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Ava was one to wander off, and so she had, away from the tent party and into the forest behind it. And perhaps wandering had been a stupid thing to do in a dress and heels. She didn't care. She liked exploring.
Ava was rather pale. Therefor, her black dress seemed even darker, her lipstick brighter, her hair lighter. Her hair was long-mid back- and in a loose braid with diamond and pearl pins stuck in it.
At the moment, she was walking easily through a path often taken. Ahead, however, the path ended.

"Destery, I'm surprised at you", said a voice behind the silent hunter. This voice was soft as wind, harsh yet smooth. The owner of the voice was another hunter named Monroe. This boy looked much different than the girl reading and her predator; he was dressed casually in black slacks and a grey dress shirt, black loafers on his feet. Monroe generally dressed like this, being wealthy and wanting to show it. Anyone who spotted him may have laughed; a seventeen year old dressing like a business man. Monroe smirked, his pallid arms crossed. "I never knew you one to watch your dinner."