cihue

arriving

gt rsutled//
leavesustled with a timely gust of wind, momentarily obscuring her scent from the
keen/nses of the dogs. Branches lowered just enough for her to slip through,
evading detection by the hunters. A hidden path revealed itself at the right
moment, guiding her away from her pursuers.
guiding her to hidden water sources and edible plants, sustaining her during
moments of rest.
creatures go silent so she listens

sudden torrential rainstorm erupted, shrouding the jungle in mist and confusion.
The downpour masked Cihue's scent,

spoke with conviction, wit the hunter?

//rrounding Cihue like a protective halo.//

for nixte as a halo as she appears in white like a divinity

cihue
arriving

She had slain several of them, but now that they were aware of her, the chase was
relntless, she was surprised that the remainng dogs hadntfound her yet,she had been
blessed several times, with rain pouring at the right moment that she neededto
conceal her sounds and run, it had also helped erasing her steps, this had ocurred
several times, it was harder for a hunter to folow his pray on the forest, but
easier for a prey as it just had to run anywhere away. they had pushed her far from
where she was going, now she was1,her hand unable to use a bow, she didnt even had
a bow, she could not get into anothe confrontation or they would kill her, they
were stronger, they were great fearsome warriors, it was a miracle that they hadnt
killed her yet after so many days,

she moved tru the forest like a wounded scared animal, she didnt knew how she could
rescue nixte, she had been foolish byt thinking that she could do it on her own.
but there was no other way, it would takemonths for her people to come looking for
her, she could not face the idea of loosing her, she had to be with her and her
joyful laugh once again. she knew that there were least 3 remainning hunters. more
than enough to kill her.during her sleep she had had a dream/representing artemisa
giving her the will to fight/when she woke up the deer in front of her, majestic ,
the deer had given her the certainty that nixte was alive and a fire started
growing and roaring with more and more fury, her hand didnt even hurt that much
anymore, she thought that she may even be able to use it for the knife, she found a
mount/slope where she thought the dogs would not be able to cut tru, they would
have to go around untill they found a road. it would be a big risk, being so close
to them, quickly surround her from diferent sides, but she had some advantage on a
higher ground, when the dogs got the mount and started furiously barking and
jumping on it pointing on her direction, she waited, and then she saw a head appear
on the edge,carefully and slowly, but she had been waiting for them, she had
practiced the shot several times, the wind luckily enough was going towards them,
she shot him in the face,he grunted and then disapeared, it took them a moment to
start surrounding the hill, she knew because she herd the dog growl from every now
and then. she crawled trought the space that she had already traced, covered by
trees and fallen ones she got to her next spot,[she crawled hastily with hands and
feet like a wild rabid/fierce wild animal, the /cervatana/ on her mouth, ] and she
waited, when he saw them appear/she reuses a trap that she finds? to stall them/
she shots one of them, then she turns around and sprints back, keeping low and runs
to the edge where she had shot one of the men,and jumps down, she rolls on the
floor,right next to the first one, he is laying on the floor barely alive, she
kicks his sword out of the way to grab his /bow and carcaj, / sword
[before jumping she crwals and make sure theres no one around other that the
wounded men, she hangs from the ledge, stepping on roots that are coming out of the
wall of earth, just her head looming bove the edge,she sees the dogs running trough
her, barking, but she is looking for the hunter. she has the [in her hand], she
sees a shadow hastily moving between the trees behind the dogs, he stays far and
blends with a tree
behind

Cihue would not be able to take him, the dogs get meancingly close, she lowers
herself, hanging on the branches, after getting the sword that she had left waiting
for her on the edge, with the long sword pointing to the wolves waiting for them,
resting on the grass, when she saw them get to the edge, she barely lifting her
head above the edge as she feared being pierced by the hunters arrow, the three
hellish dogs arrived, she recoiled as she lowered herself and then she
pierced/shot with her sowrd and stabbed a hound in the chest, they were already on
the ledge trying to reach her as 312 947 2986 she pulled her arm as fast as she
could, as she was quilcky pulled her head back, one of the dogs nearly bited her
face/283 parry st pensilvania wilerry,187 02 one of the muzzles nearly closed on
her face, hounds from /hell/ were furiously reaching with their muzzles, growling,
spit foaming in their mouths, their paws and their heads hesitating to go down,
they were reaching to her left hand that was holding unto the branch almost at the
ledge, she had wanted to stay as close as she deemed safe hoping that they would
stay on top,
as soon as her arm was retracted again /use language that refers to animals/ she
aimed at a new dog and pierced his neck with the tip of the sword , he whined and
jumped back, a third dog impatient/craving for her flesh let himself fall towards
her, she tried to /hid her face/, she felt his red fangs stab on her shoulder and
rip trough her shoulder blade /, she yelled in pain as she coiled,she
instinctivaley raised her lower leg, she felt the dog trying to grasp her boot as
she tried to raised her body and make herself more paralel to the edge,the hunter
would be on her at any moment, /a few feet away from the dogs most likely/she had
to kill this damn hound, she raised her left leg to hook it on the ledge, her left
arm was pulsating with effort, exhausted / with the dog getting at her foot/ and
inclined her upper body as much as she could while she swang the sword downwards
to the hounds face, she cut him but not fatally, he squealed and moved back for a
moment, she could not wait any longer, she throws herself to the ground as far away
as she could from the wolf/he looks and feels like a wolf/ she rounds on the
floor/ as soon as she lands the bloody hellish wolf darts at her, she was /very
close to him/ she turns as she ends falling as she swangs the heavy sword, the pain
in her hand and in her shoulderblade sting her and challenge her, but she is filled
witha a murderuous rage, she shouts as she /drags/ the heavy sword, but it moves
very slowly, the wolf is almost on her, he is jumping on her, gracefully and
menacing with her fierce bloody fangs.she wont finish her stroke on time, but a
sudden murderous rage fills her lungs and her self as she shouts, ignoring the pain
and discomfort and exhaustion, she slashes trough the/ she thrusts the blade on its
neck with swelling/ burning fire, blood spurting as she slices , he fells at his
feet, his head hanging by a thread/still moving/. she turns to face the slope,
throwing the blade and getting the shield fro her back

[she jumps to the ground and jumps on the wounded dog with her knife,rolling with
him on the ground, while he furiously stabs him, {while swinging and inuring the
wolf she looses the swor, her hand is injured, she drops and finishes him off with
the sword, savagely, then she turns to see the last wolf jumping she sees last
wolf, she grabs the sword,/rolls to grab it and starts swingin, the problem is that
this is already a long time ]
[she retrieves the sword and round wooden shield form the las fallen guy/
she turns to face the slope, throwing the blade and getting the shield of her
back, she quickly starts
falling back, making herself small/ frightfully/carefully / peeking around the
shield tensely, she saw the green shadow on the right looming over her/ two/ feet
away from the wolves,she barely had tme to move the shield to cover as the arrow
was already flying to her/ the arrow made a tud agianst the shield, she changed
the direction of her body to face him while almost squatting, [as she was backing
down she lost her foot falling to her back, she inmediately lowered the shield to
cover, this time it the shot came from the center, [she constanlty was carefully
peeking around the shield to see him moving acorss the slope tryng to flank her, ]
she moved across trees tryng to get lost on the jungle vegetation,

[an airstream moved the vegetation around her, she felt a lighting cut above her
foot , the pain in the shoulder made a penance to carry the shield.

then she heard the dogs from the hunters direction, she carefully started going
forwards until she saw a sword swinging above the slope, she could hear the wolves
calling and growling, then the hunter, the hunter turned to the edge and jumped
one dog attached to him...

a terrible storm breaks out , thunder roaring in the sky. while the fight
intensifies every weather ocurrence that could hinder a hunt, ocurred.

gt
The rain made tracking difficult, and the mud obscured Cihue's trail, allowing her
to leave false leads.
Birds squawked, warning her of the approaching dange
using the gods' subtle signals to anticipate his movements.

she found a pack of wild dogs ina clear, they were making their calls, and playing,
they fought, one chased its tale. when two of them aproached her, they just sniffed
at her and greeted her.From where she was from there were similar dogs, small but
incredibly violent and smart. they seemed incocent when they were fooling around,
but they could be cruel hunters. but not these, they just stayed close to her,she
pulled out a rodent that she had saved on her pocket and offered it to them,they
started chowing at it with not much emotion, the rest came, they were a lot of
them, they were all curious about her, they would be following her from a few
feets away, like little children ,curious.[she knew that behind their playful
apeareance layed /cruel and unforgiving killers]

They all hunted and eat together. They would let her know if their dogs aproached.

they all run away in unison from the hunters, and then stalk them back in surprise
attacks, they would be fierce in battle even though small, they would discover
tracks, pursue scents and stay alert while she rested and healed herself. she once
had tried to heal one of them, that had a huge missing chunk on its back, but he
had reacted violently showing its teeth, they were not his, they were all together
in /hunting.

ar first she thought that they would be a problem following her, but they would all
lower their heads to cover with the weed, just as she threw herself on the ground,
they will/ too, dragging themselves on the earth, she didnt knew if they were just
playing around or /if they were taking it as serious as her./
to them the constant state of danger and being prayed upon and alterning
to hunting was their natural state, they were always relaxed.

/they act like very intelligent creatures, almost human like/

at some point she gets possesed by the spirit of a wild fierce animal, demonlike
she wauts for them.

//"when he fights he is like possesed by a demon" she can be possesed by a wild

animal spirit//

she kills them and then fights the three dogs.maybe she gets
ona tree and shoots them or she fights them with her knives.

/his is before all the action/

1
when she finally arrives to the place she stalks them from the grass and the trees,
they have dogs, so she always has to position herself where the wind doestn carry
her smell,/ lets the dog got used to her? she starts closing in and
last night she had witnessed nixte in a ritual away on the jungle they had a number
of people to serve as sacrifice, she gets close and shots them form the dark, then
she goes and frees all of them , and lets them run loose, some oddly just stay
there, hopeless,cihue nixte screams
she takes her to the jungle where they hide, they came with dogs and starting going
after everyone, chasing them trough the jungle

or she infilters the temple/ and rescues her, they both get away,

she heals herself with the potions made by nixte, she wraps her up.

For days she layed on the earth,covered by the overwhelming/surrounding/ vegetation

barely moving. she observed the comings and goings of their mighty warriors, they
were each of them stronger more skillful and more fiersome than her,/ if she had
killed many of them and escaped them was some kind of a miracle,/ and they were
more of them and she was injured, the most critical injury was the one on her
shoulder, it had bled a lot, and it somehow impided her arm movements, her hand
was also cut, she could not be as dexterous as she ussually was,/ not that she
wasnt used to being cut, bruised and worrying for her injuries may become infected
or she may have lost to much blood and she could fall under a terrible fever that
would take her life, also discomfort and hunger like the ones that she felt in that
moment had always been a a part of warring.

//
but she willfully accepted the terrible pain, the fear of death, the cold and the
fasting as there; in
that brutal penance there was a /joy and a raging fire that filled her entire
self/chest.
God was content with her work/, every drop of blood spilled in furious battle with
bravery honored her. she had guided her hands and her fingers, and had sharpened
her senses, given her strenght in her legs, had brighted her mind; her nourishment
trough that crucible that had lasted for days had been gods fire.//

the field of battle and the hunting grounds were her shrine. And since the Gods
have an unquenchable thirst for adoration and praise, she would continue to water/
their creation/the earth and the vegetation and herself with warm blood.

/////the gods have this unquenchable thirst///

/Not that having her hand intact would not make her able to take them on a face to
face battle. she still would have had to find a way to use her wit to pass them
or overpower them.
the cut on her cheek had worried her, even though it wasnt deep, she hasnt looked
at herself in days, how bad would it be the scar?/ how does she will look
afterwards with it/, she wondered, would nixte still find her pretty? she had
praised her strong arms and her strong abdomen and her legs, she would always find
a moment to /to anounce how beautiful and how athletic/strong and what a great
warrior she was/ let her know that she thought her captivating and that she had
a beautiful face./

nixte was really beautiful, her face, her voluptuous yet firm body, her eyes always
painted in such a masterful matter that gave them a darker shade, warmer colors to
her face, her lips always deep and pink/dark, her perfectly fitting gown that
accentuated her every part from the thigs, the abdomen her hips her buttocks and
her firm breasts, it didnt seemed designed to encite and start passions, it was a
pure white gown that priestesses devoted to the gods wore, giving her a virginal
aura, and therefore making her even more desirable. she was like a tornado wherever
she went, men would stare at her almost with religious fervor/awe, women would
admire her and cherish/idolize her ethereal beauty, those who had the chance of
listening to her voice felt as if they were given sacred gift, kids would go out to
meet her and cherish her, fullfilled and happy that she had saluted them and talked
to them.

nevertheless she didnt seemed to ever pay special attention to anybody, she had
never seen her truly interested in anyone; other than her. she would always had her
attention, trying to make her talk something about her hometown, some hunting
anecdote, battling where she had emerged victorious, she would listen with her
worried face and cover her mouth at the most thrilling parts, she seemed to admired
her, was it because she was her traveling companion? her only friend and confidant
for the last and upcoming months to come? she had trusted her very soon, she seemed
to find comfort on her, she seemed to feel guarded and safe when she was with her.

from time to time, she would deliberetaly get undressed in front of her, before
going to bed, or she would sleep naked, her attitude was like saying we are both
women and we are friends, we share this room so this is normal,

one ocasion she told her that she could not sleep and asked her to sleep with her,
she pleaded like a sad girl, she had huged her.

But in some roles would reverse, nixte would be the loving, servicing, tender
motherly figure, she would do for her all the things mothers did for their childs
and/husbands/ and she would do it gladly, althought not with a lack of anoyance to
cihues disorderly manners. /she enjoyed/ to give herself to others, specially to
her. always atent with what food she liked and

they would sit on the steps of a porch of a host that had welcomed them for the
day,herslef eating or crafting and nixte on the step below her, while she braided
her /hair/ and she teased telling childish and silly made up stories of this
curious creature or that great hunter,/ /, in a very low , sweet//sharp/ and
/playful voice using her braids to imitate/theatre language/ play the walking or
hoping of the character and pulling her hair when someting unexpected happened and
she would gasp "Ahhhh" and cheerfully say the /stupid/ lines of the rabbit or
nymph/ and would giggle at cihues anoyance.

or whatever nonsense she was talking about/

their characters would always be females

c would ask her to stop, but she wouldnt listen. but the truth was that listening
to her stories// bathed her with peace and warmed her heart.,//Back then she had
overlooked it/ but now she knew.//

cihue
arriving

gt rsutled//
leavesustled with a timely gust of wind, momentarily obscuring her scent from the
keen/nses of the dogs. Branches lowered just enough for her to slip through,
evading detection by the hunters. A hidden path revealed itself at the right
moment, guiding her away from her pursuers.
guiding her to hidden water sources and edible plants, sustaining her during
moments of rest.
creatures go silent so she listens

sudden torrential rainstorm erupted, shrouding the jungle in mist and confusion.
The downpour masked Cihue's scent,

spoke with conviction, wit the hunter?

//rrounding Cihue like a protective halo.//

for nixte as a halo as she appears in white like a divinity

cihue
arriving

She had slain several of them, but now that they were aware of her, the chase was
relntless, she was surprised that the remainng dogs hadntfound her yet,she had been
blessed several times, with rain pouring at the right moment that she neededto
conceal her sounds and run, it had also helped erasing her steps, this had ocurred
several times, it was harder for a hunter to folow his pray on the forest, but
easier for a prey as it just had to run anywhere away. they had pushed her far from
where she was going, now she was1,her hand unable to use a bow, she didnt even had
a bow, she could not get into anothe confrontation or they would kill her, they
were stronger, they were great fearsome warriors, it was a miracle that they hadnt
killed her yet after so many days,
she moved tru the forest like a wounded scared animal, she didnt knew how she could
rescue nixte, she had been foolish byt thinking that she could do it on her own.
but there was no other way, it would takemonths for her people to come looking for
her, she could not face the idea of loosing her, she had to be with her and her
joyful laugh once again. she knew that there were least 3 remainning hunters. more
than enough to kill her.during her sleep she had had a dream/representing artemisa
giving her the will to fight/when she woke up the deer in front of her, majestic ,
the deer had given her the certainty that nixte was alive and a fire started
growing and roaring with more and more fury, her hand didnt even hurt that much
anymore, she thought that she may even be able to use it for the knife, she found a
mount/slope where she thought the dogs would not be able to cut tru, they would
have to go around untill they found a road. it would be a big risk, being so close
to them, quickly surround her from diferent sides, but she had some advantage on a
higher ground, when the dogs got the mount and started furiously barking and
jumping on it pointing on her direction, she waited, and then she saw a head appear
on the edge,carefully and slowly, but she had been waiting for them, she had
practiced the shot several times, the wind luckily enough was going towards them,
she shot him in the face,he grunted and then disapeared, it took them a moment to
start surrounding the hill, she knew because she herd the dog growl from every now
and then. she crawled trought the space that she had already traced, covered by
trees and fallen ones she got to her next spot,[she crawled hastily with hands and
feet like a wild rabid/fierce wild animal, the /cervatana/ on her mouth, ] and she
waited, when he saw them appear/she reuses a trap that she finds? to stall them/
she shots one of them, then she turns around and sprints back, keeping low and runs
to the edge where she had shot one of the men,and jumps down, she rolls on the
floor,right next to the first one, he is laying on the floor barely alive, she
kicks his sword out of the way to grab his /bow and carcaj, / sword
[before jumping she crwals and make sure theres no one around other that the
wounded men, she hangs from the ledge, stepping on roots that are coming out of the
wall of earth, just her head looming bove the edge,she sees the dogs running trough
her, barking, but she is looking for the hunter. she has the [in her hand], she
sees a shadow hastily moving between the trees behind the dogs, he stays far and
blends with a tree
behind

Cihue would not be able to take him, the dogs get meancingly close, she lowers
herself, hanging on the branches, after getting the sword that she had left waiting
for her on the edge, with the long sword pointing to the wolves waiting for them,
resting on the grass, when she saw them get to the edge, she barely lifting her
head above the edge as she feared being pierced by the hunters arrow, the three
hellish dogs arrived, she recoiled as she lowered herself and then she
pierced/shot with her sowrd and stabbed a hound in the chest, they were already on
the ledge trying to reach her as 312 947 2986 she pulled her arm as fast as she
could, as she was quilcky pulled her head back, one of the dogs nearly bited her
face/283 parry st pensilvania wilerry,187 02 one of the muzzles nearly closed on
her face, hounds from /hell/ were furiously reaching with their muzzles, growling,
spit foaming in their mouths, their paws and their heads hesitating to go down,
they were reaching to her left hand that was holding unto the branch almost at the
ledge, she had wanted to stay as close as she deemed safe hoping that they would
stay on top,
as soon as her arm was retracted again /use language that refers to animals/ she
aimed at a new dog and pierced his neck with the tip of the sword , he whined and
jumped back, a third dog impatient/craving for her flesh let himself fall towards
her, she tried to /hid her face/, she felt his red fangs stab on her shoulder and
rip trough her shoulder blade /, she yelled in pain as she coiled,she
instinctivaley raised her lower leg, she felt the dog trying to grasp her boot as
she tried to raised her body and make herself more paralel to the edge,the hunter
would be on her at any moment, /a few feet away from the dogs most likely/she had
to kill this damn hound, she raised her left leg to hook it on the ledge, her left
arm was pulsating with effort, exhausted / with the dog getting at her foot/ and
inclined her upper body as much as she could while she swang the sword downwards
to the hounds face, she cut him but not fatally, he squealed and moved back for a
moment, she could not wait any longer, she throws herself to the ground as far away
as she could from the wolf/he looks and feels like a wolf/ she rounds on the
floor/ as soon as she lands the bloody hellish wolf darts at her, she was /very
close to him/ she turns as she ends falling as she swangs the heavy sword, the pain
in her hand and in her shoulderblade sting her and challenge her, but she is filled
witha a murderuous rage, she shouts as she /drags/ the heavy sword, but it moves
very slowly, the wolf is almost on her, he is jumping on her, gracefully and
menacing with her fierce bloody fangs.she wont finish her stroke on time, but a
sudden murderous rage fills her lungs and her self as she shouts, ignoring the pain
and discomfort and exhaustion, she slashes trough the/ she thrusts the blade on its
neck with swelling/ burning fire, blood spurting as she slices , he fells at his
feet, his head hanging by a thread/still moving/. she turns to face the slope,
throwing the blade and getting the shield fro her back

[she jumps to the ground and jumps on the wounded dog with her knife,rolling with
him on the ground, while he furiously stabs him, {while swinging and inuring the
wolf she looses the swor, her hand is injured, she drops and finishes him off with
the sword, savagely, then she turns to see the last wolf jumping she sees last
wolf, she grabs the sword,/rolls to grab it and starts swingin, the problem is that
this is already a long time ]

[she retrieves the sword and round wooden shield form the las fallen guy/
she turns to face the slope, throwing the blade and getting the shield of her
back, she quickly starts
falling back, making herself small/ frightfully/carefully / peeking around the
shield tensely, she saw the green shadow on the right looming over her/ two/ feet
away from the wolves,she barely had tme to move the shield to cover as the arrow
was already flying to her/ the arrow made a tud agianst the shield, she changed
the direction of her body to face him while almost squatting, [as she was backing
down she lost her foot falling to her back, she inmediately lowered the shield to
cover, this time it the shot came from the center, [she constanlty was carefully
peeking around the shield to see him moving acorss the slope tryng to flank her, ]
she moved across trees tryng to get lost on the jungle vegetation,

[an airstream moved the vegetation around her, she felt a lighting cut above her
foot , the pain in the shoulder made a penance to carry the shield.

then she heard the dogs from the hunters direction, she carefully started going
forwards until she saw a sword swinging above the slope, she could hear the wolves
calling and growling, then the hunter, the hunter turned to the edge and jumped
one dog attached to him...

a terrible storm breaks out , thunder roaring in the sky. while the fight
intensifies every weather ocurrence that could hinder a hunt, ocurred.

gt
The rain made tracking difficult, and the mud obscured Cihue's trail, allowing her
to leave false leads.
Birds squawked, warning her of the approaching dange
using the gods' subtle signals to anticipate his movements.
she found a pack of wild dogs ina clear, they were making their calls, and playing,
they fought, one chased its tale. when two of them aproached her, they just sniffed
at her and greeted her.From where she was from there were similar dogs, small but
incredibly violent and smart. they seemed incocent when they were fooling around,
but they could be cruel hunters. but not these, they just stayed close to her,she
pulled out a rodent that she had saved on her pocket and offered it to them,they
started chowing at it with not much emotion, the rest came, they were a lot of
them, they were all curious about her, they would be following her from a few
feets away, like little children ,curious.[she knew that behind their playful
apeareance layed /cruel and unforgiving killers]

They all hunted and eat together. They would let her know if their dogs aproached.

they all run away in unison from the hunters, and then stalk them back in surprise
attacks, they would be fierce in battle even though small, they would discover
tracks, pursue scents and stay alert while she rested and healed herself. she once
had tried to heal one of them, that had a huge missing chunk on its back, but he
had reacted violently showing its teeth, they were not his, they were all together
in /hunting.

ar first she thought that they would be a problem following her, but they would all
lower their heads to cover with the weed, just as she threw herself on the ground,
they will/ too, dragging themselves on the earth, she didnt knew if they were just
playing around or /if they were taking it as serious as her./
to them the constant state of danger and being prayed upon and alterning
to hunting was their natural state, they were always relaxed.

anemia

/they act like very intelligent creatures, almost human like/

at some point she gets possesed by the spirit of a wild fierce animal, demonlike
she wauts for them.

//"when he fights he is like possesed by a demon" she can be possesed by a wild

animal spirit//

she kills them and then fights the three dogs.maybe she gets
ona tree and shoots them or she fights them with her knives.

/his is before all the action/

1
when she finally arrives to the place she stalks them from the grass and the trees,
they have dogs, so she always has to position herself where the wind doestn carry
her smell,/ lets the dog got used to her? she starts closing in and
last night she had witnessed nixte in a ritual away on the jungle they had a number
of people to serve as sacrifice, she gets close and shots them form the dark, then
she goes and frees all of them , and lets them run loose, some oddly just stay
there, hopeless,cihue nixte screams
she takes her to the jungle where they hide, they came with dogs and starting going
after everyone, chasing them trough the jungle
 or she infilters the temple/ and rescues her, they both get away,

she heals herself with the potions made by nixte, she wraps her up.

For days she layed on the earth,covered by the overwhelming/surrounding/ vegetation

barely moving. she observed the comings and goings of their mighty warriors, they
were each of them stronger more skillful and more fiersome than her,/ if she had
killed many of them and escaped them was some kind of a miracle,/ and they were
more of them and she was injured, the most critical injury was the one on her
shoulder, it had bled a lot, and it somehow impided her arm movements, her hand
was also cut, she could not be as dexterous as she ussually was,/ not that she
wasnt used to being cut, bruised and worrying for her injuries may become infected
or she may have lost to much blood and she could fall under a terrible fever that
would take her life, also discomfort and hunger like the ones that she felt in that
moment had always been a a part of warring.

//
but she willfully accepted the terrible pain, the fear of death, the cold and the
fasting as there; in
that brutal penance there was a /joy and a raging fire that filled her entire
self/chest.
God was content with her work/, every drop of blood spilled in furious battle with
bravery honored her. she had guided her hands and her fingers, and had sharpened
her senses, given her strenght in her legs, had brighted her mind; her nourishment
trough that crucible that had lasted for days had been gods fire.//

the field of battle and the hunting grounds were her shrine. And since the Gods
have an unquenchable thirst for adoration and praise, she would continue to water/
their creation/the earth and the vegetation and herself with warm blood.

/////the gods have this unquenchable thirst///

/Not that having her hand intact would not make her able to take them on a face to
face battle. she still would have had to find a way to use her wit to pass them
or overpower them.
the cut on her cheek had worried her, even though it wasnt deep, she hasnt looked
at herself in days, how bad would it be the scar?/ how does she will look
afterwards with it/, she wondered, would nixte still find her pretty? she had
praised her strong arms and her strong abdomen and her legs, she would always find
a moment to /to anounce how beautiful and how athletic/strong and what a great
warrior she was/ let her know that she thought her captivating and that she had
a beautiful face./

nixte was really beautiful, her face, her voluptuous yet firm body, her eyes always
painted in such a masterful matter that gave them a darker shade, warmer colors to
her face, her lips always deep and pink/dark, her perfectly fitting gown that
accentuated her every part from the thigs, the abdomen her hips her buttocks and
her firm breasts, it didnt seemed designed to encite and start passions, it was a
pure white gown that priestesses devoted to the gods wore, giving her a virginal
aura, and therefore making her even more desirable. she was like a tornado wherever
she went, men would stare at her almost with religious fervor/awe, women would
admire her and cherish/idolize her ethereal beauty, those who had the chance of
listening to her voice felt as if they were given sacred gift, kids would go out to
meet her and cherish her, fullfilled and happy that she had saluted them and talked
to them.
nevertheless she didnt seemed to ever pay special attention to anybody, she had
never seen her truly interested in anyone; other than her. she would always had her
attention, trying to make her talk something about her hometown, some hunting
anecdote, battling where she had emerged victorious, she would listen with her
worried face and cover her mouth at the most thrilling parts, she seemed to admired
her, was it because she was her traveling companion? her only friend and confidant
for the last and upcoming months to come? she had trusted her very soon, she seemed
to find comfort on her, she seemed to feel guarded and safe when she was with her.

from time to time, she would deliberetaly get undressed in front of her, before
going to bed, or she would sleep naked, her attitude was like saying we are both
women and we are friends, we share this room so this is normal,

one ocasion she told her that she could not sleep and asked her to sleep with her,
she pleaded like a sad girl, she had huged her.

But in some roles would reverse, nixte would be the loving, servicing, tender
motherly figure, she would do for her all the things mothers did for their childs
and/husbands/ and she would do it gladly, althought not with a lack of anoyance to
cihues disorderly manners. /she enjoyed/ to give herself to others, specially to
her. always atent with what food she liked and

they would sit on the steps of a porch of a host that had welcomed them for the
day,herslef eating or crafting and nixte on the step below her, while she braided
her /hair/ and she teased telling childish and silly made up stories of this
curious creature or that great hunter,/ /, in a very low , sweet//sharp/ and
/playful voice using her braids to imitate/theatre language/ play the walking or
hoping of the character and pulling her hair when someting unexpected happened;
she would gasp "Ahhhh" and cheerfully say the /stupid/ lines of the rabbit or
nymph/ and would giggle at cihues anoyance.

or whatever nonsense she was talking about/

their characters would always be females

c would ask her to stop, but she wouldnt listen. but the truth was that listening
to her stories// bathed her with peace and warmed her heart.,//Back then she had
overlooked it/ but now she knew.//

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nixte
on a chair/wheelchair/ rocking back and forth maddened grasping her hair,rigid
legs
cihue takes her care of her as she is confined on her chambers of the palace, they
kept giving her a tonic that had her in that state while they ruled her nation. not
that they had caused her madness ,she had fallen on it by her own grief./they had
plotted to help her get there trough suggestions and reminding her her daughter.
when she recovers with cihues help, cihue comes down and murders everyone on their
council, for nixte to be acceptd by the people she makes great signs to everyones
awe, people cry upon her sight.
they rule together, cihue all dressed in golden and white robes takes part of the
administrative part and the warring part, trining herself their young warriors.
nixtes vision focused on the horizon
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cihue

she once saw nixte, she was not in chains/ she walked with them.
In dreams again she had told her to come for her, but to not to worry that she was
fine.she saw herself inside of a temple intertwined by old trees.,

she waited for the night to come , she slithered her way trough the dense
vegetation, [she had come back to the river to bathe herself in mud, as the temple
was in a clearing surrounded mostly by earth] her sounds and movements mimicking
the ones of the animals and the jungle. She got to the rock temple, and merged with
the shadows in the corners,[ the whole temple was intertwined with threes and
roots]

when she found a tree tall enough and that its treetop was hidden enough in shade,
she climbed and hid with the help of iron spikes on her boots from the hunters.she
waited there hidden she could not take any more days, reinforcements could arrive
from the town any day from now.But she could not rush, she waited. She saw nixte
walk right beneath her with a druid, nixte spoked in a low voice, at some point she
slightly raised her voice to say "this horrors have to stop, tonight i will
liberate your order and myself from comitting this profanities, our soul has
already been soiled enoug"[and all these miserable incocent] "I agree, then lts
open the gates/and dwelve into infinite knowledge that is awaiting for us"/
finally open the gates. he answered. a congregation of men wearing similar white
robes followed them outside , they were followed by four warriors.

she followed their footsteps from the floor and then with her gaze trough the
branches above them, they didnt had torches with them. They should be weary of her,
the fact that their hunters didnt came back must have put them on a vigil state.

when they arrived to the sacred markland, she saw them getting several women and
some men into a wood man, they would go up the stairs and cramp themselves into the
wooden structure, some quietly whimpered, most just /silently accepted/. when they
finished there were arms and legs coming out of every part of the wooden idol.

nixte and the druids did the ritual, cihue felt her heart sink when she saw nixte
partaking in such a horrendous act.
They lit up the pyre and the screams started, the flames quiqkly raised to the arms
and the head of the giant as the screams and howls intensified and filled the air.
some words in foregin toungues could be heard, they pleaded. The flames started to
furiously whirl within the same giant, it was like a fire tornado spinning around
every limb of the giant and going up from the legs.

cihue came down the tree, even the warriors were astounded for a moment with the
macabre spectacle, she got behind the line of doomed/terrrified people that awaited
in line their turn tied hands and feet and all tied by the neck , there was a guard
next to them,

she put her hand on the mouth of the last one and whispered her to keep silent and
that she would make them free.

1 she stung him with a poisoned dart and put him in a chokehold
and quickly lowered him to the floor, turned him , her on top of him and covered
him with her with her greenish cloack, when he was dead, she slowly got up and
dragged him and hid it behind the tree. [she hastuliy and silently lowered him
before he could kick the leafs with his feet,]

it was a very beautiful young faired skinned woman with red hair, it would be/ such
a waste for her or any other to die/.

all are wearing just a piece of cloth covering their sex that was roughly ripped
before been sent to the pyre.

she cut her strains armed her with a knife, , she told her to wait for a moment
before running away and got back on the treetop.

su went back up in the three, the guard that had been riping their clothes off and
guiduing them to the pyre was walking towards the condemned, he was calling his
fallen comrade. The girl turned and started running away, 1 he pursued her and
quickly catched on to her and violently threw her on the ground, he took the knife
away and was asking her something while shouting as he waved the knife in her
face,punching her face, he had his knee on her neck while he looked around with his
bow, he called his ready as he shouted to the rest, another two came running, one
yelled to the line of scared offerings, the other 2 stayed next to the druids and
nixte,/ that havent moved.
the two that had arrived started searching around, one quilcky found the prints of
the dragged body ,before he could call the
others she shot him in the throat/ the one next to him inmediatley aimed at her
direction, while she got her next arrow ready, he heard him run to the tree, he was
climbing, the one with the girl now surrended the tree aiming at her hideout,

]they went running, turning to the threecup and throw a torch on top of it,[

[growling and dog sqeals and screams and curses of men filled the air now, she
loked back and saw the wild dogs tearing at the two hunters that fought for their
life.