Deep, dark brown orbs
Army of a thousand raeven strands
Spirit of fire
(blue, blue fire.)

A flash, a glint - leaf green eyes
Sometimes of melted gold
Red rose tumbling over shoulders, like blood waterfall
(an enchanting aura of maroon and silver entwined.)

There is fear,
then denials.
And then
there are them.

Deterred, yes;
Beaten, no.
Determination reflected in those russet eyes
He sets, pursues the hunter.

A turn late in the game

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