In the dense jungle of ox bay exotic birds and animal calls blare through the misty air. Along a hidden pathway footsteps of a traveler echo through the tree
tops. The girl walking the path can be described as a tall 19 year old girl in black boots, Dark skirt that's ripped at the bottom, a purple Corset with
black leather straps on, around her tummy is a belt holding her sword's hilt and a holster for her gun. Around her slender neck is a simple silver chain
and ruby heart charm necklace, she wears a pair of silver dangling rose earrings . Her lush, curly long brown hair is so long its only 10 inches from touching
the ground, her deep brown eyes shimmer in the sun light, her pale skin and lips shimmer as the mist glistens on them. Humming her favorite song "dead
man's chest" the mistress got to thinking "where is the colony? I know it here somewhere." Stopping dead in her
tracks she listened intently for anything besides wild life. Through the wild sounds she heard laughter, guns shooting and men talking.
Running towards the sounds as fast as her feet could carry her down the trail. She saw a clearing but what she failed to notice was the fallen tree branch in her pathway. Falling to the hard ground she let out a painful grunt; hearing laughter around her she then felt two hands grab her arms tightly lifting her from the ground. "Let me go!" Kicking wildly the men laugh more at her feeble attempts to free herself from her captors* "This is not the colony. This must be bandit camp that i have heard so much about." Some of the men parted to reveal their leader a older man about mid 40s, grey beard forming usual clothing consisting of white shirt dirty old brown pants and a pair of boots, but all his men had one gun he had two to show he was in charge. "Welcome to our camp mi' lady. I am Gashja. Whats your name my pretty one?" As he caressed her face she spits into his eye.
Running towards the sounds as fast as her feet could carry her down the trail. She saw a clearing but what she failed to notice was the fallen tree branch in her pathway. Falling to the hard ground she let out a painful grunt; hearing laughter around her she then felt two hands grab her arms tightly lifting her from the ground. "Let me go!" Kicking wildly the men laugh more at her feeble attempts to free herself from her captors* "This is not the colony. This must be bandit camp that i have heard so much about." Some of the men parted to reveal their leader a older man about mid 40s, grey beard forming usual clothing consisting of white shirt dirty old brown pants and a pair of boots, but all his men had one gun he had two to show he was in charge. "Welcome to our camp mi' lady. I am Gashja. Whats your name my pretty one?" As he caressed her face she spits into his eye.
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