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Favourite genre of music: Classical
The screams filled the jungle as the beautiful blonde ran at full speed. She paid little attention to where she ran other than away from her pursuers.
“Why didn’t I listen and stay in camp?” She thought as she charged heedlessly on.
The branches of the trees slapped into her as she plowed on. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see dark shadowy figures matching her and then starting to pull ahead. She struggled to gain speed but is was hopeless.
“Now I know how the fox feels in the hunt.”
She was at her limit and was beginning to wonder how she was escape when she hit the tree trunk and fell on the ground. She shook her head and looked up at the tree, but it was not a tree.
“Who…? Who are you?”
The woman was a giant with flame red head and freckles, and she was barely wearing anything! Grim faced the woman looked down at her wit violet eyes that seemed to pierce the very soul. The eyes looked back up and the woman held up her hand as she drew a knife. She spoke in the native tongue to the largest of the surrounding dark skin warrior women. The back and for seemed tense even though there were no raised voice. The dark warriors pointed and nodded before leaving.
“You can get up now.” The red head said, her voice was strong and firm but had a musical feel to it.
The blonde scrambled to her feet and looked away from the hard muscled body of the red head. She blushed as she felt the urge to look back and admire it.
“Are you hurt?” The red head asked.
She had to look, even if it was not proper to admire a half naked woman. She was like a vision from a adventure story, wild and fierce but so stunningly beautiful in her power.
“Who are you?” The blonde managed to stammer.
“I think that is my question. Who are you and why are you running around my jungle?”
A flash of defiance bloomed in the blonde, she stuck out her lower lip and stood her ground. The red head laughed.
“Alright. I am called Red. I am protector of the jungle.” Red said bowing.
“I am Lady Christina Fletcher.” The lovely blonde said modestly.
“Lady?” Red raised an eyebrow.
“Call me Tina. And thank you. I owe you.”
More than you think. I promised them my life for your good behavior. So no more going on sacred lands.”
“You did What?! But I did not go on any sacred land! Did I?” Tina asked.
She could not take her eyes off this magnificent hero, she was so tall, so muscled, so sexy. She wanted to touch her but blushed to think about being so bold.
“You had better come with me, Tina.” Red scooped her up in one arm and grabbed a vine.
Tina was so shocked she did not resist but instead laid her head on the powerful freckled chest and enjoyed the ride. Maybe things were going to be alright after all.
Red and Tina are my characters and creations, the art is by the Legendary Rich Larson