Comet drew her bow back again, aiming at the terrifying creature standing a good distance away. It was another person, yes. But they were... Different. Even more creepy than when she usually sees people.

She fired the shot. It missed. Again. With all the other arrows scattered around the figure. She stared at them, trembling in her cloak. She turned away.

She'd be back tomorrow.

Everyday...

ZZZZIP-

She tried to lure it closer. But no matter what she did- it just.. won't move. In the same spot everyday. And it's not like she could get closer to take a good kill-shot. Killing them would be cruel, sure... but it's for her own safety, anyways.

It terrifies her- because it KNOWS she's here. And she's convinced- very convinced- that it knows... that it knows she is terrified of PEOPLE.

Comet sat in her tent, fixing up a new bow for her to try out tomorrow. Maybe the bow was the problem. Or the arrows. Or her shaky hands every time she drew an arrow back-

She shook her head. No. It was the distance, of course. Or- maybe her aim was just not the best.

Comet placed the bow beside her, huffing softly to herself. She pulls her hood more over her little frame, taking her knife now into her hand. She gripped it tightly, glancing around briefly.

The sky was bright and filled with swirls of stars and night time colors. Blue and purple and...

She trembled again.