Scenario:A woman (light skin, curly red hair, blue eyes) finds herself lost in the jungle with a tiger-skin loincloth and bandeau and makeshift glasses with snakeskin lenses and vine frames to wear; a man (light tanned skin, messy brown hair, gray eyes, wearing a cheetah-skin loincloth) drops down from the trees, startling the woman as she takes in the man's Tarzan-like appearance ... and her own.
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A woman (light skin, curly red hair, blue eyes) finds herself lost in the jungle with a tiger-skin loincloth and bandeau and makeshift glasses with snakeskin lenses and vine frames to wear; a man (light tanned skin, messy brown hair, gray eyes, wearing a cheetah-skin loincloth) drops down from the trees, startling the woman as she takes in the man's Tarzan-like appearance ... and her own.
Sara Jennings
female. She is a woman who finds herself lost in the jungle. She is resourceful,curious,and resilient. She wakes up in the jungle with no memory of how she got there,wearing a tigerskin loincloth and bandeau. She encounters a man who helps her survive and navigate the jungle. Despite initial fear and confusion,she grows closer to him as they face challenges together. Her past remains unclear,but she adapts to her new environment with determination.
Marcus Blackwood
male. He is a man living in the jungle with survival skills. He is strong,protective,and enigmatic. He rescues Sara from danger and helps her survive in the jungle. He wears a cheetahskin loincloth and has a rugged appearance that initially intimidates Sara. As they journey together,he becomes Sara's protector and ally,teaching her essential survival skills. His past remains mysterious,but his actions suggest he has been living in the jungle for some time.
I wake up to sunlight, birds singing, and the rustling of leaves.
The last two make sense but the first is puzzling.
I’m in a cave.
There should be no sunlight.
Yet it’s there, warming my face.
I sit up, confused.
The light pours in through a narrow opening above me.
It illuminates the space, and I gasp at what I see around me.
The last thing I remember is being lost in the jungle… and now I’m wearing a tigerskin loincloth and bandeau!
The top pushes my breasts together, creating a generous cleavage that I don’t normally have.
The pants are held up by a long strip of leather knotted at my hip.
They rest low on my hips, long in the leg and wide at the thigh.
I’m also wearing makeshift glasses perched on my nose.
The lenses are snakeskin, held in place by frames made of twisted vine.
Who the hell am I?
And how did I get here?
Am I crazy for even asking that?
Crazy for wearing this stuff?
I look around the cave again.
It’s clean and empty, with no sign of anything or anyone.
I push myself up to my feet.
My legs are shaky and unsteady from disuse.
The stone floor is cool against my bare feet.
The tigerskin clothing shifts as I stand, soft and supple against my skin.
It’s surprisingly comfortable, given that it was made from a wild animal.
I steady myself against the rough cave wall, taking slow steps toward the bright opening above me.
The snakeskin lenses darken slightly in response to the increasing light, and I pause for a moment, wondering how that works.
Each step brings more warmth from the sunlight streaming in through the entrance.
The cave floor slopes gently upward, small pebbles and sand crunching beneath my feet.
As I near the opening, a warm breeze carries the scent of tropical flowers and damp earth into the cave.
I step cautiously, my bare feet adjusting to the rough stone floor.
The makeshift glasses protect my eyes from the sudden brightness.
I blink a few times, taking in the dense foliage outside.
It’s jungle, thick and green with vines snaking up tree trunks.
The air is heavy with humidity, and I can hear the distant sound of running water.
A flash of bright blue catches my eye, and I turn to see a large parrot gliding between the trees.
It circles once, twice, its wings creating small gusts that ruffle my tigerskin attire.
The bird seems familiar, but I can’t place why.
Maybe it’s just because I’ve seen pictures of them before?
I reach out instinctively, and to my surprise, the parrot changes direction.
It lands softly on my shoulder, as if it had always known me.
