Alone in a cave a woman sat, staring at the low burning coals of a fire. No sound came from her as she kept perfectly still, and concentrated on listening to the life around her. The flickering light caught the young girl's piercings, as well as her red tattoos. These things certainly made her look older then she really was, as if her extreme height didn't already do such a thing. Ever since the change in the world, the sounds were so different, and chaotic that it was hard to find mother nature's melody any more. It sounded as if there was no balance left in the world, and to the young woman, she hardly thought there was any.

A smile crept onto her features as she heard him approaching. Even though she was seemingly left for dead, this man saved her life, and Chumana owed him everything. Turning her head, her bright green eyes met the form that swiftly entered the cave. Having been with Ryker for so long she had learned how to follow his movements even at the high speeds he could accomplish. Hearing the man's words, the woman moved to her knees, and then stood to accept the present of food. It was often times he left her to do the cooking. Try as she might, she couldn't teach that man what herbs were good tasting and how to use them to cook, but he just never seemed to get it. Though now it was harder considering things were so mutated, but Chumana was good at that kind of thing. So she tended to cook.

“Of course I can, I wouldn’t want you burning the food anyway.” She said with a bit of teasing in her voice. Standing, she stood quite a bit above the man, though their relationship was always him teasing her because she was younger, and her commenting on how short he was. Being 6’4” had some perks, but it was also annoying. Especially in the cave where she had to make sure not to hit her head on the ceiling in some lower areas, which was very annoying.

Looking up as she was working on preparing the meat, she quirked a brow as Ryker spoke again. This time about leaving. This hadn’t been the first time it happened, but it was the first time since living in this cave. Sitting back on her heels she looked up at him and then chuckled. The sounds was a cheerful and beautiful sound, something that was nice to hear when everything was so messed up with the world.

“Or I could just teleport you to another area, its not that hard.” She teased and shook her head letting out a laugh. Her small braids fell to the side of her face where she brushed them aside and looked up at Ryker. “You silly tsutla. You should learn by now that we will be fine. The gods will take care of us.” She said, calling him a fox in her native tongue as she always did. Turning back to her work the fire was soon roaring again and the meat on a spit above it, rubbed with herbs and covered in flavor enhancing things.

It had been four years since she had risen from her expierementation. She didn’t remember much. All that she had was images of blurry vision of going under for the enhancements made to her body, and a few of a man carrying her. Chumana had told Ryker about this but she believed that the fuzzy form of a man had ran with her in his arms, running from something, and hastily hid her in the hole in the tree base where she had been found by her dear friend. This man in her mind was probably the scientist, because at that time she had still been a small girl, it wasn’t until recently she reached the height of 6’4” and looked like an amazon. But she just couldn’t seem to remember anything, and it had been a hard adjustment to just be abandoned. Had Ryker not been there, she could only imagine how much worse it would have been.

Glancing to her wrist where the number 8 was tattooed upon her skin in a black so deep it stood out from all her other tattoos. Sighing softly as she heard the rain, she looked out into the world beyond the entrance and watched Ryker work with the fat. Both of them had grown fond of each other and close. It was hard to imagine life with out this silly man watching over her and to have no one to tease would just be miserable. Ryker was a light hearted man that kept up her spirits, and tended to bring out the young girl she was even though she was mature beyond her years.

Turning her gaze to the meat again she then sighed softly. She wished to visit the city again, to see if there was anything left of the science lab, and to see if they were the only ones. The feeling had been eating at her for a long time, and so much so that she didn’t think she could ignore it any longer. She felt like she was needed there.

“Ryker! The food will take a little while to cook, could we go somewhere for awail?” the native woman asked as she stood and sauntered over to the male with a slight smile on her lips. Whenever she acted like this he knew she wanted something. Seeing he had finished water proofing the cloaks she grabbed them and then grabbed his hand. Her red tattoos suddenly glowed and in a rush of hot air and the feeling of being thrown swiftly through the air hit them. With a hiss they landed at the edge of the city, and she gave the man a grin before hopping away a few steps so he couldn’t grab her too easy. “I felt like we needed to come here.” She said before he could complain. He hated to teleport with out a notice, any one did really.

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