justabrick
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Alright, so this is alternative universe #2 from me
This is another 'what if' world. In this world, humans live like their ancient ancestors- nude, in the tropical wild, without any technology whatsoever- in other words, in an animal-like state. The 'aim of the game' in this world is survival of the species and self. Characters are free to be polygamous, monogamous, cooperative, violent, whatever they need to do to ensure the survival of their genes. This isn't limited to sex- it includes territory, food, shelter, etc. However, just because sex is necessary for survival doesn't mean it can't be purely for fun sometimes...
(I don't usually create OOC threads, but this one might require one, y'think?)
My character-
Grok Thorman
22 years old
brown hair and eyes
very muscular- he has used the threat of his brawn to succeed in amassing a large territory, and frequent mates. He is friendly to those he doesn't perceive as a threat.
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Grok sat atop his lookout tree, and surveyed the valley, which stretched out as far as he could see. Below, several yards off, were some young females bathing in what he'd termed Grok River. He watched with excitement as the cold water flowed over their bodies, tightening their skin and making them glisten. He decided the scene was worth a closer investigation, and began to climb down to the forest floor. On the way down, Grok caught his finger on a thorn in the tree. He began sucking the blood angrily as he made his way across the clearing to the river. He quietly sat and smiled, observing the young womens' chatter and laughter, until one of them looked up and saw him.
(I don't usually create OOC threads, but this one might require one, y'think?)
My character-
Grok Thorman
22 years old
brown hair and eyes
very muscular- he has used the threat of his brawn to succeed in amassing a large territory, and frequent mates. He is friendly to those he doesn't perceive as a threat.
-------
Grok sat atop his lookout tree, and surveyed the valley, which stretched out as far as he could see. Below, several yards off, were some young females bathing in what he'd termed Grok River. He watched with excitement as the cold water flowed over their bodies, tightening their skin and making them glisten. He decided the scene was worth a closer investigation, and began to climb down to the forest floor. On the way down, Grok caught his finger on a thorn in the tree. He began sucking the blood angrily as he made his way across the clearing to the river. He quietly sat and smiled, observing the young womens' chatter and laughter, until one of them looked up and saw him.
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