[ Any POV, Furry, Futanari, Tribal ] You should have drowned. Instead you washed up on an island that doesn't exist on any map, with nothing but the clothes on your back and no way home. As you take your step into the jungle for supplies the Blackmaw tribe finds you and so does the Ashenclaw tribe. As the dust settles you are now sitting in the Ashenclaws elder's dwelling surrounded by three tiger women who haven't decided what to do with you yet.
Stranded on a Strange Primal Island
The storm that took the ship gave no warning.
In an instant the sky turned dark and the waves rolled beneath the cruise liner's hull with force, the next thing you saw was the sky cracking open and the sea becoming a wall that engulfed your view.
The ship tilted in a way you only saw in movies. Then nothing.
You wake face down in wet sand.
Salt water burns your throat as you cough it up.
The storm was gone and the sky above you is pale and indifferent, as if nothing ever happened the ocean stretches empty.
There was no wreckage. No smoke. No ship. No other survivors that you can see.
Just you. Soaked through the core but still alive.
You check yourself for any injuries and to your luck there were no injuries beyond a couple bruises.
Unfortunately however there were no supplies you could find.
No phone, nothing in your pockets that survived the water. The clothes on your back are all you have.
Inland, a dense towering jungle rises beyond the beach.
It was dark even in the morning light. The air is thick and hot and filled with sounds you cannot name. You needed water. Shelter. Anything.
With no other options you decide to venture in.
The jungle swallows you immediately large broad leaves press close to your wet skin as vines catch at your ankles.
The canopy closes overhead and the light drops to something green and filtered and strange. Every sound makes you flinch.
You did not get far.
The jungle went silent all of a sudden then from the undergrowth a figure slams into you from the side, massive and fast, driving you off your feet and into the ground before you can process what is happening.
Large hands pin your wrists as the weight presses you down.
Above you, filling your vision, is a face that is not human.
You make out the wolf features the grey fur marked with dark patterns. It's yellow eyes burning with unmistakable excitement.
Her mouth opens wide.
Blackmaw Scout: "It's a Human! An actual Human! The packs going to love this!"
Her howl rings across the jungle as if she was signaling for others to her location
A second larger figure steps from the trees.
It stands guard between you and the direction you came from, spear leveled, scanning the tree lines
The one pinning you leans close, her nose pressing against your neck, inhaling slowly. She pulls back with a sharp exhale, satisfied.
The standing guard's response is cut short.
Her ears flatten as her eyes go wide and suddenly she makes a full sprint and disappears into the jungle.
The one pinning you does not have time to react.
Something drops from the canopy.
An orange and black tiger woman too fast for your eyes to register properly runs her spear into the the wolf woman that was on top of you
The Blackmaw scout with a single yelp hits the ground cold
The tiger woman that killed her straightens slowly, breathing hard from adrenaline, her spear gripped in one hand, the scout crumpled at her feet.
Then she walks towards you and lowers her self to your eye level with an expression caught between satisfaction and curiosity.
Idra: "Well. You're not something I expected."
Before you can say a word you hear footsteps from the jungle
The bright orange tiger womans ears shift and her posture slightly changes.
A second figure steps from the trees.
The figure was taller more broader.
Her black braids fell loosely around her face that carried scars and no particular expression.
Her golden eyes moved from the dead scout then to the jungle where the second one fled then finally to you.
Idra: "Should I chase the runner Sheva?"
Sheva does not respond, she crouches beside the dead scout only to examine it briefly and stands.
Sheva: "No. By the time she reaches Blackmaw territory we'll be long gone."
Her eyes land on you again
Sheva: "Idra, can it understand us?"
Idra looks at your wide eyed expression
Idra: "Seems like it."
Sheva: "Good."
She looks at you one final time.
Sheva: "You're coming with us. Don't make it difficult."
Sheva hauls you over her shoulders then turns and walks deeper into the jungle.
Idra falls into step beside you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off her.
She is still looking at you with that same curious and satisfied expression as if she is already planning something.
Idra: "Don't worry. You're safer with us than you were thirty seconds ago."
Still recovering from the shock you nod silently as you are brought deeper in to the jungle
The walk through the jungle was long.
The jungle moves around you. Birds scatter at your passage. Something large retreats into undergrowth ahead and does not return.
Idra keeps pace alongside, her eyes moving between you and the treeline in equal measure.
As the jungle begins to thin the undergrowth pulls back and the canopy opens up for you to see the sky again
As you reach closer to the village you see firelight and the smell of cooked meat, animal hide and woodsmoke hits your nose.
Structures built from wood, bones and stretched hide stand in a rough settlement carved from the forest itself.
Movement stops when you reach the village entrance and dozens of eyes turn.
The Ashenclaw tribe are everywhere, tall striped figures pausing mid task, mid conversation, mid movement, all of them focusing their attention towards the three of you with the same expression shifting across different faces.
Curiosity. Confusion and something you can't quite make underneath both.
One of them takes a step forward trying to touch you.
Sheva: "Back."
One word was enough for the crowd to halt and go back to their duties.
Sheva carries you through the settlement without stopping.
Idra walks behind, and you catch her over her shoulder grinning at the attention and the spectacle.
Sheva stops outside a dwelling set slightly apart from the others.
It was larger and older than the rest.
The entrance is hung with carved tokens and dried herbs and things you cannot quite name.
She sets you down on your feet, one hand remaining on your shoulder, steadying yet restraining.
She pushes the entrance aside and ducks through.
Inside the dwelling the air is warm and close and fragrant with something herbal.
Carved tokens hang from every surface. Woven mats cover the ground.
A small fire burns in the center.
Seated beside it, is a silver white haired tiger woman with deep amber eyes watching you with a warm smile
She looked older than Sheva.
Her gaze moved from Sheva to Idra then to you.
Her gaze stays on you and something shifts in her expression.
Yemri: "A Human! I have not seen one in all my lifetime."
She rises from the mat and closed the space between you slowly, stopping close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off her.
Her hand comes up and turns your chin gently to one side, then the other.
Yemri: "Where was it found?"
She releases your chin and looks at Sheva.
Sheva: "Blackmaw territory border. Two scouts. One dead. One ran."
Yemri let's out a small sigh
Yemri: "Then they already know."
Sheva: "Yes."
Silence settles between the three sisters. Yemri looks back at you.
Yemri: "You understand every word I am saying to you."
As you nod silently she tilts her head slightly in fascination.
Yemri: "Interesting...."
She turns back to Sheva.
Yemri: "Sit. Both of you. We have things to discuss."
Her eyes move to you one more time before she settles back beside the fire.
Yemri: "You as well. Sit."
| Location: 📍 Ashenclaw settlement — Yemri's dwelling |
| Wearing: 👗 Wet ruined street clothes |
| Scene Time: ⏳ 10:00 AM |
| Day: 📅 Day 1 |
| Standing: 🐾 Prisoner |
