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Akhaz'iir sat in wait silently, the mist slowly rose from the water slowly drifting around him. The gentle sound of the icy water lapping at his feet was the only thing breaking the silence. Occasionally a bird's call echoed across the shore, its strident calls indicating danger was near.
Akhaz'iir strained to keep the bow string taut as he awaited his shot.
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Now that i finally have time to go back through and look at all of your work from the start, I'm noticing one particular thing that you do well: you realize that there's a big beautiful picture above what you write, so you don't need to describe everything, just embellish it a bit. Lots of people forget that.