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MissKitty19
Planetoid
- Joined
- Mar 13, 2017
- Location
- Niagara Falls
She was small, because of that they always underestimated her. Standing at just 4’9 with a lean figure, partly due to physical activity, partly due to there never being enough to eat. She and a small group of families had made camp around a crumbling old building. Never staying anywhere long. The animals traveled the length of the river. The river was the lifeblood of people in these parts. Natural rapids at the northern end filtered impurities from the glacier ice. Animals flocked to it, in the more southern end of the river, some groups had settled , and tried to create farmland. The basin there, though, emptied in summer when it was needed most.
They splintered off, hunted along the bank of the river trough the fall, winter and spring moths, returned with food to last the next year and then did it again.
They weren’t the only ones. For several years they managed to avoid confrontation with them. That was until, as it was told, a hunter accidentally shot one of their young. He couldn’t be blamed after all. They were coated in fur… Though instead of going for help, he’d let the young with an arrow in it’s back, to die. The fighting had begun then, and as a result fewer returned home from hunting parties.
That’s why she had to be strong, flipping the grinning male opposite her, over her back, turning as he lay there out of breath and bringing her knife to his throat. He fought. But she dug her toes in and shifted her weight to hold firm. Leave him pinned. This was good practice and exercise and it kept her on her toes. Simple entertainment for the rest of the hunting party as well. As she pressed the blade dangerously close and held him in place. The men and woman circling them cheered and heckled. She guessed they had wagered on the bout.
“Bitch.” He growled as the others laughed and she got off of him. As she set to walk away, another, slapped her ass. “ I bet it’s a lot softer with her clothes off.” She shot a hard look over her shoulder. The sun was setting low, fires were already lit. she sat near one, The other girls nearby, one staring back over at the men all doe eyed.
“ Janet, don’t bother, if he knocks you up out here, you wouldn’t be able to hunt, Didn’t your sister have another child this year?” She pulled out her knife. A rare piece that her father had handed down to her. Ornate, the handle soft leather. It had once, so he told, been used as a decoration. In a world that had no need for bloodshed.
She’d scoffed at that thought then, and did the same now. A world without the need for bloodshed? But left the planet in ruins?
Occasionally they came across the old relics, most picked clean of anything that could be of use. Such waste and uselessness. Half of the trinkets they found, nobody knew what they were used for anymore. Though the abundance of cords came in handy. You could never have enough cording. The plastic coated cords, often contained smaller metallic chording that made for good nets for fishing and snares for traps.
The nights were cold already. After sharpening the blade she bedded down. They would have to be up early in the morning packing up their camp and heading further north. Before they left though. She wanted to take advantage of the clean water and clean up a bit. She felt slick with grime.
She woke in the silence, before sunrise and alone made her way to the river, where she stripped off the pants and sweater she normally wore and slipping into the chilled water, after wading to about her waist and digging her toes into the soft earth below to fight the current as she washed. The herb mixture mixed with lemon they used to wash slid off her skin easily , the smell hindered her hunting efforts sometimes, but she’d rather smell like fresh herbs then the sweat and day old stink that most of their party did. After several moments she left the cold water, the chill of the air combining with it to sting her skin until she dressed again. She tied her hair back and out of her face in a loose braid.
“Kyle!” Janet called and she looked to the sky. Perhaps she’d been in the water longer then she thought. She had better hurry if she was going to join the hunting party today as well. She quickly gathered her things and her knife. Doubting they would let her take point this time, though she still took her bow. She knew she was a better shot then a good half dozen of them.
“Quit dawdling sweetness.” And another hand making contact with her backside. She sighed and thrust her elbow up and back, smiling when she felt it land with a crunch against his face, then feigned a stretch as the laughter ensued.
“Lets do this.”
They were traveling a bit further on the other side of the river today, having tracked a heard of wild cattle to the area the day before.
- - -
Kyle growled softly as they remained crouched down in the brush. There were no cattle in sight. No evidence that they had already passed through. This meant that they had lost track of the herd, and would now have to back track. Putting them weeks behind. She stood up. Out of pure frustration and tossed off the pieced of brush she had used to hide herself. Smiling when it swatted one of the men in the face as it fell to the ground.
“Dammit! You said the herd was headed this way!” She looked further off, the clearing looked about a mile long, surrounded entirely by thick brush, except at the one end. The clearing was full of sweet, fresh long grass. It would have been a perfect meal for the herd, and a perfect trap. Once they had entered they could close the gap and pick off their prey one by one. The problem though. That she would discover, as her pretty green eyes searched the area.They weren’t alone. The first time she wasn’t sure what she had seen at first. A streak of silver, darting behind the tree. She had been taught while learning to hunt that there were colors that occurred naturally in nature. There were colors associate with artificial structures and colors that were plant life. This wasn’t one of those colors. Added with the way it moved. It was too quick. No animal was that quick. It wasn’t an animal. If it wasn’t an animal, wasn’t plant life. Then that could only mean…
“Run.” She warned turning to the rest of the hunting party. When they didn’t move she said it louder. “ I’m serious , we are being flanked.RUN!” She saw eyes widen as several of the party stood save for one or two of the men, who thought she was “ just being dramatic.” She waited a moment while the others standing saw what she had seen and had taken off in a run before she ran as well.
Her feet pounded against the ground. Though running away from their pursuers, with the rest of the party. They scattered. She ran in a slightly different direction, They would be harder to catch if they weren’t together. Kyle kept a steady blistering pace, even as her feet stepped on hard rocks and , once she entered the brush, leaves and twigs whipped at her face and tore at her clothing. Without realizing it though, she ran herself into a dead end.
The area was new to them. They had never hunted here before so she wasn’t familiar with the terrain so she wasn’t surprised when she nearly ran into a cliff edge. A breath and a curse, she thought that perhaps she should hide? No, they could smell much better then she could, they would sniff her out in a moment. Keep running, that was the best course, but now she had to backtrack, and she had no clue if she was even being pursued, or if she was, how close they were. The cliff looked to be at least half a kilometer long in either direction. So the only course of action left to her was obvious.
She started to climb.
Kyle was aware of her body, and her skill set, and climbing wasn’t one of them, but if she could get high enough, they might just give up, decide she wasn’t worth the trouble. Her hand found a rock and she used it to hoist her petite frame up, once, twice, her feet finding the handholds she passed and she found that it wasn’t as hard as she thought, though looking down was discouraging, she had only made it about ten feet up, turning her attention back too the cliff her left hand reached up to grab hold of the next sturdy enough spot. Though as her foot when to mimic the motion the rock gave way under it, and she slammed into the rock. Heart pounding a mile a minute in her chest as she tried to find another foothold searching around blindly for anything, as her grip on the cliff loosened, her palms sweating , due to sheer panic, assisted in the eventual outcome.
There wasn’t even a chance to scream as she fell.
She landed hard, against the ground, lucky the flat ground wasn’t littered with any sharp or jutting edges, her right side hit first, and , besides the impact ensuring that she’d be nicely bruised. Her right shoulder dislocated on impact, minor, she was lucky not to have broken anything. But the sudden sharp excruciating pain, elicited a shrill shriek of pain from her, this shriek, would have spurred on those of her party that hadn’t been captured. The men still sparing with the enemy would have gotten a second wind. Helpless though their plight was, they would draw more blood because of it, taking a life for the several that would be stolen that day. But one wouldn’t amount too the lives of eight men lost and two woman captured. One, hiding, hoping not to be found, the other scooped up mid run. Hands and feet beating at her captor. Still fighting even when things looked bleak. Kyle wouldn’t get that chance though as the pain of her dislocated shoulder, caused such a shock to her body that she passed out. Her eyes closing. Limp and lying in the dirt, the only signs of life the slight rise and fall of her chest and the sweat on her brow.
They splintered off, hunted along the bank of the river trough the fall, winter and spring moths, returned with food to last the next year and then did it again.
They weren’t the only ones. For several years they managed to avoid confrontation with them. That was until, as it was told, a hunter accidentally shot one of their young. He couldn’t be blamed after all. They were coated in fur… Though instead of going for help, he’d let the young with an arrow in it’s back, to die. The fighting had begun then, and as a result fewer returned home from hunting parties.
That’s why she had to be strong, flipping the grinning male opposite her, over her back, turning as he lay there out of breath and bringing her knife to his throat. He fought. But she dug her toes in and shifted her weight to hold firm. Leave him pinned. This was good practice and exercise and it kept her on her toes. Simple entertainment for the rest of the hunting party as well. As she pressed the blade dangerously close and held him in place. The men and woman circling them cheered and heckled. She guessed they had wagered on the bout.
“Bitch.” He growled as the others laughed and she got off of him. As she set to walk away, another, slapped her ass. “ I bet it’s a lot softer with her clothes off.” She shot a hard look over her shoulder. The sun was setting low, fires were already lit. she sat near one, The other girls nearby, one staring back over at the men all doe eyed.
“ Janet, don’t bother, if he knocks you up out here, you wouldn’t be able to hunt, Didn’t your sister have another child this year?” She pulled out her knife. A rare piece that her father had handed down to her. Ornate, the handle soft leather. It had once, so he told, been used as a decoration. In a world that had no need for bloodshed.
She’d scoffed at that thought then, and did the same now. A world without the need for bloodshed? But left the planet in ruins?
Occasionally they came across the old relics, most picked clean of anything that could be of use. Such waste and uselessness. Half of the trinkets they found, nobody knew what they were used for anymore. Though the abundance of cords came in handy. You could never have enough cording. The plastic coated cords, often contained smaller metallic chording that made for good nets for fishing and snares for traps.
The nights were cold already. After sharpening the blade she bedded down. They would have to be up early in the morning packing up their camp and heading further north. Before they left though. She wanted to take advantage of the clean water and clean up a bit. She felt slick with grime.
She woke in the silence, before sunrise and alone made her way to the river, where she stripped off the pants and sweater she normally wore and slipping into the chilled water, after wading to about her waist and digging her toes into the soft earth below to fight the current as she washed. The herb mixture mixed with lemon they used to wash slid off her skin easily , the smell hindered her hunting efforts sometimes, but she’d rather smell like fresh herbs then the sweat and day old stink that most of their party did. After several moments she left the cold water, the chill of the air combining with it to sting her skin until she dressed again. She tied her hair back and out of her face in a loose braid.
“Kyle!” Janet called and she looked to the sky. Perhaps she’d been in the water longer then she thought. She had better hurry if she was going to join the hunting party today as well. She quickly gathered her things and her knife. Doubting they would let her take point this time, though she still took her bow. She knew she was a better shot then a good half dozen of them.
“Quit dawdling sweetness.” And another hand making contact with her backside. She sighed and thrust her elbow up and back, smiling when she felt it land with a crunch against his face, then feigned a stretch as the laughter ensued.
“Lets do this.”
They were traveling a bit further on the other side of the river today, having tracked a heard of wild cattle to the area the day before.
- - -
Kyle growled softly as they remained crouched down in the brush. There were no cattle in sight. No evidence that they had already passed through. This meant that they had lost track of the herd, and would now have to back track. Putting them weeks behind. She stood up. Out of pure frustration and tossed off the pieced of brush she had used to hide herself. Smiling when it swatted one of the men in the face as it fell to the ground.
“Dammit! You said the herd was headed this way!” She looked further off, the clearing looked about a mile long, surrounded entirely by thick brush, except at the one end. The clearing was full of sweet, fresh long grass. It would have been a perfect meal for the herd, and a perfect trap. Once they had entered they could close the gap and pick off their prey one by one. The problem though. That she would discover, as her pretty green eyes searched the area.They weren’t alone. The first time she wasn’t sure what she had seen at first. A streak of silver, darting behind the tree. She had been taught while learning to hunt that there were colors that occurred naturally in nature. There were colors associate with artificial structures and colors that were plant life. This wasn’t one of those colors. Added with the way it moved. It was too quick. No animal was that quick. It wasn’t an animal. If it wasn’t an animal, wasn’t plant life. Then that could only mean…
“Run.” She warned turning to the rest of the hunting party. When they didn’t move she said it louder. “ I’m serious , we are being flanked.RUN!” She saw eyes widen as several of the party stood save for one or two of the men, who thought she was “ just being dramatic.” She waited a moment while the others standing saw what she had seen and had taken off in a run before she ran as well.
Her feet pounded against the ground. Though running away from their pursuers, with the rest of the party. They scattered. She ran in a slightly different direction, They would be harder to catch if they weren’t together. Kyle kept a steady blistering pace, even as her feet stepped on hard rocks and , once she entered the brush, leaves and twigs whipped at her face and tore at her clothing. Without realizing it though, she ran herself into a dead end.
The area was new to them. They had never hunted here before so she wasn’t familiar with the terrain so she wasn’t surprised when she nearly ran into a cliff edge. A breath and a curse, she thought that perhaps she should hide? No, they could smell much better then she could, they would sniff her out in a moment. Keep running, that was the best course, but now she had to backtrack, and she had no clue if she was even being pursued, or if she was, how close they were. The cliff looked to be at least half a kilometer long in either direction. So the only course of action left to her was obvious.
She started to climb.
Kyle was aware of her body, and her skill set, and climbing wasn’t one of them, but if she could get high enough, they might just give up, decide she wasn’t worth the trouble. Her hand found a rock and she used it to hoist her petite frame up, once, twice, her feet finding the handholds she passed and she found that it wasn’t as hard as she thought, though looking down was discouraging, she had only made it about ten feet up, turning her attention back too the cliff her left hand reached up to grab hold of the next sturdy enough spot. Though as her foot when to mimic the motion the rock gave way under it, and she slammed into the rock. Heart pounding a mile a minute in her chest as she tried to find another foothold searching around blindly for anything, as her grip on the cliff loosened, her palms sweating , due to sheer panic, assisted in the eventual outcome.
There wasn’t even a chance to scream as she fell.
She landed hard, against the ground, lucky the flat ground wasn’t littered with any sharp or jutting edges, her right side hit first, and , besides the impact ensuring that she’d be nicely bruised. Her right shoulder dislocated on impact, minor, she was lucky not to have broken anything. But the sudden sharp excruciating pain, elicited a shrill shriek of pain from her, this shriek, would have spurred on those of her party that hadn’t been captured. The men still sparing with the enemy would have gotten a second wind. Helpless though their plight was, they would draw more blood because of it, taking a life for the several that would be stolen that day. But one wouldn’t amount too the lives of eight men lost and two woman captured. One, hiding, hoping not to be found, the other scooped up mid run. Hands and feet beating at her captor. Still fighting even when things looked bleak. Kyle wouldn’t get that chance though as the pain of her dislocated shoulder, caused such a shock to her body that she passed out. Her eyes closing. Limp and lying in the dirt, the only signs of life the slight rise and fall of her chest and the sweat on her brow.
