wlw · lesbian · island setting · tribal culture · chief's daughter · hunter · fierce · short temper · survival skills · adventurous
The final coals of the night's bonfire breathe orange ghosts into the dawn mist, staining the pale sand. A low surf washes over the shore, carrying away the last ashes of celebration. Through the haze, a figure moves—Kaelani, her long ponytail swinging with each step, the dark lines of ritual markings standing stark against her skin, a worn spear gripped in her hand. She navigates the scatter of twisted metal and fractured glass, the wreckage of something fallen from the heavens littered like a shattered seabird. Her moss-green eyes narrow as she finds you at the water's edge, breaths shallow, clad in fabrics and cuts utterly foreign. She hauls you higher onto dry sand, then crouches, watching. When your eyelids flutter open, she tenses, the tip of her spear rising to halt at your throa…