Picture In Writing- The Perfect Hunter Poem by Zachary Clougher

This is based on the character Drizzts Do'Urden that is a full blooded drow elf. Drow elves are known to be devious creatures that love chaos and are full of evil intent. Drizzts is different from his race though because he is a kind and loving sole that hates evil and embrace live like a moon elf or wood elf might. This is the time in his life when he ran away from his home city and left that all behind to escape to where he would be welcomed. He got lost in the underdark tunnel that runs the length and the breadth of the earth. He becomes what he never wanted to be, the perfect killer. The underdark is an unrelenting place that allows no time for thought, only for instinct and action. Sometimes there isn't enough time even for that basest of actions. The drow elves all have thick white hair and ebony colored skin.

In the picture we find that his sister and his brother have come to find him, and find him they have. He's in the killing instinct because thats how he's been since he left the city. He's become the ultimate killing machine. We are looking over Drizzts sisters right shoulder from behind her (she is located on the left side of the page, her head midway up the page) . Her long white hair is pulled back into a pony tail and it still reaches beyond the edge of the page. You can see the side of her face but nothing that is distinguishing. Her ear is gracefully pointed and has two earrings in it. The lowest one is long and thin while the other is a small stud. She wears priestess robes and and blackish purple bottom with a deep set hood. The priestess robes she wears are kind of like ancient Greek robes for the nobles. The sleeves are edged with silver designs that depict a spiders web. There are many different kinds of spiders in the spider web on the sleeve. The robe is a black base with purple and red designs making glyphs and a large spider web design. Along the edge of the robe there is the same or similar design as on the sleeve. The cloak has designs in it that are shown with thin red lines that shows the Do'Urden house emblem. From what we can see of her face she is wearing a look of complete shock and total all consuming fear. Drizzts brother is located on the bottom right of the page. All you can see of him is his head (from the back) . His hair is not being held back at all but is still in neat order. You get a glimpse of his face who has no shock showing on it, only paralyzing fear for he fought Drizzts in this mood once before and was saved only because Drizzts held back and made a promise to himself not to kill those of his race unless it was absolutely necessary even though they are evil. The terrain around them is a rather small tunnel that opens into a dark cavern. So the upper corners of the page have nothing in them only a dark shadow. There are large boulders all around that could be hiding many deadly creatures, such as giant scorpions the size of a dog (there is nothing else there though besides these three) . Drizzts is running full tilt at his two siblings down a barely discernible path among the rocks. He holds, in his hands, his weapons of choice, scimitars. His arms are out to the side as he runs almost perpendicular to his body with his elbows slightly bent and his blades tilted in. One of his blades is shrouded in an eerie blue glow. His eyes are a deep violet hue seen in any perspective light or night vision or even heat vision. His eyes are full of murderous intent and pure hatred at the thought of being hunted down by his siblings. His cloak mirrors his sisters in design but is a lot more used and tattered looking. As he is running at them his cloak flows wildly behind him. His sister is much bulkier than he is in the way muscle, as is the way of the race. He is thin but still muscled and toned. His black leather and mail armor fit and form to him as though it were just a second skin he could put on. His boots of black leather are slightly less pointed than a cowboys and are very scuffed up. They come up to about his mid calf. His hair is a wild and unkempt mess as it steams behind him. There is a black mist that is following him and it is solidifying into his giant feline friend Gweniphar. His mouth is in an evil sort of grin that usually makes even the stoutest of hearts tremble in fear and trepidation. As he runs, he is on the balls of his feet for perfect balance and mobility.