Velvet Hood moved with the silent grace of experience. Her carefully hidden weapons concealed in the lining of her cloak. Some slender blades easily accessible from the heavy hem.
The cord securing it around her neck looked decorative and fashionable. But, it was blessed with great strength, being used as a garotte on a number of occassions.
Hood's greatest weapon, was her vulnerability, far more perceived than real. She looked a juicy target for any wanderer unfamiliar with the forest. A few bandits taking advantage of the tree cover, were surprised ... fatally, on ambushing her.
A carefully draped hand shifting in a display of faux modesty covering a distracting bust, was used to fluster and mislead any villain. Few escaped her traps to spread the word of her danger.
Her isolated cottage ensnaring many with evil intent, and the nearby village considering her blessed. Her 'lucky' escapes sign of divine favour.
Silently, she drew a throwing blade from it's concealed location. It flew silently towards the deer. She was going to eat well tonight. The stag was startled and stunned. As Velvet Hood emerged sprinting deftly over the uneven ground. She reached it with a speed that seemed almost inhuman. A quick mercy, and the beast was dead. She Wiped the blade clean on some nearby moss, the silver blades caught the light.
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