[OOC]I wrote this little scene so Dwarfhunter could jump right in and have some context before the main group returns to the camp. Much like some tribes native to the Amazon, the Whitefeather Tribe moves its encampment between several possible locations over the course of the year, allowing the local forest and girl population to recover for a time. One such move has just occurred…[/OOC]<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Whitefeather Tribe Encampment</span><br/><br/>Several of the houses in the new encampment haven’t survived, and most of the rest are in a state of dilapidation. They survive best when continuously inhabited by girls, not occasionally frequented by monsters. From within one or another, squarks and hisses of protest can be heard as the monstergirls of the tribe evict the mindless beasts down the monstergirl’s throats - a meal is a meal, after all, and there’ll be few enough chances for hunting today as the light fades from the sky. As they clear each house, the girlslaves and girlpets and girlfriends of the tribe begin the work of cleaning and tidying. In the clearing outside, heavier monstergirls - centaurs, karis and the great mass of the hydra-naga begin to arrive, towing sledges or small carts laden with the tribes varied treasures. Some unload and set up tents, whilst others begin to hack and slash at the encroaching jungle, driving it back beyond the crude circle of homes, tents and wagons.<br/><br/>At the centre, the fire-pit has been cleared, and a roaring fire is crackling merrily, a bubbling stewpot above it filled with gathered vegetables brewing a thick soup for the tribe’s girls and centaurs. There’s been little time for hunting given the rigors of the move, and most of the tribes more monstrous members have satisfied themselves with the thick girlfed flesh of predatory podmaw or roper plants, or the mindless flesh of snakes, frogs or junglecats. Still, it’s a fair bet that the tribe’s girls will be noticeably fewer in number come morning.<br/><br/>A dappled grey centaur watches them, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Eowyn!” A beetle-bodied kari calls, her midnight-black chitin clattering as she scurries out of the darkness. “That was a good day’s work. How’s about you and I grab a couple of girls and have a party?”<br/><br/>“I’m not hungry, Marana,” the centauress replies.<br/><br/>“Now,” Marana stretches, her full breasts straining from her chest as she does so, “I know that’s not true.”<br/><br/>“Aiyaka isn’t back yet,” Eowyn murmurs. “I’m a little worried, and its-” she pauses. “I can’t think of digesting another girl whilst she might be-” she shakes her head. “I’ll have some stew, later.”<br/><br/>“She’d love it!” Marana exclaims, “if she was dating anyone but you, she’d already be a little pile of fertiliser. What happened to you? You’re always eating stew these days. Your diet ought to consist of healthsome girls. You ate all your ex-girlfriends. Why haven’t you eaten this one?”<br/><br/>“She’s… special,” Eowyn replies.<br/><br/>“Yeah - especially<span style="font-style: italic">tasty</span>,” Marana smirks, “and since she’s out with Cyra and Resha you might already be single…” she offers, trailing her fingertips up Eowyn’s bare, well-muscles back, toying with the long platinum hair that fell there. “Hey, since your girlfriend and my monstergirlfriend-”<br/><br/>“Cyra’s not your girlfriend,” Eowyn breaks in.<br/><br/>“Eh, she’ll come around,” Marana smirks. “Kari’s know what kari’s need.”<br/><br/>“You need a good bucking,” Eowyn’s hindquarters twitch - but there’s little enough rancor in it.<br/><br/>“Well, if you’re offering...” Marana whispers, pressing her chitinous body full-length into Eowyn’s warm, soft coat.<br/><br/>For a moment, the two breathe together, then…<br/><br/>“What’s that squirming in your stomach…?” Eowyn asks softly.<br/><br/>“Podmaw,” Marana answers, then, under Eowyn’s gimlet gaze… “it might’ve had a girl in it when I ate it, though?”<br/><br/>“One of ours?”<br/><br/>“Now, how could I possible know that,” Marana replies, pulling back with a mock-affronted expression. “Possibly,” she admits with a graceful half-smile. “Probably. But no-one’s come complaining that their girlfriend’s gone missing, so it’s fine, right?”<br/><br/>“I guess,” Eowyn sighs...<br/><br/>[OOC]Canonically, Eowyn (I don’t recall giving her another name) is Aiyaka’s girlfriend - a whitefeather centauress. Unlike most monsters, centauresses can survive off ‘foodstuff’ almost as well as girls can.[/OOC]