The Shepherd Girl (closed)

[drunkenvampress]

It was the year 2010 and in Tibet there was a little village that contained a blacksmith,market and all the other things villages had. Shamera was the daughter of a yak breeder so naturally she was giving the job to look over the heard of yaks as they grazed;giving her the title of shepherd girl.

Nobody called her Shamera they always called her shepherd girl or daughter of Islangor. She did not mind because that meant no guys would hit on her and with her always watching over the yaks she had no time to worry about petty little things like men.

Day was beginning and the sun moving up over the mountains,and with that Shamera got the heard ready and hiked the hour up to the grazing area of the field. Watching all two hundred of the yaks standing with her brown fur leg warmers, hat and coat. So she did not get over heated she wore a black belly shirt. and her pants flared out just an inch past the leg warmers. Her ebony colored hair blew across her face as the wind breezed past. Still the young shepherd girl about twenty felt something watching her. Looking every which way making sure nothing was there but she heard this blood screaming howl as she peered over her shoulders nothing.

Shrugging it off as just her imagination she continued to watch of the yak heard.

[SUPERsmitty]

Running….running…always running, well that’s life in the military run, run and then when you are too tired to run, run some more. Hooah! Oh well Jackson Wylde signed up for this didn’t he? After college he wanted to do something more with his life than pursue the normal rat race nonsense. So he entered Army OCS right as the long awaited Sino-American war finally broke out. It was a different kind of war though, quick, exceptionally violent and dirty. By the time Jackson had made it through his initial training the war was near its midway point. At that time the war was pretty much a stalemate so the Army turned to desperate drastic measures and called for volunteers….

Now two years later he found himself running through mountains outside of Tibet on a cold winter night, he’d just slaughtered a Chinese fireteam and he couldn’t stop, couldn’t control himself. They said there would be side effects and negative aspects to the gifts they gave him…but he never expected this…

He came across a yak, and with a swift and precise movement it was dead, its hot blood staining the pure white snow of the slopes. He kept running. Another yak appeared in front of him and then behind him another yak was dead. Then he saw her, the raven haired angel standing with her back to him admits the pristine pure white snow of the mountains.

Without thinking…he was well beyond thought at this point anyway…only instinct only reaction. He ran and leapt and was gone again leaving only a tattered shirt and some footprints in the snow behind him.

The snow began to fall and the sun set…but in a secluded mountain cave the long night was only just beginning…

[SUPERsmitty]

The air felt cold against the skin stretched tight across his muscles. His body was strange; it didn’t feel like his own. His muscles ached with a sense of coiled power that new and strange, he skins was pale and smooth and taught. He cool white in white eyes looked down upon this young raven haired beauty who sat on the floor of the cave.

The fear that was once in her dark sensuous eyes, was gone now replaced by an intense burning desire. Her tender dark nipples were standing out hard and strained hard against the tattered remains of her shirt. Her smooth dark skins prickled at the cold winter air and the sheer excitement of the night.

In two bold steps he crossed the floor of the cave and grasped what remained of her shirt. In one quick yank it was gone, flung into the shadowy depths of the cave and the night. She gasped, with some fear but with more excitement. She stood then and began to run her hands over his body, as he reached down and tore away what remained of her clothes.

Then he stared into her dark sensuous eyes, and saw that the mind the rational thought behind them had vanished all that filled them was the need, the desire. Slowly he sank into those eyes; slowly he gave himself up to that same need.