Elvania Queen of Warrior Elves
Elvania queen of the warrior elves entered the jungle
As a cat, with glowing eyes, hypervigilant and aware.
Her keen senses smelled Barley Root, a sure sign of the Slothers.
They had been here, and recently. Her nose picked up their scent.
With every pore, she listened, hearing another’s breath.
There was something close by; animal or Slother, she knew not.
Her bow and arrows were ready. She felt them twitching for a battle.
A tiny Hemancer came out to get a drink from the pond.
She did not release her hold on her knife, listening.
The elves were about to crucify the Slothers, and they were aware.
A scared Slother was a dangerous Slother. Her senses intensified.
So many sights and sounds in the jungle, but she was ready.
The Hemancer gave her a snort and paraded back into the tall grass.
No idea how capable she was of slitting his throat in seconds.
Her comrades joined her. Any sign of the Slothers?
Take a whiff, she said. The battle was about to commence.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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