: Small silver chest and back plates that guard her lungs and heart, and a headband made of a ring of thin silver. She prefers to be light on her feet, not weighted down by armor.

(Pfft, I'm bored of waiting for more people, lets start and see if anyone else wants to join XD)

Amicia stumbled. Not again! She though. She brought herself upright and continued running. The forest was dark and foreboding. In the distance, wolves howled their lonely songs, begging for a pack. She glanced around, her eyes searching franticly, looking for good cover. She leapt over a fallen tree, cursing as a bright light entered her vision. Amicia rolled her eyes, and stopped. She begged herself not to look behind, and whistled. There was silence. The sound of leaves crackling behind her made Amicia whistle again, this one louder and more frantic. A frosty had placed itself on her shoulder, she froze. Then, Fell was there. Fell growled, a sound like thunder. The hand withdrew itself quickly, not wanting to mess with the angry she-wolf. Amicia sighed with relief as Fell padded towards her, nuzzling as she walked past. Amicia finally turned, her eyes drank in the scene infront of her. Her pursuer, an icy looking woman, shrouded in white cloth, and Fell, an enourmous wolf whose fur looked almost grey from the half-light.

The scene that followed was not a pretty one, a flash of teeth and claws fell upon the woman, who transformed into her true form. The creature screeched as Fell leapt onto it, claws flashing. It's claws were long and sharp, like pairs of scissors. It's teeth were yellowing and flecked with blood. It's skin was black and crumpled like leather. It bared it's teeth at Fell as it heaved her off. They circled each other, snarling and hissing.

"Steady, Dayster, steady. We can't startle her, or she'll run away and we won't have any food." Lestia put a finger to finger to her mouth as she aimed her throwing knife at the deliciously large deer.

"Who cares: I'm immortal." He grumbled, ruffling his wings. The deer heard, and it was gone in a matter of seconds.

"**mn you, Dayster!!" Lestia threw down her knife and screeched in exasperation. And then, out of the corner of her eye, Lestia spied a morning dove. Quick as a flash, she retrieved the knife and threw it in the doomed bird's direction. Her aim was true, and the dove fell dead at her feet.
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"See, Lestia? It turned out okay anyways." Dayster said triumphantly, tearing a wing off the dove.

"Oh hush, Dayster. You still scared that deer away." Lestia scolded the wolf-dragon as she gathered some branches lying on the ground into a small fire upon which she roasted the feather-plucked dove. "Maybe we'll see how the others are doing once I'm done eating and your done making what ever it is out of that wing."

"It's a headlace."

"A headlace?"

"It's like a necklace, only it wraps around your head. It's in high fashion for us dragon-wolves, not that you would know."

"Okay . . . just finish it quick, and we'll get to do something I actually want to do." Lestia groaned softly, and took another bite of her dove.

(OHHHHH Makes more sense, sorry edited haha)
Fern jogged along the deer trail, following a slight tunnel through the trees. It wasn't long since she'd run away from the hated orphanage, that place where they tortured the kids. Whenever they had a chance to get out, Fern had visited this forest, reuniting with Vheni, the red she-wolf with the blind eye, her best friend. This was who Fern followed now, trusting the wolf to find their way to somewhere safe, somewhere where they would not be found, and perhaps, where they could start a new life, away from the monsters that the orphanage was ruled by.
Vheni looked back at Fern, as if to check on her. Fern gave her a thumbs up, and Vheni gave a quick wag of her tail before looking forward again. Fern smiled. It felt so good to be free.
Then she heard the voices, and the barking of a dog. Vheni's ears twitched back, and Fern could hear the low growl that rumbled from the she-wolf's throat.
"Faster, Vheni!" Fern urged in a whisper, and Vheni flicked her tail to show that she had heard, increasing their pace to a lope.
Fern glanced back, but she didn't see anything quite yet, though the barking was definitely getting louder. Fern ran forward, her breath coming in ragged gasps now; the people from the orphanage were going to catch her, especially if they had that dog with them; the dog would search her out and find her!
Fern pushed forward, despite the burn in her muscles and the tightness in her chest that she had begun to feel. She must not be caught by these people, or she'd just be punished severely for running away, and she would be made to suffer in that dreaded orphanage again.
Vheni glanced back, and a snarl rippled across her muzzle. Turning quickly, Vheni whipped back where they had come. Fern spun around, gasping, just in time to see Vheni meet the large German Shepherd in mid-leap. The Shepherd was big, but Vheni was a wolf. She wove this way and that, confusing the big dog. Quickly, the Shepherd was covered in injuries and gashes, while Vheni kept clean of any marks.
It didn't take long for the German Shepherd to howl in pain and stagger away, only to collapse. He did not rise after.
"D'you kill him?" Fern asked, her breath returning slowly.
Vheni nuzzled Fern and glanced back at the still body, then shook her head. Fern nodded, and Vheni began to lope away again. Fern followed her friend deeper into the forest, looking for a place where they could spend the night, hidden in shelter of trees.

(Umm... Guys... No one has met Artemis yet XD Artemis is my character >:D She might tag along on hunts sometimes, but nooot yet... First everyone needs to meet her XD No one is immortal yet, no one has any awesome powery stuff)

Go Fell! Go! You can beat it! Amicia yelled, watching the fight from a few metres away. Fell moved in again, her flank stained red. The monster opposite her stopped, and ran forward. Fell galloped to meet it. They both slammed together, a whirling mass of teeth and claws. Amicia, desperate to help her friend, picked up the nearest stick she could find. As the wolf and creature parted, she threw it. Coward! She yelled. Why don't you come after me? The creature turned towards her, grinning. Amicia stopped, her smile vainished. Damn. She said. She hadn't though this far. She glared at the oncoming creature, and leapt to the side as it sped past, smashing into a tree. Fell shot her an annoyed look, and charged after it. The creature, unable to fight, screamed. A blood curdling scream that rung through the trees. It's skin began to tighten, streaching across it's bones. It began to dry, cracking. There was a horrid snap, and the bones, organs, skin and all disintigrated into a fine black dust.

"There! Finished!" Dayster held out his head-necklace-thingy proudly. It was kind of pretty, Lestia had to admit. The dove's slender feathers had been wrapped into a braid and hung off the edges, and some were stained bright red with the dove's own blood (that was a bit disgusting). All in all, it was one of Dayster's better masterpieces.

"Good. That means we can leave." Lestia slung a smallish bag over her shoulder that contained her only belongings since she had run away from her family to live in the forest. She had found Dayster a couple days into her new life (and had almost fainted from the experience of finding out mythical creatures existed), and now considered him a close friend. He had helped her a lot, despite being highly annoying.

There was a rustle from the bushes, and Lestia turned to meet Dayster's gaze.

"Do we run?"

"I should think so."

"Okay. Last one gets eaten by whatever it is." Lestia dashed away, not bothering to look over her shoulder to see if Dayster was following her: he always was. An inhumane screech erupted close behind, and Lestia barely had time to dive out of the way before a half-bird, half-woman thingy came barreling past. Panting for breath, Lestia dove for some bushes, desperate for a hiding place. Dayster soon joined her, and Lestia managed to ask, "What the heck was that?"

"A Harpy."

"A wha-"

"Time to go!" Dayster interrupted, crashing back into the open as the Harpy's claws came tearing through the bush. Lestia grasped her knife and threw it as hard as she could at the clawed feet. It sank deep into the left one, and the Harpy recoiled, shrieking, and giving Lestia just enough time to get back on her feet and running.

Fern jogged after Vheni, following the same tunnel-like path. The dog had been left far behind them as they moved forward, and the voices of the humans were nowhere near.
Vheni stopped at a stream to get a drink. Fern cupped the clear, cold water in her hands and sipped, rehydrating herself after such a long run. Though she had run in the forest whenever she could, she was not used to running so long or hard, and she was much more tired than usual.
Fern looked up and across the creek, and an idea occurred to her. "Should we cross the stream? So that the dogs can't follow our smell?"
Vheni paused her drinking and looked over and across the stream, her ears pricked, sniffing. Slowly, she nodded, and Fern grinned. Over the stream, and it was freedom forever, for the dogs would never find their scent trail.
Vheni walked into the stream, and began to walk upriver, up to her belly in the cold water. Fern paused, confused, but Vheni looked back and gave a short sound that might have been a bark; a sure signal for Fern to follow. Still slightly confused, Fern rolled up her pants and walked into the stream, up to above her knees in the cold water, and waded after her friend.
Fern's legs were soon numb from the cold, and every step became painful, and yet she followed Vheni up the stream. After what seemed an eternity, Vheni stepped out onto the other side, and Fern scrambled up beside her, grateful for the relief. Vheni shook the water out of her fur, and Fern rolled her pants back down. They provided instant warmth, and Fern's teeth quickly stopped chattering.
After a quick break, Vheni and Fern continued on, their steps slower than before. They weren't trying to get away now; rather, they were looking for a place to stay. Fern realized then why they had walked up the stream; the dogs couldn't chase them if there was no scent for a long time on the other side of the stream. Fern pat Vheni, giving the she-wolf a scratch below her jaw, and Vheni licked Fern's hand, her warm, rough tongue passing over Fern's cold skin.
Like this they continued, looking for a place to rest until they could find a suitable place to start a new life, through the forest, following the small deer trail laid by hundreds of animals passing through the forest.

(I might just change the time to more recent, I suppose it would be more fun then XD

Should I include other gods? Like Percy jackson? Or what XD)

Amicia blinked. That wasn't quite what she was expecting. Creature dying? Sure, that was meant to happen. Exlode into dust? Nah, that can't happen. But it had. Amicia started at the pile of dust, shrinking as it stayed in the wind. She aproached cautiously, incase it was all some sort of illution. Nothin came out, nothing came back to life. No pheonix abilities. Amicia looked at Fell, qho tilted her head in wonder. Is it just me, or did that... thing just explode into dust? She asked, confusion ringing in her voice. Fell shruged her shoulders, a rather interesting expirence, and replied. How am I meant to know? I've never killed a person, let alone a monster... She strode forward and sniffed. The dust was almost completely gone now, of course, some still went up Fell's nose, but life's life. Fell wrinkled her nose and sneezed. Eww... Monster dust! She complained. Amicia laughed, climbing onto the she-wolf's back.

The Harpy wasn't to be deterred. It recovered quickly, and flew after Lestia in a whirlwind of eagerness. Panting, Lestia finally managed to catch up to Dayster, who shot her a look.

"I thought you were dead."

"Shut up." Lestia brushed his comment off with a wave, and sprinted ahead of him. His complaints were cut off as the Harpy reappeared and collided with Dayster, who knocked Lestia to the ground. Triumphant, the Harpy stood over them screeching gleefully.

"I haven't had such a feast since Tuesday!"It cawed.

"And you won't." Lestia retorted, taking the Harpy's moment of glory to snatch a knife out of her pack, and throw in the direction of the creature's heart. With a surprised squawk, the knife sunk into the Harpy's flesh. Lestia barely had time to register its shocked expression before it keeled over and . . . turned into dust?!!?

"Dust? Why the heck did it turn into dust?!" Lestia asked, poking the dust cautiously to see if therewas any reasonably solid remnant (like a feather) of the Harpy, but there was none.

"Because that's the way us monsters go back to Underworld." Dayster answered, sniffing the air for something Lestia wasn't too sure of. "Since you don't know what the Underworld is, its the dungeon world deep beneath the ground where everything that dies goes to. Recently, monsters that are supposed to be dead have been escaping the Underworld and preying on you humans. What a shame it is for you guys, not being monsters like ourselves."

Lestia still didn't get it, but she decided to stay quiet. Dayster wasn't always very patient.

Fern walked after Vheni. They'd been walking for what seemed like hours now, struggling through the plants, looking for a suitable place to rest. They had yet to stumble upon a safe place where they could spend the rest of the day. They had come to some good-looking places, but Vheni had rejected them after a sniff around the area, muttering something about monsters. Fern did not question her friend, though she wondered. Monsters? What type of monsters resided here, in this seemingly innocent forest?
Vheni and Fern traveled on slowly, when they heard a sound behind them. Fern glanced behind them, and she froze, her mouth open. A black creature with leathery wings, much like a dragon's, walked into sight behind them. Vheni whipped around, her lips drawing back to show her sharp teeth.
"Run. Now." Vheni said urgently, leaping in front of Fern.
"I can't leave you here!" Fern protested, unmoving.
"You'll get hurt!" Vheni snarled. "I've fought monsters before. Leave me and go."
Fern remained standing where she was, but her hand traveled to the dagger that was hidden within her clothes. "No."
Vheni's low rumble turned into a loud, vicious growl, but she did not talk more, for the monster had leapt. Fern gasped as it bounded toward them, its red claws outstretched, reaching for Vheni. Vheni remained still until the last second, when she leapt up to meet the monster in midair, butting the monster in the belly and sending him staggering backwards. Then it became a whirl of teeth and claws as Vheni attacked the monster. This creature was much more intelligent than that German Shepherd, and Vheni was quickly wounded, though she gave more than she received.
The fight lasted for what seemed like eternity, and Vheni's movements began to slow, while the monster's seemed only to speed up. Unable to see her friend like this, Fern slid her dagger out of its sheath, and leapt forward.
Vheni saw her, and shouted, "Fern! No!" but Fern continued forward, raising her dagger.
The monster saw her, but it was too late to stop the oncoming blade, and the silver impaled itself in where the heart of the monster should have been. One second, the monster was there, a look of shock inscribed on its face; the next, it was gone, and Fern was covered in black dust.
"What the heck?" Fern muttered in confusion, stowing her dagger away again and shaking the dust out of her ponytail. "It wasn't supposed to do that, was it?"
"It was," Vheni replied calmly, shaking the dust out of her reddish fur. "It was a monster, and monsters disintegrate when they die, to be returned to wherever they come from. They regenerate and come back later, but I feel like they're coming back faster these days..." She trailed off, staring into the distance, then shook her head. "Never mind. You'll see."
Fern, still confused, did not protest, but stayed and waited as she she-wolf licked her wounds, looking around in case any other monsters happened to chance upon them.

Artemis sat down on the log. Her head sank into her hends (Facepalm!) as she sighed. Walking away from her, were her hunters. Ex-hunters now of course. She stood up and walked away. Boys! She muttered angrily. They had left her, for boys?! She whistled and timber wolves came running towards her. The alpha, female of course, licked her hand and nuzzled her side. Artemis mounted, loking like a small girl, and the she-wolf trotted onwards, gaining speed. The other wolves followed, and began to sniff around. They searched for the next hunters. One let out a small yelp and Artemis smiled. She tapped the wolf's side and she ran faster and faster, dodging every tree. The pack ran alongside them gaurding. In no time at all, the stopped in a forest, almost identical to the one they had just left.

Amicia hung onto Fell's neck. Her head sank into the soft fur. The gentle thudding of her feet made her feel drowsy. Until they stopped. Amicia jerked up, glancing around. What's wrong? She asked.
I smell... something... different... Fell answered uncertainly.
What kind of different? Good, bad? Amica pushed, wanting to find out sooner rather then later.
Good. Fell replied definantly, there are wolves with them...

Lestia looked up, startled. "Did I hear some wolves?"

Dayster stopped poking the mound of dust around, which was quickly disappearing, and looked up. "Perhaps they are my long lost cousins."

Lestia shot him a look and said, "We don't really have time for sarcasm, Dayster. Come on, I want to check them out."

"Precisely," Dayster replied, and with a flourish of his tail, he bound off into the trees to follow the noise.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Lestia charged after him, branches and undergrowth slapping against her head, arms and legs, but paying no heed to the pain. She could see Dayster up ahead, but wasn't fast enough to catch up to him, even though she was running as fast as she could. That's why when Dayster stopped suddenly, Lestia crashed into him and sent then tumbling to the feet of a large timber wolf.

(I won't be here for the next 3-4 days, just so you guys know.)
Fern and Vheni had been traveling for a couple hours after the monster incident when the atmosphere seemed to change. Vheni stopped and perked her ears as she tasted the air. Fern widened her eyes, listening to the still air... then she heard the faint rustle of leaves, the slight tremor of the ground that told her something was passing a bit of a ways away.

"What are they?" She asked Vheni, who had gone completely alert.

"I'm not sure," Vheni replied hesitantly. "Wolves, more than one, but they aren't familiar, I don't think. Let's go check them out," Vheni began to lope onward to the sound, and Fern had no choice but to follow her friend with a sigh.

The two ran on toward the wolves, as Vheni had said they were. The wolves were not hard to find, especially with Vheni's superb senses to guide them, and soon they stood concealed in the brush. In front of them was a pack of large timber wolves, majestic and proud, with a... girl sitting on the largest one's back. Fern frowned. Was that normal?

"What...?" Fern began, but Vheni waved her tail, signaling for silence. Fern stopped mid-question and shot Vheni a frustrated look, but the she-wolf didn't notice, for she was much too busy staring at the timber wolf pack.

As they watched, a dragon-wolf tumbled out suddenly and stopped at the feet of one of the timber wolves. Surprised, Vheni and Fern froze, watching to see what would happen next.

Artemis continued walking through the forest, perched on the biggest wolf's back. She was aware of the two people following her. She began to examine their spirits. Gods had a useful ability to examine someones personality without going through the long process of getting to know someone. And people generally knew who she was. The first that came... she sensed and tragic past, involving an orphanage. She was traveling with a wolf, blind in one eye. The other, traveling with a wolf-dragon, seemed to have a good personality. As she delved further into their pasts, she noticed they would make good hunters. Strong, willing and capable.

Amicia urged Fell forward as they lumbered through the trees. Thats... wierd... Fell exlained, sniffing.
What is? Amicia questioned.
Another wolf. A half-wolf thing... two more people?
Amicia, now more interested then before dismounted and began to run on. Until she came infront of a large wolf pack. Timber wolves to be exact. Upon the largest was a girl.

"I'm so sorry," Lestia apologized to the girl as she tried to get Dayster back up. "We just wanted to see who you were."

Dayster did not appreciate getting help. "I can help myself, thank you very much." He swatted Lestia's hand away. He dusted himself off, and turned to look at the wolves. When he saw the girl, his jaw dropped. For a few seconds, he just stared at her. And then, he fell forward onto the ground, his face buried in the dirt. Lestia was just about to ask what he was doing when he hissed at her, "Bow down before the great Artemis, you fool!"

Lestia fell to the ground, trying to imitate Dayster as best she could. "My apologies, your Highness."
Dayster slapped her with his tail. It hurt.

"What was that for?" She whispered.

"Artemis is not a royal, she is a goddess!"

Lestia felt like hiding under a rock. "Oh, the greatest apologies yet, your, um, Greatness."

Dayster rolled his eyes, but Lestia decided to ignore him.

Artemis laughed at the mortal's show. She turned around and smiled at her. Do not worry, mortal, she told them, I have simply come to this forest to... search... She looked into the distance, wondering. Would this mortal make a good hunter? How could she be sure? Her eyes looked around at the three girls below her. A third had joined. The first to have come, the one that had bowed, had blonde hair. The second, Brown. And the third had redish. Had she found her new hunters?

(Uhm Fern and Vheni are hiding in the bushes, so Artemis shouldn't be able to see them yet...)

Fern watched a girl go to the dragon-wolf, listened to the conversation, waiting to see what would happen. Even as she watched, another girl and a large white wolf ran in front of the timber wolf pack. They all seemed to have met coincidentally. Fern watched the girl on the timber wolves. An aura of power seemed to be surrounding this girl, and so Fern was not quite so surprised as she might have been as she listened to the conversation, learning that this person was Artemis, goddess of the hunt.

Fern was confused. She had heard of monsters and gods in fairy tales at the orphanage, but she had never been told that they had existed. She had also heard about the group of girls that hunted with the goddess, and Fern wondered... was this a place where she could perhaps find a family, people that would care and be her friends, instead of the monsters at the orphanage? Perhaps...

And perhaps Vheni sensed this as well, for the red wolf silently pushed Fern forward. Fern did not resist, but walked out of the brush calmly, Vheni behind her, her hand never straying far from her hidden dagger. She knelt in front of the wolf pack, dipping her head in a respectful bow.

"I do not mean to interrupt," Fern spoke. "With all due respect, Goddess, I was passing when I heard a commotion. I followed and came upon this. I have traveled this forest many times, but I had yet to find a timber wolf pack nor a goddess amongst the trees. I don't mean to pry, but did you come for a reason?"

Fern could tell from Vheni's low growl, one that only she could hear, that she had perhaps been too open, too abrupt, but she did not rephrase her sentence, staying in her position, only lifting her head to look at the goddess past the large timber wolves.

(Yeah, but she's a godess, she just... knows these things XD)
Artemis smiled. It appears I have... She murmered.

Amicia glanced at the other girl, bowing, and the newcomer. She decided to follow their show, and bowed.

Artemis looked between the three. They had good, stong hearts. Perfect for hunting. Tell me, you three, what would you say to... a hunt?

Amicia's head jerked up at the word hunt. I would say are you joking, I mean, a hunt, with Artemis?! You'd be crazy not to accept... She heard Fell sigh beside her.

(Oh, I see. Makes sense, sorry about that :3)

Fern was taken aback by Artemis's sudden question. Hunt? With a goddess she didn't know was real until a few minutes ago? Questions rushed through Fern's mind. Where were the goddess's huntresses? There had to be some that were there... And if there were hunters, why was Artemis asking three plain mortals to hunt with her, and not her hunters? Confused, Fern looked around at the other two, but was unable to decipher their emotions.

Vheni looked at Fern, and Fern gazed back. In Vheni's eyes was a calm acceptance, and Fern took that to be a yes, her mind settling a bit, though the questions still remained. Fern looked back at Artemis, a slight crease in her forehead as she thought. If Artemis was asking them, perhaps the goddess was judging their abilities, perhaps that was what she had meant by "search." Perhaps the goddess was searching for new recruits.

Fern paused. She was adept at hunting; she had hunted in the forest often enough for her own food, unwilling to eat the nasty pulp that the orphanage often served as a meal. Fern looked back at Vheni, and in the depth of the partially-blind wolf's eyes, Fern found her answer. She would go on the hunt.

Looking back at Artemis, Fern smiled and nodded. "Sounds good to me," Fern replied.

Lestia was about to say something, but then Dayster slapped his tail against her mouth and said. "Lestia here would be most honored!"

She glared at Dayster and stood up, swatting his tail. She faced Artemis with a roguish smile. Finally, she wouldn't have to get bossed around by Dayster all the time. For the moment he was eyeing the two wolves that had appeared. "Don't mind him, he's a born leader. A hunt, I think, would be enjoyable."

And with a flourish, she curtseyed, thinking that the bows were a bit too Dayster.

Artemis smiled again. Pick your wolf and take your weapon. She said, offereing them an array of weapons, each glittering with power, shining pure moonlight.

Amicia bowed again and selected and bow with a silver handle, and a small knife. She then turned and mounted Fell again.

Fern listened to the others agree, then watched as Artemis lay an array of weapons, each unique, seeming to glow with power. Fern waited as the girl with the white wolf took a bow, then looked around for another one. Fern had used a bow that she had once found in the woods to hunt, and she had gotten quite adept, but that bow had broken during a hunt when one of the people from the orphanage had found her.

Fern's eyes feel upon a bow not much different from her old one, but this one was plaited with silver, the wood much smoother. She smiled. This would be a good choice of a weapon. With the bow, she picked up silver-tipped arrows, and hefted the two in her hands. They felt natural to her,like a true bow and arrows should feel, and when Fern pulled the string of the bow, the bow bent smoothly without a sound.

Fern then stood by Vheni respectfully, waiting for the next order.