Lunitari did her best to avoid everyone in the tribe after the rape, she was humiliated that he had done it in front of everyone she had grown up with. Of course, as he said, it was on purpose…to teach her a lesson. She stayed in her tent mostly, sharpening her axe idly, sitting in the oak chair at the back of the tent, staring intently at the flap expecting him to come to her again…but he never came. Two months had passed since that horrible experience and she had healed completely, her rib’s had mended themselves and her private’s had also gotten better, though it had hurt to relieve herself for a good month. Her tangled black mass of hair sat on her hair in an oily clump, she had taken to not washing in public the past couple of weeks, as things had changed, and she could not afford to let anyone know. Her usually attire of furs and loincloths which kept only the bare minimum hidden had been replaced by a full body gown made of bear skin. The word would soon spread and there would be nothing she could do. With the slightest of movements her head craned to the left, her bright green emerald eyes glanced down to her traveling pack, already full with her water bladder, enough rations for a week and most importantly her trusty axe. Tonight was the night, she would have to leave before it was too late. If she didn’t, Trebuait would kill her, unmercilessly. The sun would be behind the mountains in an hour, so all that was left to wait. She sat in her tiny tent in complete silence, her eyes not leaving the flap of her tent, her hands in her lap calmly. The discipline she had learned from her tribe was taking over and it kept her surreal in the face of imminent danger. When the sun had finally hidden itself behind the Morinsen Mountains she stood slowly, the gown falling down to her knees as she did so. Leaning over with a soft grunt she grabbed her traveling back and hefted it onto her back, hooking her axe onto her back as well. She knew the rest of the tribe would be at dinner now, around the large bonfire, as was their custom every night. She stole into the night, moving as silently as possible as she made her way past the stationed guards at the edge of the camp. They were speaking softly to one another, the tone in their voices indicated irritation at not being able to join in on the festivities happening over at the fire. Lunitari was able to easily move past them, their own complaining drowning out her booted footsteps. The soft swishing of her bear skin gown was drowned out by the wind that whipped her hair around her face as she made her way swiftly through the thick tree’s of the forest. Lunitari had made it a few miles from her tribes camp before stopping to rest and refresh herself. She had been so tired lately, unused as she was to the condition she was now in…but she would have to learn if she was going to survive on her own over the course of the next few months. Setting her bag down next to the stream that flowed strongly through the forest she stripped down, tossing her gown over a tree branch to stop it from getting wet. It was barely there, but at two months her belly was slightly swollen, the skin of her stomach just barely beginning to stretch to accomodate the growing child within. Running a hand over her midsection she sighed gently. “If he ever found out, we would both be dead.” Both her hands run along her stomach protectively. “And if ever I meant anything in my life, I mean this…I will keep you safe.” She bathed quickly that night, not stopping to eat but merely grabbing a piece of jerky from her pack and chewing on that as she continued on into the night.
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