Theives are Gods. (Anarchist and Zombie)

Oh the joys of the woods at this time of day. No one was about because no one dared to venture into the woods in fear they might get robbed, raped, and killed. Samantha on the other hand knew better. She had grown up in these woods, and had never encountered anything dangerous except for the animals. And those she could take care of herself so the woods were fine for her. After her parents died, Sam had taken over the family business of selling medicine and random wares. She was quite good at it this profession because she was so attractive which made her an excellent saleswoman. Especially to men.
She sighed audibly, pulling her white hair back into a ponytail. It was an odd quality for someone that was only at the age of 19, but it seemed to fit her. She had bright amber eyes, and stood at 5’3”. She was surprisingly strong for such a small stature, but she only looked slightly toned. She wore length green skirt that came down to just about mid thigh and a brown leather vest that showed off her midriff. She had a large backpack on her back, carrying her wares as well as her clothing, at least what little of it she had. The clothing she had to carry, the more things she could carry that she could sell.

Eventually Samantha stopped by a small creek, putting her things down and dipping her hands into the cool flow of water. She splashed the water up on her face, scooping up a bit more to drink afterwards. She had traveled in these woods before and knew them pretty well, so she knew this stream was safe, at least as safe as water flowing through woods could be. She paused, digging through her bag for a moment, pulling out a small cup. She filled it with the water, pouring it over herself. “Nice and refreshing.” She said under her breath. Since she knew no one was around she didn’t hesitate to talk to herself. And commenting on the water so the Gods could hear her was probably a good thing as well. If she got on good terms with the Gods, she would be set for life. At least as long as she didn’t insult them in any way, which she heard was pretty hard not to do with some of them, such as Aphrodite or Eros. They tended to be a bit testy and over reactive.

All in green went Hera's love riding (ultra cool reference btw). He rode his thunderbolts to the surface of the Earth, ready to satisfy his hunger. What mortal would not appease him? A FOOL. Only a fool would deny Zeus his right to their person.

He rode down in godly garb, but as the bolt crashed in the sea, he transformed into a scruffy blackhaired, pale man. His limbs were muscled, but limber. He was dressed in green tights, black tunic, and green cap. He had leather shoes on, and he swam to shore, easily and with strength.
He climbed out of the water, eager to find young maidens to seduce. He decided the best course of action would be to follow the stream that emptied into the sea. Surely there would be people along the stream, and if there were people, there would surely be buxom Greek beauties. However, Zeus enjoyed the hunt. So, he decided he would sneak among the forest, slowly stalking his future prey.

How good to be a god.

((Haha thanks.))
Samantha sighed, filling the cup once again and standing this time before she poured the cool, clear water over her face. It ran quickly down her cleavage and to the hem of her skirt where it was absorbed quickly. “Here will be a good place tonight.” She said mainly to herself. She went through her bag and started to pull a few things out like some pots and an animal skin blanket to sleep on. After a few minutes, she had a small makeshift camp set up and was starting a fire. It took her a few tries but she finally got it and started to boil some water for a stew. She had a few rabbits she had killed on her journey and had already prepared them, as well as some vegetables and herbs she had gotten in the last town she was in. Pretty soon the air around her was filled with the rich aroma of the stew. She smiled, stirring it gently.

She let her hair down, running her fingers through it for a moment before she walked back over to the creek. She soon started undressing, though only to her undergarments which only consisted of something covering her bottom half. She kept a small dagger at her thigh, just in case , though for obvious reasons. The food she was making could very likely attract more than hungry animals. She sighed, grabbing a wash rag and began washing herself from the creek. She had waited until it had started getting dark for a reason, in the twilight was when most people had the worst vision so she would most likely be able to hear them before they could see her.

(been very busy. sorry!)
Zeus walked very quietly in the folliage. Greece was so gorgeous this time of year. Green everywhere, with wildflowers blooming, nymphs running around everywhere, and moonlight to light his way through the dark. Not that he needed moonlight to see in the dark. But it was charming to be human. All the silly hoops they had to jump through to achieve the simplest of goals --- simply charming!

But why stop with sights and sounds? To truly have a human experience, he'd also have to smell. The air was thick with the scent of cooking meat. He followed his nose a-ways and saw a light glowing from the bank of the stream. He crept up to a convenient thicket, and watched. A buxom Greek beauty stood there, eating meat in her underpants. Her breasts were the perfect size: big enough to squeeze, small enough to grasp. Her nipples were nicely shaped as well, elegant and pigmented nicely.
She had a knife at her waist.
Foolish girl. Let the hunt begin.

He watched as she washed herself clean, water dripping down her hot fresh body. Zeus would have to make his approach soon, but in what manner? That was all the fun.

((It’s all good. :3))
Samantha smiled, closing her eyes for a moment. She was so relaxed at the moment. At least until she thought she heard something. She gasped, covering herself quickly and looking in his general direction. She just stared that way for a while until she was satisfied that nothing was there and continued bathing. She finally finished and walked back over to the fire and stood by it, drying off and stirring her food more. After she was dry enough she put her clothes back on started eating.

For just random things she had gotten, it was quite a delicious stew. She had to admit, she was a good cook for someone who grew up in the woods. Samantha smiled to herself again, thinking of what she was going to have to do tomorrow. The earlier she got up, the better it would probably be. That was she could get to the next town before dark. She knew she wasn’t very far from it, only about a three or four hour walk. She spaced out, thinking of these things.

She was defensive. That was good. He would be well entertained.
He decided he would enter as a man, having debated entering as a friendly wolf or dog. She could appreciate his wares more efficiently that way.

He boomed out in his godly voice:
"Hello stranger. Care to see my wares?"
The sound came from all directions, so she didn't know from whence it came. He came up behind her, and held her by the arms. He spoke quickly.
"I only do this so you won't attack in surprise. I am a merchant, selling various supplies. Are you in need of anything?"

When Samantha heard that voice her eyes widened. She didn't know what in the world to think. It didn't have a specific that it came from so for a moment she thought it was in her head. She gasped as she suddenly felt her arms being grabbed and struggled as much as she could. She was amazed that he didn't even budge. "Well I wouldn't be so frightened if you hadn't snuck up on me like that!" She yelled at the strange man. "Now let me go!" She demanded. Sam didn't normally yell so much at people she had never met before, but this occasion was special. This man was very frightening. "How did you get your voice to do that?" She asked, though it seemed it was more of a demand that he tell her. She was jut still stirred up by the surprise of anyone else even being out here in the woods, especially at night.