Sylvie arched her bow; aiming and releasing the arrow. It soared through the air, cutting through the sunlight and poaching its target right in the center. The corner of her mouth turns up with triumph of her success; she shifts her weight on her hooves. She's a cervitaur - human from the waist up, deer from the waist down. She can run up to 80 miles per hour. Amber-honey eyes, 7 feet tall, and with antlers on her head as a defense. She arches her bow again, aiming, ready to shoot another arrow, when all of a sudden, she hears a gasp from her right. There, standing at the entrance of the clearing is a human.