Somewhere amidst the jungles and some ruins somewhere in Skull Island...midnight a few weeks later...
In the Pompei like structure,Nena awakes from a vivid dream. She doesn't recall the dream but when she trys to wake up the mysterious mystic whom she's been with for months it seems; she let's out a soft squeal and takes his blanket and covers him. Nena grabs his sheath weapon and ties around her back. She's dress still in her yellow thong slingbikini which brought out her wonderful fine curves from her buxem hardbod.
Fully awake Nena ventures and strikes out into the unknown. That unknown of Skull Island frequently scares and facinates her at the sametime. She weaves her way out of the ruins very easily. She has no idea what lays ahead and she doesn't care for her survival is more on her mind. Still this island has had a lot of surprises and a lot of unknowns.
"I just need something to ride," she murmurs softly. She forges still into the jungle and for several hours she follows a real bizarre path. By dawn she makes it toward the end of the jungle and she hits by a surprise: before her are tall grassblades and tall tropical flowers. Nena steps into the strange land and she feels like it's Land of the Giants. She follows the path and removes her weapon. Thus far she hasn't seen a huge footprint. But this early morning she's lost again and it seems the island does this to her and her senses.
"Damn" She murmurs.
The tall slim grassblades stretch endlessly as if there's no end. Still the unknowns of the world scare her. Already she feels small how small she doesn't know but she continures,she feels some water under her barefeet. She looks around the new diminisional land. She has no idea but there's still that sensation of being watched.
Being watch it spooks her.
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