Lost in the Jungle

[Joy_B]

He'd been in the woods since... well before he could remember. Occasional flashes of memory would hit, people, dancing... but he couldn't really get a hold of them.

He is whoever you want him to be... not really Tarzan, but that kind of a thing. *He* has lived in the jungle most of his life, after a terrible plain crash... raised by wolves... monkeys.. squirrels, I don't really care... the point is he's very strong, and very animalistic.

Well he's never seen a woman, so my little lady is the first, lucky me !

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A clumsy, pretty, shy, bitter redhead.

She has shoulder length red hair, paler skin, and freckles! Green eyes and a small shape. She's about 5'3" so a very small frame.


She meets our mystery man, on a tour she's on. This tour is part of some summer program, to save the rainforest or something... didn't matter, it was another place her parents had seen fit to dump her and she couldn't care less what it was for. Not that she's against helping the rainforest, but it'd be better if she were alone, not touring it with some little group of preps and nature freaks. Well she would have rather explored it alone, that is until she ended up doing just that.

Advice to everyone, don't take a book on a hike... you're likely to get left behind...

So now little Willow is wandering here there and everywhere looking for the group. So much for the Scarlet Pimpernel (The book)... damn.

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Well the idea is Willow comes up on your wild man. He's never seen a woman, hesitant at first.. who knows I could be dangerous, not likely but ya never know , then he realizes she's his species and decides he wants to keep her, she doesn't exactly go along with this well, but what choice does one have. Anyways, he keeps her and of course it goes to sex, hey never is a long time to go without! BTW She's not a virgin. She's had sex with one man, who was a love 'em leave 'em type. So guys aren't exactly her thing... who knows, maybe later woman can come in... but not for now.

I'm longwinded, *rolls eyes and apologizes*

Anyone interested in *he*

Feel free to name and describe.

 

[The Preacher]

Name : Olambe
Race : Black
Height : 6"4
Weight : 212lbs
Build : Extremely muscular, both upper and lower body
Personality : Olambe doesn't speak English, he was abandoned in the forest on the day he was born, and only cries out to get echos and place himself in the forest. He's aggressive, and likely to fight and snarl before welcoming new things. He's incredibly intelligent, but obviously not with people. He can deduce things, create things. He's unclothed, sleeps in a small tent built with leaves and what not, and in a lions skin.

Is this appropriate?

 

[Joy_B]

Olambe is perfect!! I can't wait to get started!

IC:

The tour guide droned on about some species of flower that was sometimes found here but deforestation threatened it... he'd been talking about it for a while she supposed cuz now even the environmentalists were looking bored... her eyes shifted back to her book.

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Percival's sword swept past Chauvelin's face, filled with suprise and anger.

"It can't be! You... you were the Pimpernal all along?"

His thick french accent rang in suprise and contempt, how had he not seen it... but who could have.

Percival held close to Marguerite his one true love as Chauveliin drew his sword.

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Willows breath cought in her throat as she read the passages with increasing suspence, first Percival was winning then Chauvelin.. now percival. She didn't look look up until the Percival had one, and Chauvelin was being led to the Guillitine in the place of the great Pimpernal.

She looked up a relieved smile on her face, though it was sad that Chauvelin had to die... god he was so sexy.... then again she always loved the villians...

Wait. Where is everyone?

She shifted her eyes cautiously around...

"Hello?"

She bit her lip she couldn't even hear that horrible guide rambling on... She stepped forward, but wasn't sure if it was forward, maybe they'd been going the otherway. She spun around looking everywhere, it all looked the same. She started heading the direction she'd thought they were going as fast as she could, her heart beating faster, her breath quickening as she called out....


"Hey! Hello? Wait up...!"



She's wearing a little white tank top, pretty tight fitting, and a pair of kakhi shorts with running shoes.

Underneat, pink panties, and a white little lacy bra.

 

[The Preacher]

Since he was left in the rainforests of Zaire when he was three years old, he'd struggled. He learnt to climb trees when he was four, kill small animals when he was seven and could run the equivalent of a thirteen second hundred metres when he was 16. He'd become and expert at tracking, following, hunting.

Just lately he'd moved camp. A woodchipping company had started to move in from the south, so he'd moved north west, scared by the mechanical monsters. He'd just finished reassembling his camp, and decided to go hunting for some food, he hadn't eaten for three days. Suddenly, he noticed a group of people, white people, approaching him. He gathered himself, crouched down, and held his spear tightly, his bright, white eyes, flickering back and forth.

 

[Joy_B]

She knew she had to be close, there were broken brush, but then... what if it was some wild animal.. like a tiger! Her eyes darted back and forth as she listened for anything... she swallowed hard as a new fear set on her. What if she was never found? Her heart practically beat out of her chest. She was never the athletic type, in shape but never athletic. So she had a pretty difficult time trying to climb this huge tree, but maybe she could get a better look... see the group. And escape any tigers she knew had to be on her trail...

"You've read too many books Joy... there's no tigers... he wouldn't have brought us out here if there were... "

She tried to reassure herself, it was practically useless as her entire body shook like a leaf. Not too mention the hot sun was starting to take his toll, at least there was a lot of shade, she wouldn't burn to badly. But as pale as her skin was, it would be enough.

 

[The Preacher]

He watched intently, his eyes focused and hard. He saw one of the whites looking into something, away from the others. He turned his head, curious, and his grip loosened on the spear. He noticed the rest of the whites leaving, and she was alone. Suddenly she looked up, realised she was alone, and became nervous.

He looked over her figure, not in lust or desire, but in apprehension, and, as he saw her small frame, in confidence. He broke a twig to see her reaction, still convinced he was well out of sight.

 

[Joy_B]

She clung to the tree tighter gripping her book defensively as she looked around...

"Hey guys? Is that you...?"

She bit her lip and looked down,

"Hey!!!"

 

[The Preacher]

She began to scream out something he did not understand, so he jumped out and tackled her to the ground. Immediately she fell unconscious from the blow. He picked her up and dragged her back to the camp. This wasn't an ordinary animal, he'd noticed that immediately, it had a different approach to hunting and living in the forest. It was very easy to catch, it hadn't expected him, a normal animal in the forest would have been able to leave the moment he broke the twig. It was clothed too, something which he found impossible to understand.

He'd taken what she was looking into as well. Though he couldn't understand what the black marks meant. He sifted through the pages, trying to decypher it.

He looked back at the animal, unsure of what to do, but something in his mind, perhaps his insticts, told him not to kill or eat it. He kept her by the fire as night fell, his stomach still churning, but he was unwilling to leave her.

He watched her intently.

 

[Joy_B]

She was looking down towards the ground for anything, and certainly hadn't expected anything to swing from the trees. She looked up in time to see a big figure in front of her, she screamed but it was futile as she hit the ground hard. She faded into black... had that been a mans face she'd seen. Maybe she was rescued... but all thought was lost as she drifted into unconciousness.

Warm.... fire? Her eyes cracked open only slightly and she saw the flames. She started, a forest fire... but the fire was contained, more like a camp. She remembered the face, she'd been rescued. She turned to thank her savior when she saw the back of a nude man.

The moment she'd moved though he spun around, a very strong... very naked man. She put her hand to her mouth and scooched back almost into the fire. She bit her lip looking around nervously. She snatched her book... open to a beautiful scene, a picture of Percy and Marguerite in a passionate embrace...


She snatched it up and held it before her threatentingly...

"Who are you!? "

 

[The Preacher]

"Who are you?" She exclaimed.

I turned around and looked at her. She was holding the thing up at me. I turned my head, I was not so much confused, but interested. She had green eyes, and very pale skin, she looked almost sickly, why wasn't she dark? I was fascinated with her face. I wasn't quite sure what she was saying, but thought the core of my identity would be a good thing to say, maybe make a connection.

"O-lam-be" I said slowly, making sure she'd understand.

 

[Joy_B]

She looked at him strange as he spoke so slowly... but lowered her book glad to know he spoke english.

"Allright Olambe... where am I... and how did I get here."

She still looked at him threatentingly, hoping to get the point across she didn't like to be abducted, and maybe fend off any ideas he might have gotten in his head... besides, he was NAKED! Not a good thing... well.... She smiled slighlty, no... not a good thing.

Her eyes lingered downward towards his huge cock.. Well he definately had Rusty beat... but probobally everyone had Rusty beat, she really had nothing to compare him with. The asshole.... She gritted her teeth a bit...

"Well Olambe?!"

 

[The Preacher]

She kept yelling, and I became frustrated with her. She looked as though she was trying to threaten me. I glared at her, flexed my arm muscles, and yelled back at her. Then, I snatched the book away and began to sift through the pages quickly. I found a picture of a man, another white man, swinging down towards the ground.

I turned the book towards her, my eyes still glaring at her meek form, I pointed to it, then began to shout at her, pointing and gesturing towards the place I took her from.

"Tereigana, aloui me, odum."

I tried to tell her that she was to die out there if I left her. I studied her face aggressively...

 

[Joy_B]

I jumped when he took the book suddenly and cowered back a little now losing my only protection. He fliped through it... he couldn't read? He waved it in front of my face saying something... didn't sound Arabic... or Swahili..

I stayed back and shook my head, wrapping my arms around my legs as he began to yell more fiercly.

"I... I don't understand... just... "

Her voice grew lower as she grew more afraid,

"just.. leave me alone... you hear me!... leave me alone... " She looked towards the opening in the tent contemplating how far she could get before he nabbed her again...

Now she wished she were back with that dull tour group, listening to the obnoxious tour guide drone on and on...

 

[The Preacher]

Trying to reason with her was futile. I sat down in a hump, disenchanted with the situation. I placed my large hands in front of her, palms facing the ground. I gestured down, trying to calm her. I sat facing her, crossed my legs and closed my eyes, trying to regain myself.

She sat, stunned by my behaviour, for what seemed an eternity. Slowly, I opened my eyes, looked square at her, trying to calm us both. I looked more exasperated now than angry, softly looked at her and placed my hand on her shoulder and made eye contact.

"Bi-run-di." I said slowly, telling her "Peace".

 

[Joy_B]

As he sat down he didn't seem quite as frightening. He didn't look at her, as a matter of fact he didn't even move. Joy had no idea what to make of it and so she watched eying her book a bit she snatched it while his eyes were closed. He'd probobally heard it but he hadn't stopped her so she held it close to her, clinging on to civilization.

His eyes opened slowly and she drew back a bit, but not as frightened as before.

His large hand covered her shoulder but the motion was slow, and the touch surprisingly gentle. He spoke slowly and she gazed into his eyes. They seemed calm, tired and friendly. She took a breath having time to relax. She had to deal with this situation... she can't just push it away or call daddy so she made a move.

Biting her lip she nodded slowly,

"Bi... run...di..."

 

[The Preacher]

As she repeated what I said, I felt envigorated, she had caught on, in some, basic way. I laughed, smiled broadly and nodded my head frantically. Overjoyed with the situation, I jumped up and yelled at the sky. I felt I had a companion, I gestured towards her.

"Kang, kang" I blurted out, the words coming fast and less comprehensable than before. Trying to get her to come with me, I had decided to get us both some food.

 

[Joy_B]

I jumped a little when he screamed at the sky but coulnd't help but laugh a little as he looked so excited.

He reached out his hand toward me speaking rapidly and excitedly, I wasn't sure what I'd said but obviously it was a good thing.

I took his hand and let him pull me, stumbling a bit as we left his shelter.

"Woh!... Hey where are we going?!?"

 

[The Preacher]

I took her with me, soon letting go of her hand as I rushed off. Soon, I heard a voice, her voice, and I turned back and saw her trailing far behind. I waited, standing, hands on hips, calling out to her in the night, as I gathered she could not see me. As she walked up, I saw a relatively small, young, tiger coming through the forest. It was not too dark, and it may have been looking for one last meal. She stumbled along, and I saw the tiger approaching her.

Quickly, I threw the spear, expertly harpooning it through the abdomen, less than 20 feet from where she stood. It fell to the ground with a loud growl as I looked back at her.

I walked up to her, and said quietly, and in an almost parent like disciplinarian voice.

"Sofuso, inar gui tommarsan"

She was lucky to escape, and she had better take more care here. I smiled at her though, letting her know I understood her innocence, and I would look after her.

 

[Joy_B]

He was firm in persuit of something.... I looked around and my stomach started to growl. I only looked away for a moment and he was gone?

I had begun to feel safe around him, his strength and confidence a protection. He acted as if he were king of the jungle. and he probobally was. Now he's gone... I went to call out to him... but I didn't know his name. I stepped in the driection we'd been going, quickening my pace. No sign of them man, well there were... broken twigs, crushed leaves. But a city girl like me didn't notice a thing, and they were few and far between given his skill.

I tripped over a large vine sprawled acrossed the grown and gave a sudden yelp. Picking myself up I grew more and more tense my eyes darting over the area.

"Hello! Hey come back! Please!"

My voice grew softer as I looked around swallowing hard,

"Please...."

My voice now a whisper as I stumbled forward through this dense terrain. I heard his voice distantly and looked about a relieved smile spreading across my features. He was out there, he would protect me.

The thought didn't last long as I heard a whizzing through the air followed by a fierce growl and thud. I spun to see a tiger, it was small but it looked enormous to me.

I screamed once before I realized it was dead.

I felt his hand on my elbow and turned to see him standing tall over me, his face full of... concern?

'Sofuso, inar gui tommarsan'

When he smiled, I couldn't help but smile back nodding meekly. I could understand he was worried... I licked my lips gently then leaned up and kissed his cheek once, speaking in a soft voice.

"Thank you."

 

[The Preacher]

OOC : I really am enjoying this thread, very creative

IC : She brought her lips to my cheek and lightly kissed me. For the first time in my life, I felt strange, I felt proud, but also cowardly, like I was ashamed of what I had done. With a little chuckle I turned around and looked at the impaled tiger.

"Gorum, ti wernawi, colla bunin"

I pointed back to my camp, telling her to stay there and wait for me, I would bring back the tiger for us to eat. I wanted to make sure she didn't see me carve the tiger up, thought it might be too graphic for her at this stage. She obviously had no idea about this way of living, and I didn't want to upset her.

When I had finished, I took some small cuts of lion away and buried the rest in the ground to eat later. I took my spear and went back to the camp, where I found her reading her book. Without disturbing her, I began to hold the cuts over the fire and cook enough for us both.

Slowly, I thought over what I had red and heard. I tried to speak her language.

"Come." I nodded to her, gesturing to the food.

 

[Joy_B]

OOC : Definately me too! You're an amazing rper, I'm glad you took on the role!

I blushed a little after words and nodded when he pointed to the camp. Turning I headed back, this time more cautiously and alert, and stepped inside waiting for him. I wondered what he was doing, but upon finding my book I picked it up.

I had left in the most romantic part, Percy and Marguerite were to be wed! I scanned through the words at a rapid pace, almost smelling the soft flowers as they graced the ballroom, and feel the fabric of the extravagant wedding gown, and Percy so handsome. Somehow now I my picture of Percy had changed, he looked a little darker complected, more muscular, but I was too involved to notice.

Olambe's voice cut through the words and I almost jumped from my skin.

"Oh... Olambe."

'Come.'

He spoke in perfect english, he was mimicking me but at first I hadn't realized this. Almost about to come unglued at him for pretending not to speak. But I saw the pride in his eyes and the smile, genuine and sincere, unlike any man I knew. I took his hand and stepped towards the fire.

It dawned on me then that I had not told him my name. I smiled gently and put my hand to his chest, one too many Tarzan movies.

"Olambe..."

Drawing my hand back repeating the gesture to myself,

"Will-ow"

 

[The Preacher]

I paused for a moment.

"Oka late simbinya cemo, Willow"

I said, with that same smile still slapped across my face. Trying to make her feel welcome here, and that she may stay as long as she wanted. I repeated the word I had learned, as I began eating the food.

"Come, come, come." I said, handing her a cut of lion, my mouth full of food. I chomped away, lacking any self consciousness at all, before looking at her, not disgusted, but shocked nevertheless. I paused for a moment, before chewing more slowly with my mouth closed.

She giggled slightly and began to eat herself, in much smaller bites.

 

[Joy_B]

She took the food laughing at his excitement as he pushed it towards her

I looked at the huge leg of... oh god, was this that Tiger? I smiled a bit, well I did love exotic food. I went to take a bite and looked up to catch Olambe shoving the food in his mouth. I stopped midway to the meat and looked at him in surprise, he was kind of cute eating like that. Like a little boy, or some sort of wild animal. Guess he was a lot of both, but was evident he was also very much a man.

She giggled a bit, then proceeded to pick some of the meat off the bone and eat it slowly, chewing every bite.

Pausing she smiled at him pointing to the food,

"Good."

She rubbed her belly, trying to hint at what she meant."

Good.

 

[The Preacher]

He nodded silently as they continued to eat. He glanced at her once or twice, making sure she liked it.

"Good" she said with a broad smile. Then rubbed her stomach. I caught myself looking at her hand, circling around where her stomach would be, minus her clothing. I stared for a moment too long, before turning away quickly, and continuing to eat with my back turned.

I glanced over my shoulder from time to time, in an ashamed manner.

 

[Joy_B]

I didn't catch his staring, to distracted by the sheer newness of this experience. He was fascinating, and she found herself being drawn into trying to teach him english, and to learn his language.

She did however notice when he stopped looking at her alltogether, except for occasional furtive glances followed with his eyes making a guilty retreat. She bit her lip then touched his shoulder lightly,

"Olambe?"

She pursed her lips trying to figure out how to ask,

"What's wrong?"

She did her best to convey her concern.