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Post by Spirals on Jun 15, 2020 0:17:52 GMT -6
The jungle is a wild place, not suitable for everyone. While some residents were passive and lived peacefully amongst others, some creatures were dangerous and only looked out for themselves. This jungle was the home to not only animals but humans as well. Humans who had rejected society to reside in a more primal habitat. How they arrived to the jungle varied in many different ways. But one thing applied to all who made the jungle their permanent home: only the fit and strong willed could survive.
And on this day, as the sun rose high to signal another beautiful morning in the lush and thick forest, it could be seen that the tide was pulling back. It revealed the warm and wet sandy beach that circled the jungle island, and also, a body. Unmoving and on its stomach, a human had washed up onto the jungle beach shore. Would anyone help? Or even notice?
(LexingtonDeville)
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Jun 15, 2020 5:12:04 GMT -6
As the tide slowly crashed against the shores of the beach, a lone figure walked across the sand. It was Ryan Masterson - local jungle native and former British citizen. He stood at a modest 6’3 - tall and athletic with a lean, lightly built, tanned and toned physique. Sunlight showed off his slight six-pack, wide shoulders, and strong arms and legs. A red loincloth kept his groin sufficiently covered, with his short black hair and icy blue eyes complimented a handsome appearance. A wolf paw paint tattoo on his left shoulder, as well as a hunting knife in a brown holster attached to his left thigh, rounded off his daring look.
”Another warm morning. Better be on my way." He mused, having spent the previous night with a small gathering of aquatic female creatures, including a friendly octopus, two playful dolphin sisters, a sweet natured jellyfish, and a motherly seahorse. A smile crossed his face as he remembered how tentacles and tails wrapped him up for some playful squeezes, but tales of this encounter would be told for another time,
Something caught Ryan’s attention in the distance. Putting his hand across his forehead to shield his eyes, he saw a lifeless body washed up on the shore.
"Looks like I’ll be delayed.” He sighed, breaking out into a brief run, sprinting towards this body.
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Post by Spirals on Jun 15, 2020 8:40:45 GMT -6
The lifeless body belonged to a male human. And lucky for the him, he was found by local jungle man Ryan Masterson, who was know for his helpful nature. The unconscious man was wet, and covered in sand. He had very short brown hair, almost buzzed but not quiet, with the sides of his head having a light fade. The man too had a handsome appearance and a slight sign of facial hair. We’re his eyes open, they would’ve revealed hazel/green irises. He wore tattered clothes that included a ripped shirt and pants, and a missing shoe, but both socks still present. It was clear that the man was strongly built and tall, with visibly strong arms and abs from the rips in his shirt.
The man was turned over onto his back, still unconscious. He could see only the darkness, but felt a calling. A muffled voice? It seemed to lead his mind out of the darkness, and into the light. He stirred. He wanted to respond to that voice. Suddenly, the man open his eyes. No longer unconscious, the man quickly sat up, turned to his side, and began to cough up sea water. After a few seconds, the dazed and groggy man flopped down to lay on his back on the sand, hand on his chest as he regained his breathing. Turning his head, his disoriented and fuzzy vision made out a figure. A man...with black hair...no shirt...tattoo?...looming over him. “Who...who are you” he coughed, grunting in a deep voice. The man was clearly tired, and didn’t have the energy to sit up or think if he was in danger. But something inside him, he wasn’t sure what, told the man that he was in no peril.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Jun 15, 2020 8:58:22 GMT -6
Ryan reached the unconscious man, kneeling down to check on him for any injuries. This precaution extended itself to the various wildlife as well - he couldn’t be too cautious in case a predator was lurking nearby. But with the beach home to animals he knew that frequented the exotic coral reef surrounding the island, he knew there was no danger.
"Lie still. You’re disorientated." Ryan spoke, checking his pulse. A steady heartbeat was heard, as was several deep and laboured breaths. He recognised the uniform - military. Through the ripped clothes, his fingers grazed a soggy leather wallet. Ryan picked it up and opened it.
Chris Harris 28 6’5 Private
"What’s a solider doing out here?" He pondered, eyes scanning the ocean. No boats were in the vicinity.
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Post by Spirals on Jun 15, 2020 9:07:12 GMT -6
“God....my head” the man groaned, trying to get up again only to be gently forced back down by...by who? With his vision more clear and his head not swimming as much, the man could see a face. It belonged to a man, with short black hair, icy blue, eyes, and chiseled features which others might find attractive. He could feel this strange man check his pulse and look over his clothes, which the man began to notice were torn beyond repair...and some kind of uniform? Why didn’t he recognize these clothes? “Who are you?” the man said, finally sitting up and rubbing his eyes. It was sunny and bright. There was nothing but sand and water from all directions, except behind them was a thick forest of trees and foliage. A jungle. “Where am I?” The man asked again, this time a little less confused and a little more demanding. “What ship are you talking about? What are you reading?” he demanded, wanting answers to his questions as the man became more aware of his surroundings. His strength was returning, and the realization that he was stranded on some island was becoming more and more apparent.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Jun 15, 2020 9:23:06 GMT -6
"Easy, big guy. You’re on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. We call it the Island of Eden." Ryan revealed, handing him his soggy brown wallet as he listened to his voice become a little more demanding. "My name’s Ryan Masterson. Don’t worry, I’m not in the mood to fight.”
These words of encouragement seemed to hopefully put this man’s mind at ease.
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Post by Spirals on Jun 15, 2020 9:30:21 GMT -6
“Island of...Eden? I’ve never heard of it” Chris mumbled, staring off to the sea. The man’s voice, who said his name was Ryan, was kind and reassuring, easing the washed up man’s confused mind. Hearing Ryan say he didn’t want to fight made the man happy, because he didn’t like fighting. But he wasn’t sure why this was. Taking back his own wallet, the man opened it, to find a picture of himself, and a few details that seemed foreign to him. “It’s nice to meet you Ryan Masterson. I’m...I’m...I don’t know. Why dont I know my name?” the man said, growing a little panicked. But he remembered Ryan’s voice, and tried to stay calm. “Ok...that’s me right?” He asked Ryan, since he couldn’t see what he looked like. “So then...I’m Chris Harris?” He said slowly, asking the strange man if this was his name.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Jun 15, 2020 9:38:44 GMT -6
"That’s your name. Chris Harris. I think you might have taken a blow to the head." Ryan suggested, snapping his fingers in the hope that Chris would wake up and remember his name and past. "What’s the last thing you do remember?”
Normally, the British jungle lad wasn’t one to play psychologist, but away from his sensual encounters with female snakes, beautiful jungle women, and playful aquatic mammals and fish, he helped out when the need arose. This was a first for him. Like Chris, he was also a victim of being stranded.
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Post by Spirals on Jun 15, 2020 9:47:01 GMT -6
Chris blinked a few times at the snaps Ryan gave in front of his face, not annoyed by them, but found them unhelpful. “Nothing...I don’t remember anything. The last thing I can recall is being sore and waking up on this beach and...seeing you” Chris said, rubbing his head and trying to find a wound. But his entire skull seemed to vibrate at the slightest noise so finding the source of the pain was impossible. “I’m Chris Harris. I’m Chris Harris. I’m Chris?” the man asked Ryan, still confused. It didn’t sound familiar, but it was his name according to his ID so it must be true. “Ok so I’m 28, 6’5, and...what’s this mean? The military?” Chris sounded surprised but then happy. “Wait yea that’s right! I was in the army...I don’t remember anything else, but I know I was in the U.S. army. That explains my uniform I guess. But damn it’s all messed up” Chris mumbled in a deep voice, as he examined his clothes.
Chris decided to rise to his feet, the squishing sound of his feet sinking into the sand filling the salty air. “Do you have any extra- wait...what are you wearing?” Chris asked, as he looked down at Ryan, and seeing he was naked except for a red loincloth.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Jun 15, 2020 9:53:21 GMT -6
Ryan smiled, knowing that Chris was slowly regaining his memories. After examining his torn clothes, he rose to his feet. At 6’5, he dwarfed Ryan, which surprised the British denizen. "Oh, you mean this?" He asked, referring to his red loincloth. "Common dress code out here, Chris. Wearing clothes usually means you can either sweat in the heat, or take them off and have the mosquitoes go to town."
The mere mention of mosquitoes scared Chris, but Ryan reached into his leather holster attached to his thigh. His hands carressed a brown loincloth as he pulled it out. "Here, you can wear this. I had this worn for a few days before I settled for red."
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Post by Spirals on Jun 15, 2020 10:10:43 GMT -6
Chris heard Ryan’s explanation and it made sense. To live in the jungle environment, meant to adapt and learn to survive the best possible way. “Wait you live here? So there’s no way back to...to...well, I guess I don’t have a home if I don’t remember it” the man sighed, little sadly. Being 6’5 he was taller than Ryan, who was 6’3 in height. This also surprised Chris who felt large having to look down slightly to speak to Ryan.
“Oh, i don’t know” Chris said as he saw Ryan had him a brown cloth. While he was appreciative of Ryan’s kindness, the stranded man wasn’t sure he wanted to be parading around in such skimpy attire. But his cloths were ripped, and Ryan was right the jungle heat was almost unbearable. Despite being wet a few moments ago and wearing ripped clothes, the man was already dry and sweating a storm. “Ok fine. Thank you. Maybe it won’t be so bad” he said, adding that last part under his breathe. But Chris celebrated too soon, as he should’ve realized the cloth was meant to fit Ryan, who’s body while it was clearly muscular, wasn’t beefy like the military man’s. “You can turn around now” Chris told Ryan, who had turned around so Chris could change. “Are you sure this is what’s worn around here? Seems kinda...airy.” Chris had removed his tattered uniform and changed to the brown leather loincloth. His chest was now visible, showing off his defined pecs, broad shoulders, strong arms and hands as well as a sea of abs and v shape muscle. His toned buttocks was also slightly visible, as the cloth was just a little small, giving off a bulge in the front of a bit of Chris’s waist spilling over the sides of the cloth. The man had strong legs, with thick thighs, defined calves, and was now bare foot, his big toes sinking into the wet sand. “I don’t know I just feel kinda, exposed. Don’t you?” Chris asked. In his former life Chris was very modest and did not have a flashy personality. And despite having a perfect body and amnesia, this shame and ideal of being clothed was reflecting now in the jungle island he was stranded on. But Chris would have to make due, as he was already sweating from the intense heat of the sun.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Jun 15, 2020 10:15:35 GMT -6
"Don’t let it get to you too much, Chris. Out here, the heat will make your clothes stick to you." Ryan revealed, slightly intimidated by Chris’s physique and height. He could snap a man’s neck with his arms, let alone his legs. But the 6’3 modest Brit wasn’t worried about that. Right now, he had to keep Chris safe from any trouble.
"Do I live here? It’s a long story. I’ll tell you about it on the way. Come on." Ryan gestured, beginning to trudge over too a trail that snaked through the jungle.
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Post by Spirals on Jun 15, 2020 10:32:11 GMT -6
While Chris was talking, he could see Ryan sizing him and his muscles up. If Ryan was toned, Chris was beefy with thick biceps, fat thighs, and bulging pecs. And add that he was taller, Chris did seem a little intimidating. But Chris didn’t want to scare the guy who was helping him. “I’m not looking to fight either” Chris said to reassure Ryan. “I...don’t like fighting. I know that for sure. I guess I’m just built like this cause of military training” the man guessed looking over his impressive physique, but still feeling out of place in his new loincloth attire. Chris took Ryan’s advice, and tried not to think about how exposed he was, and focused on the positive. That it was much cooler without his previous clothes.
“Along they way? Wait should I leave my clothes...uh ok coming” Chris called, as he ran after Ryan. He wasn’t sure whether to take or leave his torn uniform, but left it as he watched it get sucked up by the ocean and then to sea. This marked the beginning of his new life in the jungle and his first step in transforming to a jungle man. Chris caught you to Ryan and followed him deep into the jungle. It was easy to run in his new cloth, and Chris realized he was quiet fast. Soon the salty air was replaced with a thick humid cloud of heat and jungle sounds. Birds to his left, monkeys to his right. It was all so new to Chris. Plus the feeling of the wind across his bare skin felt kind of nice, but the man still cross hissed arms, trying to cover his bare chest. Neither man said anything for a while. Chris was a man of few words he was realizing, and enjoyed the silence. It was momentarily broken when he cursed after stepping on a branch with his now bare foot. The trek was easy for Chris and he didn’t feel tired. Clearly he was used to heavy exercise. But not walking bare foot. “How do you walk like this?” Chris asked, wincing as he stepped on another rock, as he avoided some branches. The ground beneath his feet had changed from sand to rocky soil, and Chris missed the warm and wet sand between his toes. Being taller than Ryan meant ducking under overhead leaves. But while Chris was struggling on the ground, he was surprising himself but being able to study his surroundings and gather information from every little thing he saw. Ryan would also notice how observant Chris was.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Jun 15, 2020 10:37:27 GMT -6
Ryan looked over and saw that Chris was struggling to adjust to walking through the jungle without stepping on a rock or fallen tree branch, visibly wincing at the constant barrage of objects in his path. Amidst the tropical birds, monkeys, deer and lush scenery, it was easy to get lost. Luckily, Ryan knew the paths like the back of his hands, having memorised them via some clandestine meetings with a few female snakes that harboured intense attractions to him.
"You get used to it eventually, Chris. Just be careful where you step and what you push out of the way." The British man-cub warned.
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Post by Spirals on Jun 15, 2020 10:43:50 GMT -6
“Noted” Chris said, as he took Ryan’s advice to heart. Soon, it became easy for Chris to manage where he stepped, and the pain began to fade his his wide, bare soles picked up some dirt that protected him from the rough debrief in his path. Chris also began to study the pat they were taking, and made mental notes that this lead to the beach. “How am I remembering all his?” Chris wondered to himself, surprised that he was able to remembered the direction of the path and not who he was. But Chris was happy with having Ryan to guide him. The man, for some reason, responded well to an authoritative figure, who was there to help him adjust to his new surroundings. Being in the military helped Chris gain a mindset to follow the orders of those who knew better.
Chris even got more comfortable in his own skin and loincloth, and lowered his arms to reveal his muscular chest to the jungle. Using his strong arms and hands, he pushed away branches and leaves making it easier for him to follow Ryan deeper into the jungle. “So...your accent. It’s different than mine. You’re British? Is that your home?” Chris asked, breaking he silence again. He was curious and wanted to know more about the man who had helped him.
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