Wanderers Meet (Criptika and Logan Drake)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Criptika on 22-01-2011, 05:24:56</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Wanderers Meet (Criptika and Logan Drake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Criptika</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 05:24:56</strong>
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				Blood splattered as she drove her knife into the belly of the deer. It beaded and ran down her chest, slipping between generous curves and catching in the holes of her torn tank. Slicing downward, Bethany began skinning the beast. She must work quickly, as she knew there were wolves prowling in the premises. Breathing deep, she paused for a moment. Her long dark hair danced as the wind picked up, caressing her sweat dappled skin. "Mmm." she sighed. The breeze felt wonderful on such a humid evening. It was dusk, the sun a heavy disc lying low in the sky. Regaining focus, Bethany continued her work and was soon finished skinning and cutting the meat. She wrapped as much as she could in the large leaves from the surrounding trees and bound it with twine she pilfered long ago from one of the deserted shops in the city. She also wrapped the skin to take back to camp where she would clean it and set it to dry. Clothing was difficult to come by, as most of the abandoned stores had been picked through by wanderers and mobs.<br><br>Standing and hoisting her load upon her back, the lean muscles of her arms straining, Bethany began to make her way back to her temporary home. Night birds and crickets sang in the trees and brush that weaved through the ruins. It was a calming sound. Luckily, she had yet to hear the call of the wolf. This was good. Defending herself against a pack of hungry brutes would be a challenge without fire. Quickening her steps, she prayed there would be no unwanted encounter. <br><br>Bethany Anderson had been leaving on the outskirts of the ruined city for months. So far, there was little in the way of events. Clever and stealthy, she was able to hide herself from wanderers, whether they be friendly or hostile. She was not one for much interaction, her nature being that of a loner. In dealing with others, she had not fared well. The ones she cared for most she had lost or had been betrayed and she had been on her own since her mid teens, having been forced to flee the area she grew up in by those that wished her dead. She had been a threat to them, particularly the women of her small community, if it could be called that. Now she was a nomad, moving from place to place, staying at an ideal location for months, like the one she was in now. She had little to call her own, and that was fine. Life was simple for her and that was the way she liked it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderers Meet (Criptika and Logan Drake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Logan Drake</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 03:27:29</strong>
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				(http://singlegalsdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/viggo_mortenson2.jpg)<br><br>John made his way through the partial ruins of the suburbs of East Chicago, moving towards the city center. He paused besides some hulk of metal, that had some sort of car many years ago, but now was little more than an obstacle. He looked around, his green eyes searching the dimming light for signs of the deer he had hoped to find.<br><br>An hour ago, he had been a few miles away, gazing through a set of binoculars he had kept from his military days, that had served him well after the fall. He had seen a deer darting between buildings and had moved in that direction. Where there was game, there was usually water...and that was more important than the deer. It had taken an hour to move the 2 miles, tough going in the ruins of a city. Especially if you always had to be on the lookout for predators, the two legged as well as the four legged. <br><br>He had no real hope he'd find the deer, but he could hope. A few minutes ago, he had passed through the gap he had seen the deer dart between, heading in the same direction, so he paused by this rusting metallic frame to get his bearings. He checked the safety on the AR15, he had procured from a gun shop years ago, and made sure it was on. He had scant ammunition to waste on an accidental discharge, not to mention it throw stealth out the window. He repeated the check for the 45 cal pistol and the sawed off shotgun he carried. Then shifted the K-Bar Marine knife in its sheath as he slowly rose and began to pad almost soundlessly through the rubble, his training in the U.S. Army Rangers serving him well. His boots hardly touching down, let alone scuffing the pavement. He moved from gassy patch, to grassy patch in short hops.<br><br>Another hundred yards passed and he rounded a building, and almost jumped out of his skin, for there not 50 feet away, was a woman, carrying a haunch of deer as well as the skin, and several body parts she had taken....proving she was a skilled hunter, knowing what had use and what didnt. Her eyes bright with the excitement of the hunt, blood still staining her tunic that strained to contain her femininity. <br><br>As he tried to react to get into a better position, his left foot shifted on some masonry and he went down hard to the ground in a clatter of gear and stone...flat on his ass, his left foot twisting under his weight causing him to stifle a scream of intense pain. <br><br>He never took his eyes from the woman as his hand strayed near his pistol and his voice level and steady he said "well it appears I wasn't the only one stalking that deer".....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderers Meet (Criptika and Logan Drake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Criptika</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 03:43:36</strong>
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				Bethany nearly jumped at the scream. In a whirl of motion, she dropped her everything and drew her blade, now turned towards the noise. She saw the man lying on the ground, seemingly in pain. Narrowing her eyes, she stared at him. "You alright?" she called, weary, but not heartless. Her eyes did a quick scan of the man's person, taking in what could have been a few weapons in the addition the one in her hands. Well, her dagger was really no match for firearms and ironically, she'd left her hand gun back at her home.<br><br>Risking leaving her catch, she approached slowly placing her blade back in its sheath. Not wanting to spook him into thinking she was going to attack him, she wanted to make sure he was alright. An injured person left alone out her could become dinner for the wolves&nbsp; or other top predators that had moved into the area after the fall.<br><br>The wind picked up, rustling the trees around them. It was almost full dark now, though the western sky still held a bit of orange and gold, the tail end of the sunset.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderers Meet (Criptika and Logan Drake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Logan Drake</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 04:28:15</strong>
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				surprised at the kindness in her voice, John remarked easily and with nothing but reserved honesty in his voice. "I think I may have badly sprained my ankle, maybe even torn a ligament. Im sorry for disturbing you" He then made sure his hands were held well away from any weapons. No reason to spook her any more than he had.<br><br>He tried to stand and felt his leg give out even before he started to crouch. With a grimace he eyed this beautiful stranger who seemed kind enough to lend assistance to a stranger, highly unsual for anyone after the fall, let alone a woman alone....or was she alone? the thought raced through his mind and he glanced around him looking for signs there was a lurker out there.<br><br>his attention split he said simply "Um...I think, my ankle is pretty bad off. I hope You're as kind as I think you are, for you have me at a great advantage..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderers Meet (Criptika and Logan Drake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Criptika</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 03:58:16</strong>
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				(Sorry it's taken me so long to respond. I got caught up in other things.&nbsp; :-[ )<br><br>Bethany knelt beside John, looking at his ankle. Not saying anything, she touched it and felt swelling already. "It is likely you sprained it badly. I don't know that you tore anything, I'm not a doctor." There was a no nonsense tone to her voice as she examined him. She then looked into his eyes. "My name is Bethany. If you are not going to harm me, I will help you." <br>She assumed the man would not hurt her, and if she wanted, she could do him great harm. However, she was not of evil intentions, and would rather help someone than harm them. It was not her way to be intentionally aggressive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderers Meet (Criptika and Logan Drake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Logan Drake</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 04:53:37</strong>
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				((no worries Ms Criptika, Im easy going. I understand real life has precedence))<br><br>A wane smile played across his face and the wanderer said easily with half a laugh "I'm John. I have no intention of harming you Bethany. If you can take my rifle and my pack I can hobble. The added weight is too unsettling to my balance. You look fit enough to carry it, but be aware its about 80 pounds worth of gear there." He shifted, pushing his Ar-15 forward towards her, but first, sling running backwards of how it should be, to allow it to be slung from the shoulder in firing position, with the sling over the top of the rifle <br><br>then he shrugged off the massive army combat pack complete with back brace. He knew he was putting a lot of trust in her here, for if she wanted to kill him, she'd just given her the weapon, and plenty of reasons with his gear...but he felt like she was true to her word, and he'd never been wrong about people...yet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderers Meet (Criptika and Logan Drake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Criptika</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 00:16:45</strong>
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				She looked at him with consideration then nodded. "Alright. I'll trust you." She then looked at his pack.<br>"Well, I'll give it a shot." she said and knelt down beside the pack so she could settle it on her back and use her leg strength to stand. It took a some effort and balance and a few unfeminine grunts but she managed. "Could you hand me your weapon again?" she asked, standing with feet apart. The weight made her shoulders sag and would put a pain in her back after a while but it wasn't terrible. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wanderers Meet (Criptika and Logan Drake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Logan Drake</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 13:39:55</strong>
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				Standing on his unsteady ankle, he began to follow Bethany. Most of his attention was on not falling, as they picked their way through the ruins towards her base camp. He was trying to memorize the route as best he could with his pain fogged brain. Even through the pain though it was hard not too notice how her slight frame managed to handle his 80 pound ruck, and a haunch of dear. He knew she wouldnt want to do that for a long walk, but she managed alright with this one. He was impressed.<br><br>Not to mention that she was as pretty as he could imagine. He shook his head as they walked, lost in idle thoughts for a moment. Wondering just how she managed to manage that in the harsh environs of the wilds. Most of the women outside of the few camps were harsh with few feminine curves.<br><br>He followed her, his admiration growing. She was smart too by the look of the base camp that gradually came into view. She had picked a hard to get into camp, with access to water. Easily hidden and easily defended. Nice. He paused waiting for her to show him around...
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