Thread: Island of the Lost - Survivor00 & Cheshire Pup

They knew the storm would bring them meat. Usually it just leaves fish scattered along the beach that sit there and rot if someone doesn??t take them. The scent usually draws the harpies and those annoying pesky birds usually stole most of whatever they could carry. But this time was different. This storm brought them men . A forked tongue flicked between red, luscious lips. Others slithered closer. Men always had the best meat and better then that the harpies never seemed interested in them so while the birds squawked and gathered up the fish that had been forced a shore the tribe slithered around the corpses and gathered them up. Bringing a large stick they tied the men to it and began to carry them back to camp. However, one of them men seemed to awake along the way. The youngest in the group had been put to the task of watching incase one was revived. It never happened so there was no issue towards putting the young ones to such an important job. However when the man opened his eyes there would be strange sight waiting for him below. There was a girl, se looked young, seven years old at the oldest. She had yellow, catlike eyes and forest green hair. Dark skin covered her body and where her legs should have been she had a snake??s tail with emerald colored scales. The child??s eyes grew wide when they met with those of the man and the girl lets out a shriek before slithering forwards. Someone in the from nearly dropped the stick and he would be able to hear a flurry of hissing sounds. Some sounded like words, other??s were words but in a language that he could not understand. The precession halted and the child brought back another woman. This woman had sun kissed skin and blue eyes, sapphire scales adorned her tail and there was nothing to cover her large, full breasts form sight. He might notice then that none of the women in this group was wearing any piece of clothing and all of them were very tan. The woman that the child brought back was given a dagger by one of the other snake women. The dagger was covered in strange markings, it was stone, not like the ones he would know back home. She rose the dagger above him and it looked as though she intended to kill but rather then meeting his doom he would meet the forest floor below. Rather than cut him free they simply separated the section he was tied to form the other parts. The woman holding the dagger hissed something at the others and they nodded and resumed their procession, taking his shipmates from sight. Once the sounds of the others could no longer be heard she turned back to the man, smiling wickedly at him before turning to the only woman to stay behind with her and the child. The woman nodded and the girl with the dagger nodded back, then she brought the blade up against his skin and began to cut, stripping away every bit of clothing he had on him while he was still bound to the stake by the ropes. Once this was done the oldest woman of the three stepped forward and reached into a bag she wore over her shoulder. The bag was full of some kind of goo that best resembled paint. Even more so as they began to write over his flesh in strange symbols while the woman said something. Wherever the paint touched there would be a slight itch. The woman was hissing some kind of incantation and as it went on the words sounded less like hissing and more like well, words. As the woman neared the end the pant began to glow then vanished completely. ??Did it work?? the child asked as she looked up at the strange creature that he now recognized as the leader of the tribe. ??It should have. Ladi has not failed us yet.? The woman said to the child. It seems that Ladi was the only woman. Then the snake with the stone dagger turned to the naked boy. ??Hello there boy.? The woman said to him, then looked him up and down. ??You care human, yes? Not many humans survive the way here. The last man to make it alive died twenty summers ago. Of course, he would have lived longer If he had chosen to stay with us.? The woman said, sounding bitter towards whoever took him. The older woman tied a rope around his neck like a leash. ??Your tails work, yes?? the woman asked him, referring to his legs. ??My name is Nagia. You will follow us back to the village.? The girl told him, not giving him another option. After that the little girl went behind him and untied the knots that held him to the stick, allowing him to fall into the mud of the trail they were taking. The sun was high in the sky so it was warm mud but mud all the same. ??You humans are always so unstable.? She said condescendingly before she began to slither away, not bothering to see if he stood up yet and holding the end of his leash. If he didn??t get to his feet very soon he would end up being dragged through the mud.