Webs of viens sprang over the Prince's arms through the sheer force necessary to nock his arrow. Pain roiled through his forearm as he bore the burn that came with wielding his hunting bow. He cooly watched a human-shaped head wiggle its way through the bones. One of a woman, stained by the filth around her.
Treads of caramel hair treaded her sublime features that carried a charm that would weaken the resolve of any man or woman.
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For the moment, Altair had the bearings of a man bounded by infatuation. His eyes had gone wide as he lowered his nocked bow. When an eruption of bones splintered the air, nicking the boy's cheeks, the woman lunged, her half-naked body revealed alongside the lower half that carried the body of a serpent.