Bound To Pleasure
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- Joined
- Jan 28, 2009
Rever sighed heavily to himself as he slowly walked his way through the dense underbrush of the jungle. He couldnât believe his misfortune. His day couldnât get any worst. Not even a week into the expedition into the jungle did he run into trouble. While fallowing alongside the river, a vine had caught his leg and caused him to fall into the raging waters. The current pulled him away quicker than anyone could react. The river he had fallen into lead deep into the center of the forest where no one had explored before. The current had sucked him under the water and he blacked out from lack of air. By the time he woke up he was washed up on a bank of the river. Most of his supplies had been washed away, what little he had on him had been useless. So now he was set to the task of finding his way through the jungle.
If he was lucky he could find the expedition he had came with, but this area was completely unexplored, he lord knows how long he had been asleep on the side of the river. He didnât even have a compass to tell him which way he was walking. It the young, tan man had his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his toned body. Though he was still quite wet, the heat in the jungle had forced him to unbutton his shirt for some relief.
As he walked along, he had remembered hearing rumors about some odd folk lore. They said there was a reason no one entered these jungles. There was supposedly some kind of âmonsterâ tribe dwelling here. They had apparently chased any humans out of the jungle over 500 years ago. He didnât think such rumors could possibly be true, but he was keeping his eyes out for anything that could be a danger to him. Such long standing rumors normal had some kind of truth to him, perhaps some kind of jungle cat stalked through here hunting anything that looked tasty. Little did Rever know that those rumors had more than a âsomeâ truth behind him. He would find this out soon enough.
If he was lucky he could find the expedition he had came with, but this area was completely unexplored, he lord knows how long he had been asleep on the side of the river. He didnât even have a compass to tell him which way he was walking. It the young, tan man had his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his toned body. Though he was still quite wet, the heat in the jungle had forced him to unbutton his shirt for some relief.
As he walked along, he had remembered hearing rumors about some odd folk lore. They said there was a reason no one entered these jungles. There was supposedly some kind of âmonsterâ tribe dwelling here. They had apparently chased any humans out of the jungle over 500 years ago. He didnât think such rumors could possibly be true, but he was keeping his eyes out for anything that could be a danger to him. Such long standing rumors normal had some kind of truth to him, perhaps some kind of jungle cat stalked through here hunting anything that looked tasty. Little did Rever know that those rumors had more than a âsomeâ truth behind him. He would find this out soon enough.