Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

Sharub collapsed on the fresh ground of the jungle, jer muscled and bones aching. Nightmares and yellow-eyed demons crowding her mind. She woke with a gasp, her breath quick. She tried to get up but something was helding her ankles together, same with her wrists. She tried to raise her chest, satting on the floor. Looking around she found herself in the jungle, the Angur's might filtering trough the deep foliage. Turning her head she saw the demon that captured her, his eyes still upon her, despite no longer gleaming with magic. With the daylight she could finally see clearly her abductor, his muscles bulging with strenght, scars sorinkled over them, similar to the ones of her tribe's hunters proof of a warrior or a valiant hunter. She knelt with difficulty, trying to stand up and attenpt an escape, even if that meant to jump, arms and legs tied, trough the whole jungle. But where to go? As soon as she was going to flex her thighs and stand, a spear appeared in front of her eyes from her side She froze, eyes wide to this appearance. Her heart racing again into her ears. Slowly turning her head, she saw him... wearing similar hides of her hunter, soon other emerged from the shadows of the jungle. Soon Sharub was encircled by warriors of a tribe she didn't knew. Several of them wearing a mask similar to the one of the sleeping assailant, now sleeping few meters away, even several old ones, probably venerables like the elders of her tribe. One of theold ones, with wrinkled eyes and hairs falling long behind her head, with baubles and symbols tied into them, approached her. Sharub felt her eyes on her, examinated from head to toe, feeling as if her very soul has been searched and evaluated. Eventually the old one gestured one of the warriors gathered around and pronounced a word she didn't knew the meaning of. Promptly an hide was presented to the old one, that repeated the unknown word looking in her eyes, with no answers from the perrified, knelt girl. Almost rolling her eyes in annoyance, the Elder tilted the hides making water leaking trough her hand, repeating her word as if to underline the concept. Now clear. Sharub was still silent. She had not idea of how to communicate with them, plus she preferred to die rather than accepting those... denonic tribals's offerings. So Sharub turned her head away, looking down in disdain. It was then that the elder muttered something, clearly annoued by this prey's pretents and knelt before her, pointing her cracked lips, then grabbed Sharub's chin and forced the water-skin into her mouth. Sharub emitted a meep of surprise, not expecting this action from the old one. She gulped the water down her throath, closing her eyes in the effort of not coughing and not drowning. After few other gulps, the old one retroeved the forced watering with a satisfied wrinkled grin. Sharub coughed and gasped. They wanted me to drink. As if they wanted me to be strong thought Sharub ...but why? Why would they if they slaughtered the nost of my tribe? It was then the older one poured a bit of water in a bowl that gave to another ekder, this time pouring it over the sleeping demon, that slowly awoken and stood up.