Brenn sighed contently as she drew him into a warm embrace, and he returned it, crouching over slightly to compensate for the large height difference between them. He held her close until she pulled back slightly, his eyes moving slowly to lock onto her own, and that's where they stayed. A genuine smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, lifting one side of his plump lips up into a half-cocked grin. “I’m fine, Aphra,” he said. His hands smoothed down her back slowly before resting on her slender hips where they stayed. They were both filthy but that didn't matter. The excitement - at least for him - was overflowing and casting a shadow over any negatives that may have been floating about. “Are<i>you</i>alright, sister?” He asked whilst one hand came up to brush away stray locks of her long hair that partially blocked her face. It was a pretty face, much like his own, but more delicate and womanly. “Come and look,” he said and turned some, a hand falling to grab hers, his thick digits threading through her slender fingers.<br/><br/>When he pushed through the door, a large orange sun painted a warm palette of colors that spread across the dark sky. His eyes stayed on them, admiring the view until the shine became too much and ‘water’ began to leak from his ducts. He looked away, harsh contrasting artifacts strewn about his vision, slowly fading. Brenn and Aphra didn't have significant roles on the ship. They were more or less just ‘along for the ride’. They hadn't even had enough money to pay for passage across the water but Brenn had offered his services to the captain and struck a deal with the old man.<br/><br/>The new world looked a lot like the old one to Brenn. The only thing lacking was towns. The forests were thick and green and seemed to stretch on forever. It had an ominous sort of look to it that, for some reason, brought on a fit of goosebumps that spread through the pale skin of his arms. He clutched Aprha’s hand and led her off of the ship and down onto the cool sand of their water home.<br/><br/>There were people all around. One man had a manifesto and lined up in front of him was a single file row of people. He was taking their names, age and the same from any and all members or their family, if they had any. Brenn stepped into that line, pulling Aphra in front of him in a protective act. The man before them was conducting something that they referred to as a census. Not only was it that but he was also sorting them for housing. They home's in the small village they now called home we small and, honestly, underwhelming. They had left their country with little supplies and were expected to make due what they were provided. If additional provisions were needed then they were expected to work the land and perhaps trade with the natives. That proved to be easier said than done. The land was hard to work, and with their lack of tools, it became a dreadfully slow and tedious process. The natives were no help either. In the entire two months the first settlers had been there, the natives had kept their distance and not insisted in any way. In fact, the only words spoken between the two vastly different people were unintelligible to the settlers.<br/><br/><i>“...Haec terra, in maledictione reputabitur…”</i>it sounded grave, but when one lacked a proper understanding of words, they lacked weight.<br/><br/>The disappearances had started just two weeks in. The first one was a man by the name of Alexander. He was a hard worker with a strong back that liked to overindulge in spirits. One night after a long, hard day of work, he was seen sitting at a table just outside his home with a half empty bottle in hand. He was talking, to himself maybe. Nobody attested to seeing another soul there, yet he was carrying on, laughing, smiling as carefree as a child would. The last anybody saw of him was his backside wandering off into the woods. It was assumed he was heading to relieve a full bladder, but he was never seen again after that…<br/><br/><i>The fate of Alexander Whitt</i><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">It had been a long day, <i>too</i> long and the aching in his back was evidence of it. He had spent his time with a shovel trying to dig into the hard <i>hard</i> dirt. Moisture was scarce where they had decided to plant a village, so it took a lot to dig even the smallest of holes. Still, the work had to be done and his reputation for being a hard worker volunteered him for the job. By the time the day was over, his shirt was covered in sweat and dark brown grime that stained over the other, older and dried up dark brown grime. He was ready to go home, but not before he had himself a little drink. Alexander had made sure to bring ale from home. He wasn’t sure how long it would last, but he <i>was</i> sure that his favorite drink would be hard to come by in the new world. Provided the people with alcohol wasn’t exactly on the top of the priority list, though, it would have been had he been the constructor if such a list existed. </span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">He pulled the last of it out from a sack he had on the ground. It was warm when it went down his throat, but he didn’t care. He found that if he held his breath and swallowed it down in big hefty gulps, that he could get through up without puking it back up, plus the buzz would hit him quicker. It wasn’t fancy, but it did the trick. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">He heard the shuffle of feet and the snapping of twigs to his left. His heart nearly stopped for fear of the unknown and he found himself frozen in place, his eyes focused on the rustling bushes to his side. He expected some savage or beast to come stomping out of the woods and kill him, but that wasn’t the case. A young woman stepped out of the trees; she wore a black dress with yellow trimmings and white undergarments. The whole outfit worked together aesthetically and clung tight to her generous curves. She had chestnut coloured hair that spilled over her slender shoulders and bounced with each gracefully step she took. Her skin was pale - just how he liked it - and her feet were bare, soil sticking to the sides and under parts of them. He felt the tenseness of his body begin to give way and smiled. She wasn’t part of the community, he knew that much, so he surmised that she must have been a native. “ ‘scuse me, miss,” he said and turned to face as she strolled up to him. She only smiled at him and stopped, sanding with her slender fingers laced together in front of her petite body. Alexander absentmindedly finished off his body, tongue prodding the glass spout of the body in an attempt to get every last drop. He pulled his eyes away from her for only a moment to look at the empty bottle discontentedly. He sighed and sat it down, turning back to her. She had a look of worry on her face. “Are you okay?” He asked. His eyes regarding her with concern. “Do you need help?” His mind was polluted at that point and when she pointed to his empty bottle, he shrugged. “Ain’t nothin’ left..” It was like he was saying it to himself and the sound of his voice falling off at the last word displayed his disappointment.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">That was when she smiled. With a girl as beautiful as she was, one would think that he smile would be something to stop a man's heart. Alexander <i>did</i> smile back, but there was an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Her mouth didn’t sit right, at least, it didn’t appear to do so. It was crooked, and off set, almost like it had been broken and she were <i>trying</i> to keep up appearances by holding it in place. She beckoned him and all of his doubts were washed away and she moved towards the woods again, looking over her should, gliding gracefully over the soil as if her feet weren’t touching down at all. He couldn’t help himself. Alexander stood and followed, disappearing into the dense brush.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">She stayed ahead of him, her entire form floating in front of him, moving seamlessly while his boots kicked and knocked into tree roots and other debris on the floor. “Wait!” he called and moved faster. Just when she got out of sight he broke through into a small clearing that was encircled by tall trees. She was in the middle of it and in her hand she had a chunk of wood that looked like a cup. It had liquid in it and she motioned for him to drink. He was hesitant, but when he felt her small body press against him, he knew that he would drink it. He hand fell upon his package a rubbed. He closed his eyes for a second and before he knew it, she was pulling his trousers down, freeing his growing length. She looked up at him through half lidded eyes and slowly fell to her knees. He took a drink then and nearly coughed; it was strong, very strong. Then he felt the warmth of her mouth close around his engorged tip, the light sucking as her mouth pulled it in further, lips stretching around its girth. He couldn’t speak, it was too good. All he could do was moan and grab onto a bit of her hair. He swallowed down some more and looked down at her. Her head was bobbing on his length, but only slightly, but he could see her tongue leaving her mouth to swirl around a good portion of it. It was such a long tongue, almost like that of a dog of some sort. It was a trifle worry though; not one that he would explore, at least not yet. Her mouth was <i>so</i> hot and soon it began to burn a little as she picked up speed. When she started, there was only a soft suckling noise as she serviced him, but now it was sounding as if some sort of wild beast were feasting on a fresh kill. “Easy, love. Take it easy,” he said and attempted to back off some but was halted as her small hands - now rough and talon like- clamped onto the back on his thighs, digging into the meat there and drawing blood. Alexander cried out. He yanked on her hair, but instead of her head coming back, thick bloody tufts of hair peeled back her scalp. She - it - made no attempt to stop and the burning now was unbearable. He could feel it in his stomach. Alexander began to scream as she worked. He clawed at his stomach and lifted his shirt just in time to see a purplish bruise form around his navel. “What the fuck!” His stomach knotted and he began to heave as whatever is was she gave him began to eat through the lining of his stomach and spill a grotesque mixer of blood, flesh and bile on top the girls head. That was when she pulled back and opened her mouth wide as she looked up at him. Her face was no long pretty. It was old and rotted and her bottom jaw hung slack and dislocated from the rest of her face. Her eyes were a milky white, the coloured part of then a creamy egg yolk color. She looked right at him as the life slipped from his body. His cock was a mangled mess. It looked as if he’d dipped it into some kind of flesh eating acid, but it <i>was</i> hard, and he did cum, but it was a sticky hot mess of blood a puss that came out. It went black for Alexander then and life ceased to exist.</span><br/><br/>“Next!” The man called and Brenn stepped forward. “Brenn and Aphra Waltman,” he said. “It’s just the two of us.” Brenn smiled and rubbed his sister's shoulders, squeezing them lightly in an act of compassion. The man twirled one end of his long mustache and raised a brow, bringing an index finger down the front of the paper. He stopped on Alexander Whitt’s name, it was crossed out with a question mark next to it. “You’ll stay in the Whitt residence.” He told them and explained where it was. “Thank you very much, sir.” Brenn said and then they continued on passed him.<br/><br/>“This is exciting, isn’t it Aphra? I mean a chance to start over. This is what we wanted.” ‘It was perfect’, Brenn thought to himself and walked with his sister down the street. When they came to the small cottage he looked upon it with wonder and turned to his sister. “How about you do the honors,” he said and motioned to the door. He could barely contain his excitement.