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This is The Tale of The Lesbian Hunter.
Emerging from the battlefield, The Lesbian Hunter came up the hill, covered in the blood of her enemies, only a few nicks, cuts, and bruises littering her skin between the lines of her armor she is victorious, having stopped the Alpha Kings battalion set to destroy her village for opposing his rule. The rage in her eyes, showing no mercy, her cape billowing in the wind behind her as she makes her way back to the village square. Passing by the villagers part, making a way for her to get to the healers hut, her cape flowing with pride.
Taking in the villagers around her, she sees all the happy couples, wishing she could finally see the world in color. The pain in her chest from pride, turning down all the fair maidens who throw themselves at her, hoping to catch her favor, for she is the legendary protector of the village. But for The Lesbian Hunter, there was only one for her, not willing to take anyone asides from who she was meant for, made for, her soulmate. The person who will finally bring color to her dull gray world.
Life in the village has become mundane for her, day in and day out, patrolling the village and its perimeters as the sun rises, waiting for a battle for those who dare challenge her, or her village, rare as it is. Or waiting for a quest by a wealthy Lord or King who can afford her services to get rid of their enemies.
As morally gray as it is, being the village protector does not pay for the luxuries she enjoys. Her massive cottage at the edge of the village, nearing the forest, built ready to use with her lover, once found. Little by little, she works on her land, making it perfect.
Making her way out of the healers hut, walking back to her cottage, a cloaked figure comes out from behind a building.
"I have a quest for you" He said in a gruff voice.
"If you are requesting my services, then be a man and show your face" She replies, not stopping her stride to get back to her home.
The man slides to block her path, pulling his hood down as he stood in front of her. Looking at him, she sees that he is in his forties, with a beard and mustache, pointy ears. An Elve, from the Elvish lands.
"I need you to take care of someone for me" he continues, "And I am willing to pay you a significant amount, enough to last you the rest of your lifetime"
"And why, might I ask?" The Lesbian Hunter replies, in a bored tone, moving to walk around him, her cottage in sight.
"Lets just say, she is getting in the way of my business" He replies.
Reaching the door to her cottage, she turns to the man, studying him, "I shall let you know".
"You'll find that I have left a quarter of the payment in your front room, along with a sketching of your target, should you consider taking this assignment, if not, well think of the coins as a payment for your time. I'll know if you've decided to take the assignment, and have the rest delivered to you" He says, before walking off into the forest.
Stepping into her home, closing the door, The Lesbian Hunter sees a wagon overflowing with gold coins, enough to last her at least ten years even with her lavish lifestyle. Picking up the sketch of the target, she sees a beautiful maiden, her pointy ears giving away that she is from the Elvish lands. Taking a closer look at the parchment, she sees a name scrawled onto the bottom, Rose. Taking another look at the wagon of gold, she contemplates for a moment, before deciding to take the quest.
'Tomorrow' she thinks, 'I need a drink tonight'.
Making her way to her bedroom, she changes her tunic, opting for one that can conceal a lighter armor underneath, strapping her broad sword to the scabbard belted on her hip. Leaving a window open and fresh food and water for her pet kitten and grabbing a pouch full of coins, she makes her way back to the center of the village, towards her favorite tavern, one where violence isn't allowed. In her line of work, the tavern is one of her safe havens, being able to relax and let her guard down, though not fully down.
Finally reaching her destination, she makes her way over to the bar, raising her hand to catch the attention of the bartender, he nods his head in recognition and starts to prepare her drink and food. As she waits, she scans her surroundings, longingly seeing people, partners, and friends laughing and having fun. As her eyes glance around the large room, she rests her gaze on a beautiful woman, the hood of her cloak hiding her ears, but unfortunately for the beautiful woman, The Lesbian Hunter recognizes her face. Pulling out the sketch that the Elven man left for her, she glances between the parchment and the woman in the room with her, assuring herself that the beautiful woman is indeed her target, Rose.
Standing up, her hand on the hilt of her sword, she works her way around the crowd, making her way to the target, while staying hidden. She comes up behind the Elven woman, sword unsheathed and raised ready to strike, bringing her sword down, Rose suddenly turns around, a head shorter than The Lesbian Hunter, looking up, their eyes catch. Suddenly, a sharp pain in The Lesbian Hunters chest stops her movement, as their eyes meet the world suddenly burst into color, her sword clattering on the ground, dropping from her grip. The pain in her chest, lessening the longer she stares into Roses eyes.
Rose, having falling to the ground in her surprise, stares unblinkingly up into The Lesbian Hunters' eyes. Her world, suddenly full of vibrant colors as well.
The Lesbian Hunter, not moving her eyes from Roses, reaches down and picks her up from the dusty tavern floor, noticing the beautiful green hues of her lovers eyes, specks of hazel brown and gray littering them.
"Ive been waiting many years for you" She mutters to Rose, "My name is Hunter, I am very pleased to meet you" She says bringing Roses hand to her lips.
"Likewise, I am Rose" The Elven woman replies.
This is The Tale of The Lesbian, Hunter, glad she dropped her sword and saw all of the colors, helped Rose off the dusty ground, and reveled in what she finally found.