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ÿυṃ ÿυṃṡ (Yummy Tamale): the King asked me if I fell in love, and I was like…. duh, a million times
XXX: still can’t hit the broad side of a freakin barn though
ÿυṃ ÿυṃṡ (Yummy Tamale): lol
XXX: Hahahaha, you fell in love with XX?
ÿυṃ ÿυṃṡ (Yummy Tamale): With a lot of people
XXX: That’s kinda sweet
ÿυṃ ÿυṃṡ (Yummy Tamale): There were some really great people there. I get attached.
ÿυṃ ÿυṃṡ (Yummy Tamale): 🙂
Coming soon: a novel titled “The Isle of Agape.” It will be available in electronic format on amazon.com/. Details will be posted on this blog as they become available.
She was in the habit of stealing.
Seriously, how else could a prey survive without occasionally lifting food from the Hunters? And then there was the whole issue of clothing. Well, not really clothing, since they weren’t allowed any. But the material for bangles and necklaces and little strips of cloth that she wrapped around her waist didn’t grow on trees. So she learned to steal from the men in the village and in the camps.
She made her way to the village now, to one of her favorite cabins to visit. Pausing next to the cabin, she pressed her ear to the side to make sure no one was inside. Satisfied that the cabin was empty, she climbed in through the unlocked window and grinned wide as she perused the fresh stock of goods in one corner.
First, an apple was snagged, and she took a healthy bite out of it before taking a basket and setting it on the floor, planning to fill it up with all manner of goodies. Still munching on the apple, she added bananas and chocolate to the basket, then tossed in some beads. No doubt the Hunter had been planning to bribe some prey into having sex with him, because he surely couldn’t shoot.
Once the basket was loaded, she picked it up and headed back towards the window. But on the way, she spied a tube sitting on the bedside table. She leaned in close to look at it and, deciding it looked interesting, added it to her stash of stolen stuff. She then climbed through the window and hurried away to her little hiding spot among the trees.
Settling on the grass carpet, she glanced up at the limb-ed canopy that covered her “home,” the place where she hid and ate and slept. She reached into the basket, intending to put things away in the hollow of the nearest tree, when her fingers wrapped around the tube. She pulled it out and unscrewed the lid, lifting it to her nose to smell it.
“Oooh,” she moaned softly, as whatever was in the tube smelled divine. It surely must be something to eat, she thought, since it smelled like fruit and candy. She squirted some of the substance onto her fingers and then licked it off. Almost immediately afterwards, she noticed that her fingers were burning.
It wasn’t a totally unpleasant sensation, but it was definitely odd. Her brow wrinkled over it, and then she realized — her tongue was burning too! And this was most definitely unpleasant! She hurriedly drank some water, which didn’t help, then jumped up to run to the Healer’s hut. She tried to tell the Healer what was wrong, but it was hard to do with a swollen tongue.
Meanwhile, across the island in the village, a Hunter in his cabin called out to his owned prey. “Girl, have you seen that intensifying lube I used on you last night?”
She sat cross legged in front of the fire, staring into the dancing flames with a morose expression on her pretty face.
This wasn’t fair; it wouldn’t go away.
She squirmed, hoping to relieve the pressure. No, it was still there.
Laying back in the dirt, she slide her hand over the smoothness of her belly, fingers strolling down further and only stopping when her slender digits played over wet lips. A finger dipped between the pouting flesh, finding that throbbing nub and rubbing.
Soon she was writhing in the dirt, husky moans lifting to the night air. Screams soon followed as her muscles contracted hard, making her jerk against the earth as she came violently.
Most Agapeans know to avoid the sea beside the outpost because of the serpent who lurks there. Many tales about this serpent have been spread far and wide, with some talk of the creature being a hydra — a water monster with many heads which grows two each time one is cut off.
Yet I think I know the truth of that which swims in the crystal clear waters.
Many times I have used the water to escape from a Hunter, and most of the time — I swim from shore to shore quickly, before the serpent has time to reach me. But one day, I had paused in the water to look back at the shore, wondering if the Hunter had followed me. I can’t describe the terror I felt as I realized a serpentine body was twining around me, the coils drawing tighter and tighter until I was helplessly trapped.
I was dragged down, further and further, until my lungs burned. I felt sure I would die when, suddenly, I could breath once more! The creature had taken me to some cave that, though underwater, was not filled with water. I breathed easily, as though I was back on land. I marveled at this as slimy coils loosened about me, and I stood free.
I looked up at the reptilian face and shrunk back at the sight of needle sharp teeth in a powerful maw. The scales of the beast glittered in the pale light of the cave, and I heard his voice.
“I am the youngessst ssson of Echidna, the Mother of all Monssstersss, and of Heraclesss,” he hissed at me. “I wisssh you to tell my ssstory.” He seemed to smile down at me, though that too was a feared sight as I better saw the multiple rows of teeth, as well as the rotting corpse of a fish who was impaled on one such tooth.
His head lowered until I was staring into yellow-brown eyes, the pupil a mere slit. I stood, memorized by his gaze, as his voice washed over me.
“I wasss onccce the King of SSScythiansss… a nomadic equestrian tribe which wandered from the Carpathian Mountainsss of Europe all the way to Mongolia. I wasss King, and much loved, until my brothersss conssspired againssst me.”
I couldn’t seem to move, or even blink, as the serpent stared at me. I shivered in the chill of the underwater cave, and he continued to hiss his story.
“My brothersss were jealousss of me, and ssso they made a deal with the Graeae, the grey women of witchcraft. I do not know what the witchesss were promisssed, but they turned me into this… horrid beassst that isss ssso feared.”
He went on “At firssst, I dessspaired of thisss watery prissson and tried to kill myssself. Then Possseidon came to me and sssaid he would return me to my human ssself if I ssserved him here for a hundred yearsss. Then, I ssshall wreck my vengeanccce upon my brothersss and the Graeae. Sssspread the word, Agapean Ssscribe. Let them know… I am coming for them!”
The lingering ssss’s rolled over me, and I suddenly sat up in the weeds along the shore. I could clearly recall the feel of slimy coils around me and the dank smell of the cave underwater, but I wondered… was that naught but a dream?
Regardless… I hurried to the King’s Court to sit at my desk and write out the story that had been relayed to me, just in case. Multiple scrolls containing this tale have been entrusted to ships’ captain and sent out into the world. My duty has been done.
He stepped into the doorway of the tavern and stared, slack jawed and awed. The most beautiful women he had ever seen were everywhere — serving drinks, dancing on tables, sitting in laps. Some men were lined up with women in tow, apparently to register them.
A burly blond Hunter hurried into the tavern and rudely bumped against Matari. He turned and sneered. “Watch where you are going!” Even though the other man was the one at fault, it was clear by his balled up fists that he was ready to fight at the slightest reason. Matari stared at him, until the other man visibly blanched and hurried away. If that Hunter had been born with a tail, it would have been tucked between his legs.