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Stevan29 — Tribal-Taur p1-3 lines
Published: 2013-07-03 20:40:35 +0000 UTC; Views: 8113; Favourites: 51; Downloads: 0
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The start of another sequence that I probably will never have time to colour. Story Below.*****
She was leading her first expedition into the deepest reaches of the
jungle. From a hill they had glimpsed the ruined temple and set off,
hacking their way through the thick undergrowth. Hot and sweaty, her
small team approached their target with a sense of excitement. What
treasures lay within? They didn't notice the tribesmen hidden all
around, aiming blowpipes at each of her team.
PHUUTT!! The first dart hit one of the men carrying their radio equipment. He
collapsed to the ground smashing the delicate machinery. The noise
made everyone spin round, and look warily into the trees. PHUTT!!
Another dart found its target. PHHUUT! Soon her entire team was
struck down, unconscious or dead, she could not tell. She prepared
herself for the dart with her name on it and didn't have to wait long.
POOT!! The poisoned dart hit her in the buttock, making her cry out
in rage and pain.
The poison surged through her blood stream, making her feel dizzy and
light headed. Her feet felt strange, making her stumble against a
nearby tree. She expected to pass out at any moment, but the darkness
never came. Instead a weird pain formed at the base of her spine.
Looking downwards she saw that a clump of hair seemed to be attached
to the back of her shorts, no doubt a cruel joke from the hidden
tribe.
