Soulless-Dollx

Fwip. Whoosh. Silence. Fwip. Whoosh. Silence. Were the three sounds made in the dead of the night within the heart of the woods, the irritating cicadas chirping along with the occasional hoot of the owls who were searching for their prey. At least the specks of white decorating the beautiful ebony canvas along with the full luminous moons hanging there side by side provided some light. Fwip. Whoosh. Thunk. Finally! A hit! And a bulls eye too! With a determined smirk firmly planted upon his face, the azure clad hunter stepped towards the target to yank the arrows out of the target hung upon the lone branch. It was another one of those lat