A wild Hunt (Sharub x Yondertoy)

Sharub was sleeping. A difficultly induced sleep disturbed by the strange potion and the mass of thoughts crowding and clouding her clear thougts. Several times she awakened with a gasp after a quick nightmare. Now, apparently, she achieved mental cleaniness, reaching the skies and trying to dream.

Her sleep was stopped ince again by a noise, she opened her eyes hearing the noise turning more definite... someone is breathing... as she raised her head, the collar tugged her head in place, an hand dan to her mouth, pressing her head firmly to the ground. With shock and fear, she tried to screwm, but only a barely audible whisper could have been heard. She tried to understand who was keeping her mouth closed, but only a subtle shadow could be seen. She tried to move away when she felt something. Something unexoected.

Between her legs she felt something... warm... as the assailant tried to open her legs. Realization stuck her like a fist, trying to scream but without possibility, she tried to hit the man with her hands, but he was on her, her position discoiraging any strong blow.

The warmth reached her thighs, as she started to see eyes looking deeply into hers. Then, with the same speed of a thunder, the man moved his left hand to his shaft and moved the tip forward, trying to find her opening. She felt his cockhead caressing her pussy, trying to find her tunnel, she squirmed and muffled, a sigh of the man on top of her announced that he found her tunnel managing yo lodge his tip inside of her. Matter of moments, as, with her eyes wide, the man shoved his shaft in her depths. She felt tears rolling down her cheecks again. Her lungs unable to eject the air as the man keeps his hand over her mouth.

She lies there, again unable to move and agsin abused by a foreigner. Her legs wide apart, slightly tensing at each deep thrust of the man. She heard him breathing in her ears. Grunting and whispering something as defiles her body.

She felt his cock racing inside of her, trying to reach as deep as possible her depths with each thrust.

Soon she felt again a terrible sign, the man had sped up his thrusts, shortening them, his breath shortened and made if quick gasps, searching for air in the little hot hut. His shaft stiffening, soon reaching his orgasm inside of her.

Sharub tried to Squirm again, trying to break free and save herself from another forced insemination.

Rooted for a moment by shock. Yhuana forced herself to move. She crossed the distance to the hut with as much speed as she dared. Reaching the low structure she heard a strained moan, a male voice. Through the open side of the hut she could see the back of the man, he was on top of the woman, his muscles tensed. Yhuana felt the anger flare up inside her.

She reached in and grasped the man’s matted hair. Yanking his head back she stabbed him with the bone dagger in her other hand. Just as the guard had grinned his white teeth at his victim, the white blade flashed and cut from the side through his throat. He gurgled and blood spurted from this neck. He let go of the woman and grasped at the wound. Yhuana twisted the blade, pulled, and stabbed again. Opening a bloody smile underneath the man’s chin, she dragged him backwards by the hair.

His erect cock slipped wetly from the woman as he was pulled backwards in a shower of arterial blood. The man's head was now almost touching the floor and Yhuana pushed down with the blade still in his throat till she felt it scrape bone. The man's body shook and one of his legs spasmed outward, but death-throws were brief and silent. Yhuana held the blade till the man no longer moved. Her eyes on his, till she say the life leave him. The man's member still stood grossly erect in a lurid testimony to his transgression.

With her arms and face splattered with warm blood and eyes wide with violence, Yhuana slowly looked up at the woman.

Sharub was squirming under his body, her legs trying to push her away. Her eyes wide in shock. Inside of her his shaft tensed and twitched. Her muffled voice a long desperate scream of desperation as the man tensed his muscles and pushed deep into her oneclast time, spurting his vile seed into her.

A wide smile appeared on his face, satisfied by his mission. Still with his twitching cock rooted in her depths fulfilling is duty.

Sharub wanted to die. Again. After that day of twisting ideas and thoughts... she has been forced again. Again used against her will. Tied like an animal and used as receptacle of unwanted seed.

She was sobbing, almost drowning in her tears when she saw a white flash going to his throat moving quickly, slicing his neck. The knife strike another time, cutting deeply into his neck. The man fell to his back, his cock sliding from Sharub's pussy with a shlicking wet, lirid sound, proof of the lustful act.

Sharub looked down, and saw his erection pulsing with his last heartbeats, a drop of white fluids falling from the tip along his shaft, as the man's life ran away from him with gurgles of blood in his lungs.

Behind the corpse, another shadow, long hairs clearly a feature of the second shadow. The knife of white bone now disappeared in the darkness of the night, covered in a layer of fresh, dark blood.

Without escape, Sharub moved a trembling hand to her opening, sliding a finger into her, feeling an alien fluid inside of her with a not so unfamiliar warmth bathing her depths. She tried to use her fingers to remove that substance from her insides, starting to sob and gasp in the deed. <<...n...nia......nia.... nia ahgai'n...>>

The woman started sobbing words as she reached down in a hopeless attempt rid herself of the dead man’s ejaculate, pulling strings of the viscous fluid from her ravaged parts. Yhuana attempted to calm the woman, by placing a hand on the woman's arm. Feeling tears burn in her own eyes.

The nightly insect-song seemed have gained a shrill manic aspect. Somewhere at the other side of the camp a child started crying.

Yhuana moved beside the woman, who seemed to shrink from her. All the while Yhuana whispering her to shush, she reached over quickly and cut the leash around the woman's neck.

Then with her hand under the woman's arm, she urged her out of the shelter and into the forest.

Sharub's hands turned into a tacky mass covered in a layer of sperm, while her body stained with still warm blood gushed from his throat. Her fingers trying to gain access to her own parts, moving in a desperate blur, barely achieveng anything.

The shadow moved nearer, then mived to her side. Another shadow came to ravage her.
Instead, that shadow touched her still writhing arms, hushing to calm her. Sharub felt a tug and a snap to her collar. The shadow had cutted the leash... an helping shadow?

She felt an arm pushing her, moving her outside the shelter, whispering words of an unknown meaning yet carriers of Gentleness. She remember that voice... that shadow is the woman that tended her wounds the day before. With a little breath remaining in her lungs, she looked in her eyes <<...y... yhuana...>>. Then tears chocked her, and the helping woman needing no impediments...

Yhuana felt encouraged as the woman whispered her name. At least part of the woman’s mind was still partly sound. Supporting her with an arm around her back, Yhuana guided the woman quietly into the deeper dark of the forest.

Behind them the camp was still shrouded in sleep. Apparently, no one had yet discovered the dead guard. There is time, we can do this. Yhuana thought herself.

They quickly lost sight of even the faintest glow emitted from among the tribe’s huts. The forest was now dark and loud with nightly animals all around them. Except for the faint luminescent traces of fireflies moving among the sparse undergrowth, there was nearly no light. The canopy high above, blocking out the moons and stars.

Then Yhuana stopped walking. Standing close to the woman to she could see the whites of eyes, stark with fear. Yhuana suddenly realized she still held the knife. She stood awkwardly for a moment and then wiped it on a tree trunk before placing it behind the string around her waist.

Then Yhuana reached inside the bag she had on her shoulder, which was still sticky with blood, and produced the waterskin. She presented it to the woman.

The woman pushed Sharub by her side, quickly walking in the absolite darkness, only the Gods knows how both of them managed to not having fallen on the ground, against a trunk or treading on a snake.

But they walked, until the lights of the dieing fire were long gone and thr smell of burned logs and meat no longer filtering into their nostrils. Only fresh and dense air can be smelt now, smelling of trees and woods.Their eyes getting used to the darkness allows them to see slightly netter than before.

Sharub was gasping for air, the air dense and thick, almost drowning her erratic breath. Between her legs, in a lewd way rivulets of sperm leaking from her pussy, trickling down her legs, her lower lips emitting squelching and humid sounds every few steps.

The woman looked at her, sensing her fear and shock, placing her knife away. Fumbling with her bag she handed a bag to Sharub, her hands grabbed the dark mass in her hands, stained with blood and bow even a dead man's sperm, sensing a slosh. Water. Immediately she washed her hands and reaching down her skirt tried to clean her intimacy and legs. Then sipped a bit of water.

Looking into Yhauna's eyes, Sharub placed her hand over should and nodded, passing her the water.

"...how...why to me... in me... am i so worth?...are we escaping?" thought Sharub "Yes. Are we. Now... shere? ... tomorrow or sooner the hunters will be at us... and then we'll be killed... or tied... or tortured... " a wild animal shrieked in the night "...if a beast will not kill us before "

Somewhere ahead Yhuana hoped they would soon come across a stream that meandered through the forest. She’d heard the tribe’s outwalkers mention it yesterday. It water would be their chance, for wading through it could at least obscure their trail. She was wrecking her brain to recall if they walked more or less in the right direction, but she couldn’t possibly tell.

Feeling the woman place her hand on Yhuana’s shoulder as she returned the waterskin, at least gave her a sense of not being alone in this mad undertaking. It also reminded her of the severity of the situation, to be caught would mean death for her and horrible punishment for the woman.

Taking the woman’s hand she turned and started walking in the direction she hoped was right. In the near darkness each step was treacherous. They saw trees only just before bumping into them, and vile barbs of creeper plants tore at their skin. Yhuana led and felt the biting pain of many vicious vines cut her skin on many occasions, and she tried to keep her companion from the worst of these snags.

The going was tough but soon the first faint orange glow penetrated the canopy. For their eyes accustomed to the dark, this meant suddenly easy passage. Stopping briefly for a sip of water. Yhuana stole a glance at the woman. Who, with her loincloth gone, was only wearing a small striped hide for a top. Despite the hardship she’d experienced in the last days, or maybe because of it, there seemed a daringness to the woman’s stance.

Yhuana looked at her own still bloodstained hands. What else is there now? Now that blood has been shed, the stones been cast.

Yhuana led the way into the darkness of the forest, abdorbing most of the vicious vines and thorned plants, but the backlash of some of those trees snapped and slapped against Sharub's body. The two womens ran and walked into the night, getting accustomed with the feeling of sharp pain over their bodies and finding a way into the black of the jungle.

Now and then the two stopped to sate the need of air of their lungs.

Sharub forgot of her half nakedness, remembering the loincloth when her bottom or thighs burns with a new bruise. She focused only on her breath, her almost blided sight and the feeling of the jungle beneath her bare feets

Finally, an endless night of fear and blindness turns alight with the first lights if the new day, now it is matter of time for the bataks to find the dead guard and unleash their hunters to retrieve and punidh the two females.

With the light of Anagur's Disk filtering throught the canopy, they could move with greater haste. Avoiding the worst of the barbed leafs and grasping vines. Exhausted, they hurried on nonetheless. Their bare feet stumbeling over roots, fear chased them on. Yhuana felt the sweat on her skin grow cold with the thought of being caught by the Batak, again.

Then to her surprised joy she saw someting shimmer ahead. They had hit the stream. Pulling the woman along she rushed again. The water was several strides across and about waist deep at the middle. Its sandy bottom clearly visible as it slowly meandered among the trees. On several places light hit the water directly, for the canopy thinned above the middle of the stream. After so many days in the perpetual twilight, it was incredibly bright and Yhuana squinted her eyes at the reflection.

Yhuana moved inot the stream, gesturing her companion to follow. The cool water reaching up her thighs as she waded in. Then on impulse she dipped herself fully under. Droplets trailing her lean body as she re-emerged, muscles visible under her shining copper-brown skin making the tattooed birds on her shoulders - like herself - come alive for a moment. She smiled shyly at the other woman.

If only death wasn't breathing down her neck ... and Yhuana tensed up again.

For there was no time to waste, they needed to get as much distance through the water as possible. This was their chance at obscuring their trail to the hunters, for they would not be able to outrun them. Wading halfway to the opposite of the stream, Yhuana picked the downstream direction and started walking knee-deep throught the water.

As the lights and heat of the day replaces the darkness, the fear-led escape becomes more comfortable, as the two runs between the foliages.

Sharub feels her legs in flame, the feets hurting from a thousand of stones, pods, thorns and branches treaded over the night as well as her throat, sore and feeling inflamed and dry. She had forgotten to be covered only by an hide on her chest, her caramel legs and supple bottom swaying and jiggling in her run.

Suddently in the relative silence of the jungle, the sound of flowing water. A stream! Finally the two can freshen up a bit before resuming their run. Following the batak woman, she enters in the waters, the flow caressing her body, a whimper catches Sharub by surprise as the water touches her intimacy.

Seconds of mental abandon, there in the stream. Just like frw hours before their attack she enjoyed a bath. Her hands plays with the wayer without never stopping to move her feets, softly pacing over the fresh sand beneath the running water.

After a night of run, they could have drank, but energied are going to fade. It was then that the briw eyes of Sharub spotted a yellow flower nearby the water. <<Bandanga!>> said her to the other woman, pointing at the flower. With a quick leap she grabs the flower, and with a tug, a reddish radish appears in her hands. She presents that to the other woman with a circumstance smile. Eventually cleaning the dirt out of the fist-shaped root while walking knee-deep in the flowing water.

After having cleaned it and removed the flower, she bites the root looking at the other <<Bandanga>>, she repeated while chewing the orange-red root. Passing then to the woman.

"The night is long gine" thought Sharub " When will they reach us? And if they will not find us... what will we do? And this woman... why..."

Yhuana startled and spun around as the woman behind her suddenly cried out. Seeing her point at a yellow flower and pull up its root, Yhuana felt a wave of relief.

Followed by embarrassment. For Yhuana couldn’t help but stare as the woman bent to retrieve the root. The woman’s supple shapes wet and tan … Yhuana imagined for a moment wading over to her and standing behind her gently tracing her hands along the woman’s bottom and down, slipping between her legs …

Then the flashes of the events of last night and the one before returned and Yhuana was left feeling disgusted and angry with herself.

Flushed, and avoiding eye-contanct as the women came over to her with a reddish root, repeating the word she’d called out. Awkwardly Yhuana accepted the vegetable, and taking a bite suddenly realized what it was that had sounded familiar. Recalling the word from her own language, “Bantang” she said with a radish-filled smile, and flushed cheeks.

She’s right, we’ll get nowhere without food and drink. Yhuana passed the bandanga/bantang back and retreived the waterskin from the soaked bag. Submerging it she let it fill with fresh water from the stream.

She paused for a moment and sought the woman’s eyes. Then she place her hand on her chest saying “Yhuana” and then placed her hand on the woman’s chest and waited inquisitively ...

The woman just nibbled at the bandanga root then passed it back to Sharub. She was puzzled; "...not eating all?" thought Sharub coking an eyebrow "...how can she get energies without eating more?"

The walk in the stream was a wonderful feature: refreshing, the flow helping them pacing quicker and also avoiding traces.

Suddently Yhauna stopped and looked in her eyes, moving her hand to her own chest, she repeated her name <<Yhauna>>. Then placed her hand over the other's woman.

"Oh it's true... this woman told me her name but don't know mine". She moved her hand near Yhauna's hand and, looking in her eyes, answered <<Sharub>>.

<<Sharub>> Yhuana repeated the name slowly, while holding the other woman’s gaze. Then, briefly touching Sharub’s hand, Yhuana nodded with her head to indicate they had to move on and turned wading further through the stream. She felt elated and scared at the same time. Danger still loomed largely over them, even if they could escape the hunters. Yet she felt a sense freedom, like she had never experienced before.

Wading knee-deep through the stream, the sensation of soft sand underfoot and cool water against their legs. Occasional small fish circled them inquisitively. Brightly colored birds darted past, catching insects mid-air. The golden disk of Anagur passing through the sky overhead, the two women moved onwards and spoke little. Yhuana started to feel that they had escaped. And she was looking to the bank on their right—away from the direction of the Batak—for some promising features, anything. But the jungle revealed nothing, the undergrowth on bank as a green wall and at the towering trees solemn as ever.

Just as she thought that it might be time to leave the water behind and that each spot would be as good as the next, she noticed a large angular rock on the bank to their right. She pointed it out to Sharub and they both stood for a moment trying to figure out what it was. For, although overgrown with thick vines and eroded, some kind of intricate symbols seem to have been carved into the rock.

Yhuana looked back at Sharub, momentarily uncertain what to do. Just then looking back at the rock she saw something move. To her horror she saw a man among the brush next to the stone surface. Batak! A rustle to their left betrayed the presence of another hunter. With shock it became clear to her. They most have followed the stream on both sides in each direction.

The men held spears, pointing at the woman. It’s lost. Yhuana thought. She drew the bone blade and stepped closer to Sharub. She felt calm and determined. Either way, she would not be going back with them.

The walk into the stream gave proven Sharub's endurance, her soft feets wrinkler by waters and burning by the rocks that now and then hid under a thin layer of sand and rotten leaves.

She pondered about how long they walked, how FAR they've escaped. After a day of restless run, almost certainly they managed to escape. "We did it" thought Sharub "We are certainly too far away from them... but at which price?" she placed an hand to her belly "...they planted their seed in me... what will i do... alone in the jungle..."

Just as her eyes spotted Yhauna pointing at the strangely decorated rick, she saw her nightmares taking life. Again. The bataks have reached them. Hunters. For them it should have been just as following two weak deers.

She saw them, four strong hunters, rushing towards them with their spears ready to rip trough their flesh. "This is the end..." thought Sharub closing her eyes.

The Batak tribesmen encroached upon the two women standing knee-deep in the stream. Their spears raised and ready to strike. Their eyes wide with hatred. <<Betraying bitch! Your skin will be pulled from your living flesh for this!>> The hunter near the rock spat at Yhuana in the Batak tongue. Then as he stepped into the water something flit past Yhuana and Sharub and struck the man in the chest.

The batak gasped and dropped his spear. A large arrow had pierced his torso from behind, the serrated tip emerging from his chest. He wheezed and his knees buckled as already thick red blood started gushing from the wound. The man on the opposite bank froze. He opened his mouth to shout, but another arrow pierced his throat and nailed him to a tree. The red feather fletching on the end quivering as the projectile struck wood with a thud.

Yhuana swerved around to see from where the arrows at came. She almost screamed as she saw what emerged from atop the large engraved rock. A figure with the body of a man and the head of a jackal, close cropped grey fur covering its body. The thick mane running back between its long upright ears is interwoven with black feathers. It carries a necklace of transparent green stones and carved bone, and a black loincloth from which its furry tail emerged. In its clawed hands are a dark wooden bow and a quiver of arrows.

Sharub heard a thud followed by a chocked cough from a male voice, she opened her eyes, seeing a red-plumed arrow exitung from the chest of the batak. Soon another arrow appeared in the neck of the other. Soon all of the bataks were dead or grasping for a faint sparkle of life fluttering away from them, as blood gushed from their bodies.

Sharub turned her head, trying to see who saved their lifes. Who and how many were hiding in the foliage. Then she saw it. A creature half-man half-jackal fiercely emerged from behind a rock. His body ciseled with muscles and covered in greyish fur, while his neck and long ears decorated by feathers.

"A God!" thought Sharub " A God came to savd us!". She leaped from the stream reaching the ground, then she prostratred in a reverent way, without even caring to remember that her intimacy was exposed in a lurid way.

But a God deserve respect before caring of a silly thing like a proper intimacy.

Yhuana stood transfixed as Sharub exclaimed and rushed forward and kneels before the rock. The jackal-man looked down, slightly cocking it head. Its ears twitching momentarily, and then jumps down from the rock, landing smoothly on his canine legs a few strides from where Sharub has prostrated herself.

Yhuana suddenly recognized the word Sharub had called out, a god. The being moved towards the prone woman, and stood towering over her looking down. Yhuana felt terrified yet unable to move. The scene stirring half-memories of lurid myths, once overheard among the elders of her ancestral tribe.

The jackal-man looking down on the prostrating half-naked woman. Yhuana’s eyes drawn from the frightening yet mesmerizing physique of the furred being towards Sharub’s exposed intimacy. A strange erotic ecstasy stirred in her. Fear, awe and lust mingling, and overwhelming her. a god...

Then the jackal-man set down his bow and quiver against a tree and from a sheath on small of his back he draws a dull metal blade. Yhuana called out in fear and took a step forward, the bone dagger still in her hand. The being looked up at her inquisitively. His eyes, the ochre-brown hue of dried blood: human yet otherworldly. The moment is held like a breath. Then he reached down with his free clawed hand, grabbed Sharub around her neck and lifting her up to face him.

Sharub was still with her supple bottom in the air and her eyes closed in reverence, awe and mercy in front of a God. Her heart punded into her ears as the presence of the first positive thing in days stood few meters in front of her.

The only thing she felt was a soft thump on the ground, followed by the sound of something placed onto the ground and then... Yhauna's scream. But nothing mattered now. Nothing could be wrong now. "This God is here and saved us" thought her "Nothing could be dangerous... Yhauna must prostrate as well..."

Sharub opened her eyes "Is... is he..." as his clawed hand touched her slender neck "He is touching me!" she did not oppose to this holy touch, slowly she rose her head and knelt, moving her eyes from his beastial feets up to his muscular torso; following the movement of his hand, finally her eyes met his. The sensations and enotions of being touched and looking in the eyes of a God almost unbearable for her, that could only react by sporting a wide, thankful smile.

As the jackal-man held Sharub aloft Yhuana felt nearly sundered by fear and awe. She dropped her bone blade, took a step towards the bank and sank to her knees in the shallow water. Her arms to her side and her eyes entreating towards this being out of myth that now held both their fates.

The canine creature looked into Sharub's smiling face. His grip around her neck, with a casual strength that could snap it like a twig. Still holding Sharub on her toes, he looked at Yhuana. He sniffed once and dropped Sharub. Then he turned towards the batak that is bleeding out at the water’s edge.

Looking down at the dying human the jackal-man reaches down, grasping the batak’s hair. With the blade in his other, cuts through the man’s throat. And, as the man briefly clutches at the furred muscular arms, in a few powerfull movements severs the head. And tossed it towards the rock.

Sharub felt his hand continuing to pull her, to which she responded by standing in front of him. Her eyes detached from his just to admire his body for another time, looking at his muscles beneath a thick layer of fur smeared with... paint... or blood.

Her gaze retourned to his face, towering her from his height, so beastial and yet so godlike, over that body. The God sniffed the air, so similatily to a dog. Then he abruptly let go of her neck and strode toward the stream; following him with her eyes, Sharub saw that Yahuna was kneeling, surely struck by his godly presence.

To her surprise, he approached a bleeding Batak, then with quick moves the clawed man slashed his neck, eventually scorching its neck and detaching the whole head from his body, tossing the head away.

Sharub felt few to nothing, a primal punch in her guts for a beheading, but nothing more such was the hate she felt for that tribe and she was saddened that no other bataks were there just to face a dimilar fate.

Yhuana felt shock at the offhand brutality of the beheading. She felt nothing more as the Jackal retrieved his arrow and decapitated the other batak. And then, as she observed him place two spears upright in the ground in front of the carved stone and impale the heads on them, she felt only a sense of awe at the savage rule of this god.

Having completed this grisly task, the Jackal walked into the stream and attentively washed the blood from his arms. Yhauna's gaze followed the rippling muscles under his furry skin, the painted markings on his body, his long upright twitching ears. Deep in her mind a memory older then herself unfurled, obscure yet profound.

Then the Jackal rose and moved past the two women. Looking back at them, he gestured with his his clawed hand for them to follow and strode into the jungle where it rose around the strange and ancient engraved rock.

Yhuan looked briefly at Sharub, confused for a moment. Yet she already felt herself get up and eager to follow their otherworldly saviour.

The deeds of a God are always remarkable, no matter the violence, especially if such violence is what you'd do personally.

When the God aknowledged their presence again and gestured for them to follow him, Sharub was again on a newfounded happyness. With a quick glance at her back, she saw that Yahuna was moving forward, captured by his might.

They followed the Jackal along some sort of path leading through the thick jungle. The air was humid and hot, silent except for the occasional birdcall. Soon parts of large stone structures became visible, overgrown with the roots of large trees, hanging vines and creepers that grew on top of them. The canopy seemed as high as the clouds.

The rock edifices rose to their left and right as they walked. Yhuana thought she could recognize figures carved from what appeared stacked blocks of stone. At some point she was sure to recognize a the shape of a canine head emerge from underneath the roots of an ancient tree several feet above her. She looked up at the sculpted rock, the head larger then herself. Never had she seen such work in stone. Or, so much stone upon stone upon stone.

The images dislodged something in her, a memory of a myth told at her ancestral tribe. The Jackal Kings who sough to lay chains on Angur himself, the light of day. Punished for there arrogance... Could this have been where the tried to imprison the heavenly light? She always thought them oldmen's tales.

Then she looked at the broad furry shoulders of the otherworldly being leading in front of her. Its mane, upright tall jackal ears, and its thick grey tail swaying. She still felt fear, but also a reverent longing to touch its body. The strength that eminated with each easy stride, the animal smoothness of its movements...

The small group headed into the jungle, walking in the trail of the God leading the way. Sharub's eyes were almost constantly fixed to her Savior. Her God. The poor girl, after days of abuses and pain, had fonally found something able to give her survival, hope and joy; She found a new meaning in her life, she wanted to serve this God, so powerful and so true, following him for days and days, if so je desired, she would have been there...

With an extatic state of mind, She followed him, forgetting about Yhauna, she walked. Until the trees of the jungle started to grow, raising the canopy of several feets above their head, like a green cave under the sky. On the sides of the foothpath, stones and rocks appeared, like broken pottery on the ground aten by roots.

Huts and tree-trunks of stone appeared around them; what was this place and why did yhey were there, it was unknown. What mattered to her, was that He wished them to be there...