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      "writing": "[center][b][u]Chyoa Quest[/u][/b][/center]\n[center][b]Chapter 1: Non-Canon Route 3[/b][/center]\n[center][u]Ranger[/u][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nChyoa stayed crouched low as she tracked her prey. The mouse had spotted a wild deer while out training in the woods outside of her home town. She hunted them many times growing up, but this was the first time in a long time she had been out on her own. Normally she was out hunting with her father, who had taught her how to use a bow. She was a pretty good shot, though not as good as her father. Not yet, anyway. She reached down to her hip, pulling an arrow and knocking it in her bow. The deer in the distance seemed to sense something, lifting its head and looking around. She loosed the arrow, watching it fly. It struck true...\n\n...mostly. It hit the deer, but not in an instantly fatal spot. The arrow pierced into the hide of the animal's side, sinking in. While the thing let out a cry of pain, it didn't fall over. Instead, it bolted, dashing off into the brush and shadows of the woods. \"Shit.\" She cursed under her breath, letting out a soft sigh. She moved forward with only a little haste, finding the splatter of blood from the wound she caused. Looking in the direction the deer had bolted, it shouldn't be too hard to track it. The leaves and branches were broken, and there was splashes of blood on both the leaves and the ground. It was definitely a kill shot, just not instant. She could already hear her father's words in her head, berating her for poor aim.\n\nWith another sigh, she followed the trail the deer had left. It really had fled in a panic. Not that she blamed it. It managed to get pretty far before it finally collapsed. She found it deeper into the woods, laying on its side and making horrible, pained noises as it flailed, blood frothing in its mouth. \"Ugh. Poor thing. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to suffer.\" She got closer, though it started to flail even more, nearly kicking her in its panic. \"Hey, hey, easy! Easy.\" She moved around and crouched down near its head. She rested one hand against its head gently. \"Easy. I'll make this quick.\" She pulled a short blade from her side. \"Sorry.\"\n\nAiming more carefully this time, she quickly pushed the blade into the deer's neck, piercing deep enough that she also hit its heart. It let out one last jerk and shiver, then grew still. \"There. Rest now.\" She slid the blade free, gently wiping it off on the deer's hide. \"I'm sorry. But I need to eat. And your pelt will sell for a few coins, too.\" She carefully pulled her arrow free, doing her best not to damage the pelt any more. \"Would have sold for more if I was a better aim... Well, your meat will still sell for quite a bit, if nothing else.\"\n\nShe was just about to pull some cord from her small pack to tie the deer's ankles together, but froze. Her ears swiveled back and forth on her head, listening. She didn't hear anything, but the fur on the back of her neck suddenly stood up. Her instincts told her something was wrong, even if she didn't hear or see anything. She didn't smell anything, either, the scent of the deer's fear and blood overpowering anything else. A sound finally caught her attention. Movement, slow, careful, and close. \"Shit.\" She slowly pulled her bow off of her shoulder, pulling an arrow from the quiver and knocking it ready.\n\nThe sound moved, now even closer, and behind her. She quickly turned, pulling the string on the bow. Her eyes went wide as she saw a wild puma airborne at her. She fired the arrow, but the shot went wide, missing entirely. She fell backwards and rolled to the side, the large cat pouncing over her. Too close for her to dodge completely, though. Pain lanced across her back as claws ripped through her light leather shirt and into her back up to her left shoulder. She continued rolling, most of her arrows spilling out onto the ground around her.\n\nShe came back up quickly, grabbing for her blade... only for it to not be there. She looked back at the deer. She had left it on the ground by the carcass. Sloppy. \"Shit!\" She heard the growl from the big cat, looking to see it pacing slowly, staring intently at her. It was probably drawn by the wounded deer. She'd gladly give it up, but she had a feeling it wouldn't let her go so easily. Not like she could reason with a feral beast. As slowly as she could, she pulled her feet under herself, hands on the ground. She watched the cat's tail more than anything else.\n\nAs soon as the cat's tail stopped moving, she did. She dove to the side as it pounced at her again, reaching to try and grab the blade on the ground. She hit the dirt as the puma went over her, grabbing at the handle of her short sword. She rolled over, ready to swing at the beast. Instead, she felt a weight suddenly slam onto her. She let out a shriek of pain as tiny daggers pierced into her shoulders as they were pinned to the ground. The blade fell out of her grip once again, thumping to the dirt just out of her reach.\n\nShe looked up at the feral cat, panic gripping her firmly as her heart raced. She saw the teeth more than the mouth looming. \"G-good kit-\" She never got to finish speaking as it suddenly clamped those jaws around her neck. She tasted blood as the teeth pierced into her throat, clamping tight enough to cut off her air. She reached up, trying to fight back, but the cat's weight had her pinned down. It raked claws against her, ripping through her leather shirt and her flesh. The jaws clenched harder, slicing deeper into her throat. Blood started to drool out from the cat's mouth, running down her neck and pooling onto the ground under her.\n\nSuddenly, she felt a strange tugging, the puma lifting her by the neck, only to slam her back against the ground. She tried to struggle, only to be slammed a second time, her body jerking. When the puma yanked her up again, she had very little struggle left. When it slammed her down, there was a crack, her body suddenly going numb. Her eyes went wide, but her vision was blurred by tears. She didn't feel her body shivering anymore. She stared up at the tree canopy above her, the sky just visible through the leaves. She had wanted to be an adventurer. She never even got out of the woods outside of her home town.\n\nThat was the last thought she had as she faded, her body growing still. The puma held on for a little longer, slamming her against the ground again. When it didn't get so much as a twitch from the mouse, it finally let her go, licking its lips. The cat then turned, letting out a sound. Four small cubs emerged from the brush, coming over to the fresh kills. Two went to the deer, tearing into it, while two went to Chyoa. She was mercifully already dead when they started to tear into her flesh. The would-be adventurer would only end up becoming a meal for some hungry cats, and what was left would be picked clean by scavengers. No one would ever find out what happened to her.\n\n[center]*     *     *[/center]"
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