Thread: Paradise Falls... A getaway with a lurker in the jungle

Dox had stirred from his light nap as the wind picked up, and his eyes snapped open as a smile played across his face. Someone was coming, and just as he had been trained to listen to his instincts the fine hairs upon the back of his neck prickled and his stomach knotted with excitement. Earlier this month and only a week after the house had been constructed Dox had been visited by one of his brethren from the main island about what had transpired. The islanders had decided to sell the small island he had been living on in return for quite a hefty sum of money due to the encroaching of strangers from the islands. With the money of the purchase, they had renewed their claim on all the other islands with some kind of person known as a lawyer, and Dox handed the little slip of paper he had been given to allow the building of the house on the island earlier. His brother approved him of his tenacity, and gave him a few sheets of paper that was the contract for owning the island. Though technailly the island belonged to someone else, well hidden within the contract was the notion that one islander would live on the island on and off to ensure the jungles and the island itself was well taken care of and not destroyed. Better yet was the fact that no other buildings could be placed on the island aside from the single house. Dox doubted he'd see these people so early but was pleased to know that he might actually get a chance to meet some neighbors. Dox quickly got up and with without another thought jumped from the cliff top where he was napping. The wind whistled in his ear as he fell a fifty plus feet, driving up his excitement even more before the jarring impact of his hands meeting a moss covered limb of a tall tree. Keeping his arms slightly bent, he did not stop himself but instead used his arms to change direction and swing outwards into the nothingness below him. Another branch arched below him and with the timing gained from playing amongst the trees for years kicked off it to keep him going. In much the same way Dox swung, jumped, and more times than not fell the few hundred feet towards the jungle floor before at last stopping himself in the last true giant before the jungle gave way to the smaller trees and the tiny bay that the ship had taken dock in. The tree hid him perfectly in the shadows and shifting light of tree leafs tickled by the wind, and dark crimson eyes watched intently as the little group of people were deposited on the island. It was still a hot day, and Dox smiled as he heard the drifting complaints of one of the females of the group. She would have been attractive save for the whining, but Dox instead took notice of the brown haired beauty that walked quietly along. She was something to behold, and the manner she held her self in silence spoke of bordom beyond belief. Dox wondered if she might wish to play later on but another sound caught his attention. A wild boar snorted along the tree lines before coming out of them all together in the sand where it snorted and gazed balefully at the little group. The boars on the island were quite large, and this one looked to be a good seventy pounds but they were dangerous in the sense of territory. That particular boar had taken the path towards the house for it's own, and the snorting increased as it pawed the sand working it's temper up. A boar that size could easily gore and kill a man, and it was getting ready to charge the little group for trespassing but Dox had other idea's. It was bad manners to take away such a prize but the group didn't seemed armed or capable of taking it down by hand so Dox decided he'd take it instead. He had been thinking of hunting since his supply of meat had been running low so with practiced ease plucked a spear that was inbeded in the tree above him. Similar spears and other weapons he left all over the island just in case he needed one, and this being his favorite tree close to the bay had 12 in different spots. The boar gave a loud squeal and stamped the sand before Dox reared back and hurled it mightily. He anticipated it charging, and it did but his aim was better than good as the boar took no more than two steps before the spear came whistling out of the upper trees and passed cleanly with a good four inches sticking out of the other side of it's skull and flopped over in the sand without a sound.