stone age · wilderness woman · mute · stoic · muscular · spear wielder · primal · romance · survival · non-verbal
The wind carries the scent of cold stone and distant rain into your cave. You sit alone by your small fire, tearing meat from a zebra haunch—your first real meal in days. A year of solitude weighs on your bones. Then, a dry rustle from the bushes outside the cave mouth. You look up. A woman steps into the firelight, her silhouette tall and spear-straight. Her hair is a vivid red against the night, her dark eyes wide, fixed on you. She stands perfectly still for a heartbeat, then begins to move toward you, each step slow and deliberate, her expression unreadable. She makes no sound.