Through the Hunt

Diana was indeed a magnificent sight: Her smooth skin, youthful and athletic shape, grace-filled turns and tosses, and as she awoke, the sun had just begun peeking through the brush in an almost taunting manner. As the sun shone upon Her bare body and warmed Her skin, She realized it was early morning. To Herself, She thought, “Oh, how I enjoy the chaos of early morning hunts.” She rose to Her feet and, undressed, ran to wake Her huntresses.

“Get up, my fine-looking maidens, so that we may hunt for boar and deer,” Diana tells them. Her maidens obeyed at once and prepared by dressing in their peplos; meanwhile, Diana donned Her crescent Moon-shaped tiara, put arrows made of pure silver in their quiver, covered in a knee-length peplos, and grabbed Her silver bow. With that, She finished adorning Herself with everything She needed for a successful hunt.

The Goddess of the Hunt, Diana, and Her huntresses set out for the wilderness in search of wild beasts to kill. Her devotees acted as if they were divine beings using the hunt in an attempt to lessen their angelic fury. As silent as the dead of night, their footsteps were as stealthy and as quiet as their focus.

Diana stopped next to a pond strewn with sparsely scattered small, white blooms and signaled to Her godly creatures to cease their movement, and they obeyed.

Diana squinted as she peered into the trees, shielding Her brother–the Sun– Apollo, from Her eyes…

She was ethereal and soft, pure of heart and mind. A white beacon encased by colors of the Earth. Such exquisite pulchritudinous could only be found in Her, a virgin goddess. Her figure demanded attention and always managed to steal it…

She spotted movement. “A boar,” she signaled to Her huntresses–both maiden and bitch–and together, as a whole, they ran.