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Post by TheJungleOne on Mar 20, 2021 14:24:18 GMT -6
The fight was over, but slipping into the cool water to wash off the sweat wasn't enough. Emi was still tired.
Emerging from the pool's water, the jungle girl gasped for air like she hadn't breathed in years. She'd actually been underwater, holding her breath for 30 seconds. Normally, she could hold her breath underwater for much longer (one time, she timed it for two minutes), but not today. Some Russian mafia goons were in the process of trafficking rare and endangered animals off the island. Emphasis on were. She "took care" of them easily. Nearby, the remains of a kennel carrier sat next to a disassembled shotgun. She was too quick for them.
But they were big and ruthless. She punched hard, but they were hard to take down until she started fighting dirty, drawing her knife and slashing their leader's calves. Using a bit of toxin from a local animal, she paralyzed another one--he wasn't here, being dragged off by predators--and broke the third and final one's thigh. All three of them suffered the same fate. She didn't let it get to her, that was life on Pomaika'i, and as daughter of the famous Hulie and Kainak, the 19-year-old knew that life in the wild was rough.
She stepped out of the pool, toned body glistening with water until she started drying off her slightly-tanned skin. Brown hair reaching down to her shoulder dripped until it too was dried off, framing a round, slender and very pretty face. Brown eyes looked up at the sky and she sighed. Then, she donned her brown-colored animal-skin "standard-issue" jungle girl outfit bikini top and loincloth and sat down at the foot of a tree. Her chest heaved up and down. Her muscles felt like they were on fire. And yet, she couldn't relax, for the adrenaline was still coursing through her blood vessels.
"Luckily", if you want to put it that way, she wasn't alone. Someone was nearby.
(LexingtonDeville)
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Post by LexingtonDeville on May 23, 2021 0:09:37 GMT -6
The islands of Pomaika’i.were filled with dangers and wonders that were unseen by outsider eyes. Recently, a spate of poacher sightings on the island had raised concern amongst the island’s human population, with rare and endangered animals being their sole target. Most were scared from the island never to return, but this trio were torn apart by Emi. As she flopped herself under a tree, she was unaware of a friend nearby. And one who loved her presence whenever he was in need of some excitement.
Dante. A large reticulated python of immense size. Famed for his need to indulge himself in bouts of solitude, he occasionally enjoyed encountering various females who dared to stray too far into his territory. Though he never allowed his predatory instincts to override his charming persona, he always let his subjects go and never hurt them.
With a slick smile and twinkle in his amber eyes, Dante stealthily lowered his tail down from the canopy. It snaked under Emi’s backside and over the very top of her thighs, tucking back on itself across her lap. A playful squeeze followed as he began to lift the jungle girl into the trees.
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Post by TheJungleOne on May 23, 2021 0:20:08 GMT -6
Emi had just sat down when she heard a sinuous flute playing felt something sliding along her skin. At first she vaulted forward, about to get up, but she couldn't get up. Then she looked down, saw a snake's tail curling around her waist and legs. Pomaika'i had a plethora of snakes, surprising for an island. But hey, this is a fantasy island. Some of them had interesting abilities. However, that didn't come to mind right now. She was confused, wondering what was going on, whipping her head from side to side, tightly holding onto the tail, chest pounding.
The snake's tail curled around her waist and legs, lifting her up. Her chest clenched, nervous. Which snake was lifting her up? While the snakes couldn't eat humans, that didn't mean some individual were nice. The tail lifted her higher and higher above the ground and into the trees. Her questions about who was doing this were answered upon the sight of a very familiar snake. “Dante! It’s you!” she said, surprised and relieved at the same time.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Jan 16, 2022 13:42:03 GMT -6
"Yesssss, Emi. Ssssssso nice to sssssssee you again.” Dante chuckled, his coils rippling all around Emi’s waist in the seat of scales in which she was seated. He was internally pleased to see, at least, a friendly face who frequented the island. He had heard the commotion from earlier, wondering what all the loud noises and scattering birds were about.
"What in the name of the godssssss wasssss all that racket about?" He enquired, drawing his head closer to the immobilised jungle girl.
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Post by TheJungleOne on Jan 16, 2022 14:26:09 GMT -6
"Oh, that?" she asked. "That was a fight. I stopped these Russian guys from stealing some native fauna... animals. And I beat them up!" She mimicked punching and kicking an enemy. "Yeah, Nami, Makoa and Keanu will definitely be impressed!" Being the youngest sibling in a family of jungle heroes was rough, especially when her older siblings had already become famous before her.
In the immediate present, she wondered how Dante would hypnotize her this time. Would he wait until she'd let her guard down? Would he sweet-talk her? Would he trick her into looking into is hypnotic eyes? Or would he just do it. Currently, it looked like he was biding his time.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Jan 16, 2022 14:49:43 GMT -6
Dante observed Emi’s movements, seeing her mimic a punch and a kick. "That explainsssss thossssse lifelessss carcassesssss and the bloodsssstains on the jungle floor. Very well played, Emi. Another dead poacher isssss today’ssssss carrion." Dante hissed in contempt, squeezing Emi again, albeit gently and reassuringly, proud of her defending the island’s natural ecosystem.
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Post by TheJungleOne on Jan 16, 2022 15:00:52 GMT -6
"Thanks!" she said, genuinely happy. After the squeeze, she unwrapped his tail from around her midsection (even though it felt really good) and stepped on the branch.
"So what have you been up to?" she asked.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Feb 4, 2022 10:54:35 GMT -6
"Keeping my own counssssel, of coursssse, Emi. Mosssst dayssss on thisssss island can be sssssso tediousssss, ssssso I sssssspend thossssse day’ssss controlling the monkey population." Dante exclaimed, his stomach grumbling. He had recently feasted on a stray primate that had foolishly disturbed his slumber, which satiated his hunger pangs. Emi needn’t have worried - for Dante was not the type to consume humans.
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Post by TheJungleOne on Feb 4, 2022 10:58:17 GMT -6
Emi rolled her eyes at Dante’s rather dark, but still humorous joke.
“Yeah, that must be hard,” she said.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Feb 5, 2022 10:12:49 GMT -6
"I sssssee you have not lossssst your talent for ssssssarcassssm, I ssssee." Dante chuckled, knowing that Emi was just messing around with him. "But, a little pesssst control wouldn’t help."
His tail tip briefly wound around her wrist, giving her a light squeeze. "And how hassss the jungle been treating you?" He asked.
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Post by TheJungleOne on Feb 5, 2022 11:32:08 GMT -6
"Been treating me well," she said, about to say good, but remembering that her mother was alright with her getting dirty, but always corrected her grammar. "I mean, you saw... or heard... what I just did, right?"
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Mar 18, 2022 11:01:49 GMT -6
"It wasssss a very brutal cacophony of ssssavagery, wassss it not?" Dante hissed, his voice long and drawn out in a deep baritone style of voice as he addressed Emi. "I have sssssseen and heard many actsssss of vicioussssnessss acrosssss the island, but not ssssso barbaric as how you disssspatched of thossssse human invadersssss."
Dante’s tail travelled up Emi’s wrist, around her arm for a soft squeeze, gently beginning the wearing down process as he circled her,.
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Post by TheJungleOne on Mar 18, 2022 11:06:32 GMT -6
“Aw, thank you!” she said, blushing. Being a jungle girl, she loved because being called “savage”, if only because it went against so-called “modern”, “civilized” society. If doing what they did was “civilized”, then call her a “savage”.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Mar 24, 2022 9:49:01 GMT -6
"You’re very welcome, Emi. Jusssssst asssss you are welcome in my company. My company and my coilssssssss, if you may." Dante hissed, his baritone style of voice travelling on a slight breeze. His tail continued squeezing her leftover arm as another portion of his sinuous body, also below his tail, looped itself around her left thigh and began a slow and intense massage.
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Post by TheJungleOne on Mar 24, 2022 9:57:58 GMT -6
Emi relaxed in Dante's grip, closing her eyes with a grin before removing part of his tail from her arm. However, she left the part of his tail curling around her thigh alone for the time being. Her legs were hurting a lot more than the rest of her, and this was a nice relief.
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