Phoebe Azi
Phoebe stood in her room, forcing a small ivory brush through her tangled nest of brown hair. After what seemed like forever, she had worked all of the knots out of her hair and tied it back with a red ribbon, it didn't keep the hair out of her face, because as soon as she took her hands away from it, her bangs and other strands of hair got out. She glared at her reflection in the mirror and tore the ribbon out.
"Your not doing it right."
She turned around to see her mother standing in the door, stirring something viciously. Phoebe's mother looked a lot like her, with wavy brown locks and soft, pretty features, though, her mother's hair was streaked with occasional gray and her eyes were green, the same shade that her brother's were before he was killed in combat, Phoebe got her dog crap brown eyes from her father, who had passed on when she was a baby when her home burned down. Now, all she had was her little sister, Kezi, her mother, and their cat, Olus. Kezi was off with one of her friends and Olus was never one to stay in one place.Though, he usually came home for milk in the morning.
"Then you can teach me later." She muttered, grabbing the bow and tying it around her wrist for later. She smoothed out her white cotton dress that when down just below her knees, made sure the bow in the back of it was secure, then pushed passed her mother and to the door of the hut. She tied her sandals on her feet and left.
Phoebe crossed through the grass and went straight for the market place, where she quick bought a fish and then went to the butcher's. She gave the butcher, Rotsie, her fish and in no time it was gutted and Phoebe had a bag of it's entrails, leaving the rest of the fish to Rotsie. She could have easily gutted it herself, but she wasn't exactly jumping to get lectured on the fundamentals of bow tying from her mom.
She made her way to the barn, a place the cat usually frequents, and slowly creaked the large door open. "Olus.." She called, pushing it open the rest of the way, letting light flow into the rickety old building. "Olus, you stupid cat, come here, I've got some nice fish guts for you." She shook the bag, and blood dripped from the cloth bag as the entrails sloshed around in it. She grimaced at the sound and stopped shaking it. "You're going to make Kezi worry if you don't come home soon."
Something in the corner of the barn where the hay was stacked moved, and Phoebe tossed the guts behind her and made her way over to see what it was. She jumped as the dumb, fat cat raced out from his hiding place to pounce on the bag. She swore under her breath, but went back to seeing what it was. There was a goat. And a guy.
Wait, a guy?
She walked closer, and confirmed that it was a guy, with one of Kezi's goats, Iccha, chewing on his hair. "Shoo you dumb animal!" She hissed, shooing away the goat, it backed off and went to go eat something else.
Phoebe stomped up to the guy, he was handsome, she gave him that much, but he was also trespassing. She grinned and made her way to one of the hay bails and pushed it over, revealing a hole in the floor where her bow and sheath of arrows were kept, reserved for hunting, but freaking this guy out seemed like fun.
She walked back to him, and spit on the dirty hay next to his sleeping form, then stood over him, aiming the arrow right into his left eye socket. "Wakey wakey sleeping beauty." She whispered, then shifted her foot, and stomped on him, right in the groin, then brought it up to his face, pushing against his cheek with the bottom of her sandal, "tell me why your here or you get an arrow in your eye."