(Source: ifthereisawillthereisaway)
Ari blew a piece of hair away from her face, gaze watchful and wary in the rolling fog. Stalking prey in Tirisfal wasn’t the prettiest of assignments, but it paid the bills. Settling back against the tree she was in, she set a hand on the head of her dragonhawk and waited.
(Source: 4tiro)