Tip Toeing Descriptive Writing

As I make my precarious way into the wood, it seems my cautious tip toeing is pointless, for with every step a twig or a leaf snaps underfoot. Nevertheless, I continue on, the sound of my footsteps reverberating with an impossible loudness through the surrounding foliage. I gaze upon the towering trees around me, noting that the mottled skin of their branches bear a pleasant resemblance to my own flesh; the burn scars which race up and down my whole body a constant reminder of my task. The wind begins to pick up and I am left without my sense of smell to aid me with my passage through the forest. I try, fruitlessly, to pick up a scent from the undergrowth, however, I discover to my disliking, human scat, which does point me in the right direction. I follow a slightly trodden-upon path as the dark, cloudy afternoon turns into night. I allow my senses to heighten and focus my mind on controlling every bodily movement. “You must be quick and you must be precise,” I heed Twin’s instructions. Once I come upon the sought-after clearing in the wood, I collect myself and quickly settle underneath a colossal maple tree. I grab my flatbow and quiver, loaded full with broad-headed arrows, from my pack and position myself behind a pale boulder nearby. I wait. …show more content…
My body awakens and the leaves on the maple seem to shiver in response. I quietly reach for an arrow and raise my bow in the direction of the sound. I must be quick and I must be precise. I stare straight ahead, never blinking for fear I might miss my chance. I wait. A few long moments pass and suddenly the moon reflects upon the porcelain skin of a white woman. I hold in a gasp as I rediscover the motives behind my duty -- I loved her once and because of this I nearly walk away from the scene, but I remind myself of her betrayal and how she left me to