Fic: Goddess Of The Hunt (1/1)
itle: Goddess Of The Hunt (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Diana
Genre: Drama
Rating: G
Warnings: Hunting.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Before she was Wonder Woman, Diana was the Goddess of the Hunt.
Date Of Completion: July 21, 2020
Date Of Posting: September 2, 2020
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 347
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Diana trekked through the woods, every one of her senses on high alert. The woods smelled of rain, a storm passing by the island earlier in the day. Her sandals trod the forest floor, the pine needles absorbing her footfalls. She kept a firm grip on her bow, notching an arrow. The sun was beginning to set behind the hills.
Diana saw her quarry’s tracks in a patch of mud. She wore the traditional hunting garb of the Amazons: a white tunic with a leather breastplate and pteruges, her sandal laces starting at her ankles and ending just below the knees. Leather bracers covered her bracelets, and she wore a simple headband. She was channelling the Goddess of the Hunt, her blue eyes keeping careful watch on the surrounding woods. The slight crack of a twig caught her attention, and she headed in that direction.
The stars began to come out through the canopy of tree branches far overhead. A breeze carried her quarry’s scent. She kept tracking, sure she was on the right trail. She walked quickly, careful to avoid twigs and branches.
She was approaching a stream. The crescent moon was rising, illuminating the clear water. She waited in a copse of trees.
Patience paid off. With an intake of breath, she watched as a stag emerged from the woods and went to the stream to drink.
Truly, a magnificent creature.
She watched him drink. His antlers indicated that he was full-grown, and he was strength itself as he ruled the forest. He was a symbol of the Old Ways, beautiful and graceful.
Diana honored her namesake as she raised her bow. The Goddess of the Hunt took her strength from the moon as she aimed. She was as still as a statue. Slowly, she lowered her bow.
The larder is full of venison from the last hunt.
The stag lifted his head and stared into the woods where Diana was hidden. He bounded away.
Diana looked up at the moon. She said a prayer to the Moon Goddess and retraced her steps toward home.
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