My deep green eyes are fixed upon the gathered cavewomen, all strong, beautiful, and fierce warriors representing their respective clans with much vaunted pride and honor. As I scan the crowd, I discover there is a warrior from as far as the Hot East, and another representing the Brunette Amazons. A Glamazon nearly as tall as I seems to be already engaged in conflict with another from the Dark Haired Toughies. I watch with mild interest, my own features masked by an icy expression, devoid of any sort of emotion. The two would definitely hurt each other badly by the way they're going at it, resulting in one most likely becoming unconscious, and the other vulnerable enough to be taken apart by any of the other women. I will just have to wait until that occurs. The Dark Haired one looks very strong, and pretty cute. She would make a fine trophy to take back to the Tribe, along with the Egg..
I stand near the entrance of the cave, far back to fully observe the small crowd set before me, while a vengeful storm rages behind. Glancing around, I notice the others beginning to fight as well, and I take an anxious step forward, ready to fight. I then spot a pair of blondes from the Golden Lionesses. My eyes instantly narrow. While my own tribe, the Tall Blondes, have reluctantly worked together with the Lionesses on numerous occasions to either defend against or attack a common foe, there is still a long-going, heated rivalry which exists between our clans. Many of my own sisters have been kidnapped by the Lionesses, while we have caught and enslaved our own share of these Golden amazons. These two I recognize as Glady and Kara, two of the strongest of their clan. While their presence definitely adds a bit of danger to this situation, I am at the same time thrilled that they are here. Such powerful Lionesses would make valuable prizes for the Tall Blondes.. I know if I am to achieve any success in my mission, these two must be subdued first. I approach the two Lionesses, a fierce, determined look surfacing in my eyes, my long coil of thick jungle vines tapping gently at my hip. My leopard-print bikini hugs my curvaceous figure, while my voluminous, platinum blonde hair trails down to just past my waist. Ornate necklaces decorated with stones, beads and a a sabertooth, along with bracelets and a headpiece complete my attire. I lick my lips eagerly as I near them, knowing the kind of glory that I will claim should I be able to take the Egg and these two warriors back to the tribe.
I lunge for the one named Kara, one hand on my lasso of vines, the other aiming to hit her face with an open-palm strike--
