<strong>Name:</strong>Isolde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Woodland Area -- Clearing<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sam [Isolde does not know her name, yet]<br/><br/><br/>After a few moments of not experiencing the substantial amount of pain that was anticipated, Isolde barely opened her eyes attempting to peek around analyzing her current situation. The young woman let out a small gasp watching as the bear slumped over in death. The woman was filled with a mix of emotions from happiness for not being caught in the bear’s claws – to confusion, what happened to the bear? Then, she noticed the base of an arrowhead which glowed lustrously from catching the rays of sun which beamed down.<br/><br/><strong>“Are you alright, miss?”</strong>Isolde heard being called out from the bank. She looked towards the bank where a cloaked figure stood offering her assistance. The young woman firmly gripped the bow pulling herself up onto the embankment. She allowed her gaze to meet the person who had saved her but only momentarily, she quickly averted her eyes blushing furiously at their comment about her naked figure. The young woman attempted to use her arms to cover her breasts while standing awkwardly trying to maintain some form of decency, despite the circumstances.<br/><br/><strong>“Thank you very much. I am surprised anyone would be this far in the woods,”</strong>Isolde stated firmly while still avoiding the stranger’s gaze.<strong>“My name is Isolde and yours?”</strong>The young woman questioned trying to determine the gender of her savior. While most certainly men usually were the face of warriors, she was aware of many women who had chosen to follow that path. After an awkward silence enveloped the area, Isolde decided to finally get dressed. The clothing was nearby and while she was getting dressed, this stranger could properly introduce himself or herself. She hastily walked past the stranger to where the young woman had set up a small camp earlier in the day. While digging through the assortment of clothing on the group, Isolde blushed wondering if the stranger was still watching her movements. After finally finding the correct piece, she began to slip the material up her body and over her hips.<em>‘I am not acting very appreciative…’</em>the young woman sighed while sliding the material over her shoulders.<br/><br/>Isolde turned towards the stranger whom had saved her with resolve,<strong>“Is there any way that I could make this up to you?”</strong>The young woman smiled tenderly while walking towards the stranger as if she already had something in mind. She gently placed her arms around their shoulder and leaned in close. Her luscious, tender lips touched the strangers and for a few moments, Isolde waited patiently to see if she would be pushed away. Seemingly consenting of Isolde’s actions, the young woman continued kissing the person deeply. She allowed her tongue to slip into the stranger’s mouth and their engagement in this activity seemed to be in perfect harmony. The young woman held a hand behind the stranger’s head gripping lightly to the cloak while their tongues interacted and danced within their mouths for as long was permissible without the need to breath. While she would never openly admit it, the young woman was actually finding herself turned on.<br/><br/>Upon the desperate need for oxygen, Isolde pushed away from the stranger breathing heavily. The young woman crossed her arms across her figure looking downward. She found that her cheeks were turning redder with each passing second. What had she done? While questioning the situation, Isolde made a very horrifying realization. The young woman had gotten dressed while still completely soaked from being within the stream. The white material of her dress had become transparent and was clinging to her soft and fair skin.<strong>“I – I am sorry…”</strong>she had begun to stutter while speaking.<strong>“Err, I need to be going now…” </strong>Isolde hesitated before walking where her belongings were scattered on the ground. She collected everything into the makeshift bag before slipping into her footwear.<br/><br/><strong>“Thank you very much! …But I must be on my way now,”</strong>The woman bowed politely before walking away from the clearing.