Post by loki on Oct 21, 2007 23:39:01 GMT 10
Hidden by a lush, green wall of thick shrubbery a dart of dazzling black slipped slowly between trees and over rocks trying to make it over this section of the tangled jungle before she turned fifty. If one was within ear shot of the Southerner as she jumped from stone to stone holding her left arm close as she did they’d here the occasional sigh followed by lamenting and venomous curses for this unusually rocky patch in the middle of the humid jungle.
"They weren't kidding when they called this place evil."
Kamira, who had recently come through the paranoid village who mumbled about the jungle being alive was making a sad attempt at trying to reach Dragon Tooth Lake before the week was through; leaving her with about three days left. Picking her way over a small rock bed the annoyed woman jumped back as the small boulder which she was about to place her leather covered foot on was uprooted and tumbled down the hill before slamming into the ground with a satisfied crack. Even if the townsfolk were a bit on the edge they were right. The Alante Jungle was dangerous. . .
Besides the steppingstone's recent attempt on her life her day in this weird surrounding had been quite uneventful and the only bad luck that had befallen he had been the soft sprinkle this morning raining on her breakfast. Other then that there’d been no problems, but Kamira had the feeling that the wicked underbrush wasn’t finished. Still she pressed forward leaving behind the path that was strewn with boulders to touch down on firm dirt hoping that to dew drenched forest wouldn’t send a tumble of falling tress to crush her like a pathetic bug.
"They weren't kidding when they called this place evil."
Kamira, who had recently come through the paranoid village who mumbled about the jungle being alive was making a sad attempt at trying to reach Dragon Tooth Lake before the week was through; leaving her with about three days left. Picking her way over a small rock bed the annoyed woman jumped back as the small boulder which she was about to place her leather covered foot on was uprooted and tumbled down the hill before slamming into the ground with a satisfied crack. Even if the townsfolk were a bit on the edge they were right. The Alante Jungle was dangerous. . .
Besides the steppingstone's recent attempt on her life her day in this weird surrounding had been quite uneventful and the only bad luck that had befallen he had been the soft sprinkle this morning raining on her breakfast. Other then that there’d been no problems, but Kamira had the feeling that the wicked underbrush wasn’t finished. Still she pressed forward leaving behind the path that was strewn with boulders to touch down on firm dirt hoping that to dew drenched forest wouldn’t send a tumble of falling tress to crush her like a pathetic bug.