TaintedHeart
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2005
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Lisa sighed. Three years of camping expert level, and she got cut off from her group. It wasn't her fault, this forest was massive. And being on an island, she was not surprised that they had not met. A massive island, for that fact. So, technically, they could be anywhere. Five feet behind her, or a good hundred or so away. Her long brown hair was pulled up in a pony tail, occasionally pulling down those tight, blue jean shorts, rolled up a bit. It was scorching, despite the fact that the tree's blocked a lot of the sunlight. But still. Her tank top was also adjusted, checking her compas every now and then. If she had studied the map right, then there would be a stream around, close enough to--ah, there it was. She could hear it now. Smiling softly, she walked forward anxiously. She'd make camp there, it'd be a likely place that her group might look.
The day before she'd agreed to take the course, being only nineteen, and just in college, she'd been assured that the place was mostly danger free, and un-inhabited. So any thoughts of cannablistic natives was gone. But every now than then she came across a strip of stray metal, or large bolts. Perhaps a plane had crashed here? And how good, if that was the case, was the mental capabilities of the crash victim? She didn't want to think about it. Though she'd sooner hope they were sane, and a female, not someone who could prove a threat.
The sun was showing no sign of disappearing, not yet at least. Loosening the straps of that heavy hiking pack, she grinned now as she came to finally a large stream, not deep at all, but mildly cool to the touch. Refilling her canteen, she set aside her compass and gold locket necklace, slipping her shorts off, guessing she could do with a good bit of cooling off. Wading out until it came just up to her thighs, cooling her legs she rubbed the cool water on her arms, not bothering to watch the area around her. Until she spotted something. Slinking from the forest was a panther it seemed, the large black cat watching her. She stared. It stared back. It had a collar on. Why would a panther have a collar on? Perhaps there was someone on the island after all. Perhaps she wasn't alone. Hastily the pretty young woman began to make her way towards the shore to retrieve her clothing, the panther, rather than try and attack her, watched her easily. Lisa was halted though, when a rather masculine voice called out from somewhere in the thick foilage.
"Hold it, don't move. Step away from that, or that cat'll get ya. I won't hesitate to tell him to."
The day before she'd agreed to take the course, being only nineteen, and just in college, she'd been assured that the place was mostly danger free, and un-inhabited. So any thoughts of cannablistic natives was gone. But every now than then she came across a strip of stray metal, or large bolts. Perhaps a plane had crashed here? And how good, if that was the case, was the mental capabilities of the crash victim? She didn't want to think about it. Though she'd sooner hope they were sane, and a female, not someone who could prove a threat.
The sun was showing no sign of disappearing, not yet at least. Loosening the straps of that heavy hiking pack, she grinned now as she came to finally a large stream, not deep at all, but mildly cool to the touch. Refilling her canteen, she set aside her compass and gold locket necklace, slipping her shorts off, guessing she could do with a good bit of cooling off. Wading out until it came just up to her thighs, cooling her legs she rubbed the cool water on her arms, not bothering to watch the area around her. Until she spotted something. Slinking from the forest was a panther it seemed, the large black cat watching her. She stared. It stared back. It had a collar on. Why would a panther have a collar on? Perhaps there was someone on the island after all. Perhaps she wasn't alone. Hastily the pretty young woman began to make her way towards the shore to retrieve her clothing, the panther, rather than try and attack her, watched her easily. Lisa was halted though, when a rather masculine voice called out from somewhere in the thick foilage.
"Hold it, don't move. Step away from that, or that cat'll get ya. I won't hesitate to tell him to."
