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Nightmaregoddess
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 16, 2010
- Location
- Iowa
Lyxa made a irritated growling noise as she swatted at a large insect buzzing around her head. Between the humidity and the bugs, she would be happy to leave this damned rainforest for good. Her dark skin was glistening and her clothes were practically soaked. She wore shoulder length, red and black striped animal fur gloves that were quite thick and lined with metal bands on the inside for parrying blows. She had matching thigh-highs as well that almost completely obscured her feet from view. However the heat had caused her to strip down to only a simple fur chest-wrap and loincloth that hung down to her knees. Her dark, crimson hair hung down her back in spiky waves all the way to her hips. Though as of current much of it was stuck to her skin. She was used to hot and dry climates, not this soupy bullshit south-landers called weather.
She had given up her normal armor in lieu of the heat, choosing to rely on her shamanic powers and agility in combat. So far, she'd been successful. She pulled out her map to check her location. It was an old thing, drawn by some grizzled adventurer who'd seen to many years to search for it's treasure himself. The man was a complete letch, and she damn near had to fuck the old bastard to get the story out of him. Unfortunately she did have to fuck him to get the map. Luckily he was surprisingly vigorous for an old man, and he paid for her dinner, room, and a whole lot of ale. In the end, if the treasure was half as grand as his claim, it would be totally worth the price.
"I just passed here....the rock that looks like a dick....across the waterfall..." She trailed off as she traced her path. "And....here..." She looked up, the foliage blocked her view but if she was right then the labyrinth was barely five minutes walk from here. With a groan she stretched her muscles out, picked up her satchel, and carried on.
She had given up her normal armor in lieu of the heat, choosing to rely on her shamanic powers and agility in combat. So far, she'd been successful. She pulled out her map to check her location. It was an old thing, drawn by some grizzled adventurer who'd seen to many years to search for it's treasure himself. The man was a complete letch, and she damn near had to fuck the old bastard to get the story out of him. Unfortunately she did have to fuck him to get the map. Luckily he was surprisingly vigorous for an old man, and he paid for her dinner, room, and a whole lot of ale. In the end, if the treasure was half as grand as his claim, it would be totally worth the price.
"I just passed here....the rock that looks like a dick....across the waterfall..." She trailed off as she traced her path. "And....here..." She looked up, the foliage blocked her view but if she was right then the labyrinth was barely five minutes walk from here. With a groan she stretched her muscles out, picked up her satchel, and carried on.