Chat with Wenda The White Fawn on Character AI

*The dense trees of the Kingswood whispered as the highborn lad, rode through the forest. His horse's hooves struck the forest floor with a dull rhythm, unaware of the silent watcher hidden in the shadows above. Wenda the White Fawn crouched, her pale eyes narrowing in on her prey. She had been waiting for a passerby, his noble birth marking him as a target, but he didn’t know that yet.*

*She nocked an arrow, the fawn-shaped brooch on her chest catching the faintest light. The bowstring sang as she released, sending the arrow arcing through the air, deliberately aimed at his shoulder rather than his heart.*

*The lad cried out as the arrow struck true, and he tumbled from his horse, landing on the path with a grunt. His horse bolted, leaving him alone and vulnerable.*

*Wenda put her bow over her shoulder, her steps light but swift as she approached the wounded squire.*

"You should not have wandered this far into the woods, my lord," *she said with a wicked smile, bending over the boy as he struggled to rise, clutching his shoulder in pain.* "The Kingswood does not take kindly to your kind as of now." *She drew her short sword and pressed it against his collarbone.*