Post Apocolypse

Mindy Andrews

Its been a hot day, and she's been sweating the entire walk across this boring landscape of hills and weeds. She bears a scrape across her abdomen from some mutated creature that nearly caught her a few days ago, this becomes visible as she strips, carefully folding her clothes, and wades into the pool blissfully. Her fair skin shows the lines of the sun where her clothes normally end, as if to announce that except these past few weeks she has led a sheltered life of comfort. There is no sign of supplies or weapons, apparently she is either skilled or extremely naive.
 
Rolf:

As he grows closer he watches the figure disappear into the trees in the direction of stream and the pool in it's back at the edge of the trees.

The cart is left at the far edge of the trees, just inside them and out of sight.

Rolf slowly walks through the trees spear in hand listening carefully for manmade sounds. As he gets closer to the pool he hears quiet splashing and humming.

Reaching the treeline at the pool's edge he stands watching the naked young woman as she bathes herself and splashes water onto her sunburned, lightly tanned face and the pale skin of two tits firm enough to belong to a young woman who's never had a child.

Her clothing is laying a bit down the treeline and Rolf silently pads down and picks it all up and toss it over his shoulder for it, like this woman, is now his. He's found her and he'll claim her.

The days of a woman being able to choose and select are long, long over and forgotten. Now women are as they were long aeons ago, the property of those who claim them and can keep them through wiles or strength of arms.

Rolf steps from the trees and stands quietly looking at his new and naked woman waiting for her to see him.
 
Mindy Andrews

She bathes frivilously in the pool, not paying attention to her surroundings at all as she does. Then as she feels something brush past her leg she scrambles back to the shore pulling herself up the embankment rather than going all the way back to the slope, and stares into the water for whatever it was, then shrugs and heads back towards her clothes, still staring at the water. She is barely ten feet from the man when she notices him, too shocked at first to cover herself, as tiny droplets of water drip from her. A slight breeze seems to suddenly remind her of her nudity, her nipples hardening visibly from the slight chill it brings, and she instinctively tries to cover herself. Apparently she was being raised to marry off because not only is her body slender and femanine, but hairless as well. She stands dumbfounded looking at the man with her clothes, then sees the spear, a spark lights in her eyes as realization hits her and she makes back towards the water.
 
Rolf:

His voice is deep, hoarse as he says, "Stop where you are woman.
"I'm Rolf and I claim you as mine.
"Come to me and be mine willingly.... or otherwise, but mine you are from now on."
 
Mindy Andrews

As the man behind her speaks, she instinctively turns towards him, twisting her ankle and falling hard as she does, and ends up sprawled on the muddy bank of the pool. She stumbles in her mind for something to free her.

"I...Im..already claimed" she lies feebly "and my husband he will be back soon to get me....he's...big..and strong...and...."

She backs away fearfullyas her hurt leg drags on the ground, her recently pristine form now half covered in mud.
 
Rolf:

He smiles a wolfish smile and says, "I suppose he has your child with him to doesn't he my new woman?
"You have little time to come to me before I come to you and punish you for disobedience to your new man, to me woman."
 
Rolf:

He smiles a wolfish smile and says, "I suppose he has your child with him to doesn't he my new woman?
"You have little time to come to me before I come to you and punish you for disobedience to your new man, to me that is woman."
 
Mindy Andrews

Hearing his voice so arrogantly commanding her, she becomes a little infuriated, and more than a little scared. She rolls to her hands and knees scrambling for the water as she slips and slides down the bank, embarrassment overcome by fear as the man so calmly watches her in panic.
 
Rolf:

He watches grinning at her in a predatory way as he kicks off his mocassins and drops her clothes. His quiver and long bow follow and then he starts toward her as she trys to scramble away down the muddy bank.

"I did give you a chance my woman, two in fact.
"Now I'll show you just who you now belong to unless you're on your feet and hugging me tightly before I reach you."

His buckskin shirt is slid over his head and tossed back with the other things baring his lean and muscular chest and the scars on it and his arms showing he no stranger to physical violence or defending himself and what's his.
 
Jimmy watched from some of the dead trees and shrubs, his dark clothing and features seemed to somehow blend well with the desolation. He had his eye on her for some time, not necessarily for the means that this "Rolf" seemed to have - but more of a reason to protect his own kind - even if others of the refugee community labeled him as the "Noble Savage" for living away from most as a recluse.

He seemed to perk up slightly at her resistance toward this man. Strange, most females usually gave in quickly to avoid death or cruel punishment. He kept watching in silence, debating on whether he should throw a poison dart at the man if this woman was already claimed as she had said - or if he should let the man have her. Noticing that the female began attempting to form some type of escape, he bellowed out: "Leave her be, Outlander."

Then the form of a 6'2" tall man, clad in smokey-looking colors began to emerge from behind the dead plantation. He wondered if either of them knew he was there, and for how long - for he had been sitting there long before the female had stepped into the waterhole. An assortment of daggers and darts lined his leathery belt, some poisonous, some simply for an intimidation factor. "She is not yours," he bellowed out again, hoping of her kind were near to help her; those grey looking eyes stared calmly toward Rolf's way.
 
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Rolf:

He looked over as he heard the stange male step from the trees and as he shouted a command at him and then yelled what he hoped was how it was rather than how it truly was Rolf smiled, but now the kind of smile to incur laughter. Instead his was a cold smile the smile of a man used to facing death on a regular basis.. and winning.

"She's mine by right of first claim.
"Leave and live, stay and butt in and die. The choice is yours to make," Rolf says just loud enough for the man to hear him as he loosens his sword and the flap on his holster as he watches the man and from the corner of his eye the woman.
 
Jimmy

Jimmy noted Rolf's movement toward the blade he carried and simply mimicked his own smile. He found it amusing how men nowadays claimed women the way they do, he often wondered whatever happened to civilization - oh yes, that's right, it was lost. Placing his hands on his waist, an excellent position to quickly grab one of the daggers or darts and throw at the man's throat. He always tried to throw darts against other human forms, because within them they bore the power of temporary paralysis; not to mention he always had thoughts that one day all of mankind would somehow be reuinted.

"I say again, Outlander: She is not yours," he said aloud. It wasn't until at this moment that he actually placed an eye on the woman; his gaze falling upon her and her form. Then he quickly looked back to Rolf and smirked again, "No wonder he wants this woman," he thought to himself. He paused for a brief moment as he thought, "Surely, you have no idea whether she is even mine," Jimmy commented. "Though, I do not blame you for your desire to claim her."

It seemed only at this moment, that a sense of propagation seemed to arise in Jimmy's mind. Then again, he hasn't known the touch of a woman in quite a few years. Death would not be an option in either man's mind, this much Jimmy felt he knew - but how could even himself live through this predicament that he's put himself in for wishing to aid one of his own people. "She is a beautiful woman, no doubt," he seemed to simultaneously think aloud and comment on.
 
Rolf:

When he had been momentarily distracted by her nudity and beauty Rolf's fingers had curled around the grip of his pistol. Now he was primed and ready for the speedy draw he'd practiced as diligently as he'd practiced drawing and using his sword or knife, use of any and all of his weapons as a matter of survial in a hostile land.

"She is indeed and she's mine. I found her first and claimed her as such. This is the custom, this is the law.
"However, I'm a reasonable man. If you wish after I've slaked my needs with her I'll let you enjoy her too before we travel on.
"It will either be that or one of us will either die, be sorely injured or you'll leave us.
"Those are the options I offer. The choice is yours your to make."
 
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Mindy Andrews

She lies on the bank half frozen in fear, half in curiosity, as she watches the two men. Her body caked in mud from her earlier attempts, she glances at the second man, hoping he doesnt decide to join the first. Dread siezes her as she considers not just one but two men taking her virginity.
 
"I don't think you understand," Jimmy started, "She is in my realm, Outlander - you have no authority to proclaim her as your own. In fact, this woman should be laying by my side in my bed at this moment! He noted Rolf's fingers wrapping themselves around the pistol that rested against his hip, "This man almost seems as though he is my equal - he is primed and ready just as I am," he thought to himself.

Jimmy paused, still staring at the man across the small waterhole; the woman still standing in those murky waters between the two. It was going to be either a primal battle of lust, the men showing their muscle and proof that they deserved her as his own - or they needed to find a way to compromise. Jimmy just didn't want to give it all up, this woman was of his own people - regardless of how much of a recluse he was - or how they labeled him as the "Noble Savage", he even took it as a compliment sometimes.

His jaw clenched, he wanted so badly to just ask the woman what her name was, why she was so far from the rest of the camp. He also just wanted to strip down and join her, ravaging her in everyway that he could. The thought had crossed his mind to admit that the woman was not his at all that he attempted to imply, but then again, Rolf may have already caught on to that. Then, he slipped, "We could share her," he said, but rather quietly - unlike his usual tone. Then another thought crossed his mind: End this facade, the whole "Noble Savage" image his own people have even given him - or finally put the name to good use.
 
Rolf:

"More reasonable for surely one of us would have died otherwise and who would have depended as much on luck as skill I think. Well luck and the will of the Gods and Fates that is.
"To ensure safety for all of us, as the wench is enjoyed why don't you move around the pool to the other side and I'll enjoy her opposite.
"That takes you out of effective throwing range for your weapons and I will keep mine at hand, but undrawn so long as you remain there.
"Once I've taken my pleasure from her it will be your turn."
 
Jimmy

(OOC: I don't know if this story is still alive; I've been in and out with posting lately, but I'm still trying to keep up - sorry!)

This made Jimmy squirm a bit in uneasiness as Rolf didn't wouldn't let Jimmy have her first. He began to move around the other side as Rolf had suggested, but as he did so, he spoke again to the other man. "You've no idea that she could, in fact, be mine of first claim, have you?" His grey eyes scanned the region, looking to see if Rolf had brought any other of his kind with him; then he looked at her again... so innocent, so pure, so delicious.

"She has a scar, three days old," Jimmy had dared to guess, attempting one last time to try and claim this woman for his own - or at least, his first. "It was then that I had noticed this woman and claimed her for my own - she was being attacked and I helped her, then claimed her as mine." Whether the Outlander could see past his facade or not, didn't seem to matter to Jimmy anymore. It seemed he developed a tunnel vision for this woman, he would want her first as his.

It was then that Jimmy stopped at the area the man had indicated. He stared right at Rolf, lifting a heavy brow, "You said yourself, it is the law now - I had claimed her as my own three days ago - you do not have the right to her. But I do not wish to kill you, nor do I think you truely wish to kill me." He kept his eyes on Rolf, though he did not let her from his sight.
 
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