The Cursed Night
Anyone would think that it is easier attacking like a beast with superhuman speed, than like a half-naked girl without a weapon. But you, like every human being, have two advantages: intelligence and the skilful use of tools.
You go out for a moment, holding the fur as best you can, while you feel as if the cold were needles that stick in all your skin turning into you almost blue. All this work is just for collecting branches and sticks, making a small firepit at the cave entrance.
Snakes hate fire and smoke take a few moments to light the fire using the rope bow method and two sticks but you are lucky that pine resin
and shrubs near the river are easy to set fire.
As soon as the fire is set you start to jump and warm-up watching as the colour returns to your body you take off your skins and shake them live again and again as if you were making signs of fire
With a grimace of disgust, you can't help shouting: "Shit! This smells like shit Vodka vomit on fire."
Murray replies in a condescending, almost insulting tone: "You are a woman, you should be used to the smell of rotting and stinking blood."
You continue to shake the skin feeling like the pungent smell and the smoke scares not only the snake a legion of poisonous vermin cracking away from the smoke and fire.
You shake your hands nervously and enraged, feeling the disdain and disrespect of Murray. His hatred of women is hot, you break a branch with your hands, knowing that for now, it is your only option.
What is that? I think I hear hushed steps.
You trying to focus your perception to find the origin of the noise. Thanks to your superhuman senses
You sniff the air and even with the stinky smell of skin and smoke around the cave, you can feel the distant hormones' efflux coming from a clearly intoxicated and somewhat bizarre human male; although you can't point out exactly what makes him so strange.
The young man ... has something definitely strange, elusive when moving but at the same time something familiar. you sigh, your beating heart tells you you've seen it before, somewhere far away. Maybe Boston?
You can't think clearly, the more you look at him, the dizzier and dizzier you are. As if something attracted you to the point of driving you crazy.
Murray feels worried in your head: "Listen to me, whoever I am is somebody dangerous and powerful enough to overcome my defences. Let's get out of here with the tail between our legs."
You go out for a moment, holding the fur as best you can, while you feel as if the cold were needles that stick in all your skin turning into you almost blue. All this work is just for collecting branches and sticks, making a small firepit at the cave entrance.
Snakes hate fire and smoke take a few moments to light the fire using the rope bow method and two sticks but you are lucky that pine resin
and shrubs near the river are easy to set fire.
As soon as the fire is set you start to jump and warm-up watching as the colour returns to your body you take off your skins and shake them live again and again as if you were making signs of fire
With a grimace of disgust, you can't help shouting: "Shit! This smells like shit Vodka vomit on fire."
Murray replies in a condescending, almost insulting tone: "You are a woman, you should be used to the smell of rotting and stinking blood."
You continue to shake the skin feeling like the pungent smell and the smoke scares not only the snake a legion of poisonous vermin cracking away from the smoke and fire.
You shake your hands nervously and enraged, feeling the disdain and disrespect of Murray. His hatred of women is hot, you break a branch with your hands, knowing that for now, it is your only option.
What is that? I think I hear hushed steps.
You trying to focus your perception to find the origin of the noise. Thanks to your superhuman senses
You sniff the air and even with the stinky smell of skin and smoke around the cave, you can feel the distant hormones' efflux coming from a clearly intoxicated and somewhat bizarre human male; although you can't point out exactly what makes him so strange.
The young man ... has something definitely strange, elusive when moving but at the same time something familiar. you sigh, your beating heart tells you you've seen it before, somewhere far away. Maybe Boston?
You can't think clearly, the more you look at him, the dizzier and dizzier you are. As if something attracted you to the point of driving you crazy.
Murray feels worried in your head: "Listen to me, whoever I am is somebody dangerous and powerful enough to overcome my defences. Let's get out of here with the tail between our legs."