The Great Hollow; A New Frontier

El knew, he knew that they needed to be up and about perhaps hours before he finally heard the morning birds singing. There sweet songs, though refreshing and clear hints of the morning's beautiful glow, were a rude reminder that he... was a little sore. Never had laying with a woman if our knight king tender, but Tzita was like and insatiable beast once she had really gotten started. It was only by the grace of the Taurus spirit, which he thanked with all his body parts, and the power of the sun that he was able to physical outlast her... even if only by a couple of seconds.

He groaned, turning over, towards Tzita's morning time moans and breathes of, what he could only assume as, sexual satisfaction, and lifted his tree trunk of an arm to place it upon her and restrict her movement. "Ssh... five more... minutes..." He whimpered, pleadingly, scooting her head close enough to rest it upon her shoulder.

El was able to rest peacefully, once Tzita had stopped her fidgeting and snuggled into him. He couldn't be sure if she planned to sleep more as well, but it didn't matter. He was tired, and that meant several difference things. The most important thing it meant was that Tzita had exhausted him of the excess solar radiation he had and sleeping, with the sun high in the sky and its heat permeating the tent, greatly helped in replenishing him.

The extra five minutes brought him to a state in which he could be effective in combat and could be properly chipper this morning. It was like having a cup of strongly brewed coffee with a double shot of espresso. El's eyes shot open and he manuevered to slip out of Tzita's grip, and vice versa, so he could stand and stretch.

"Ugh..." El groaned, stretching his arms towards the sky until he sighed with a soothing breath as a feeling a relief washed over him. The muscles on his back rippled and bulged as he rolled his arms, and any scratches and bruises from last night seemed to heal themselves when the light of the sun shone upon his back.

He peeked over his shoulder, hoping to see Tzita stir, but not even him removing himself had caused her to shift positions. She had gone back to sleep after all, he nodded his head in approval. Chances were they both needed the rest, just him probably less so now that the sun had risen.

"I'll let her sleep a little longer."

He whispered to no one in particular, moving to exit the tent, bare and natural. They were square in the middle of mother nature, far from human civilization, and dressing didn't seem necessary. It'd be much easier to snatch fish out of the small stream nearby if he didn't have to worry about his pants getting soaked.

El exited the tent into the refreshing sunshine of a brand new day. He had to shield his eyes in order to look towards the sun, which gleamed brightly down upon him, rejuvenating him much more than any amount of sleep ever could. "That feels great." He breathed sigh of blissful relief before walking towards the fire pit.

A short time after El left to do things outside, Tzita would finally rise, letting her exceptionally large breasts spill over the covers and out into plain sight rather carelessly in the privacy of the tent, then lift her arm up to call her rather few garbs of clothing over to herself from where they'd been, hovering to her hands so that she could dress herself. "... I feel weird," she muttered to herself, placing her top on, which hugged her chest and revealed her cleavage and exposed her fit body. It spilled over to her sides slightly, something like very short coattails, which would only just barely fall below her waist, to give the illusion that she were wearing more than she actually was. "... I can't shake it." She didn't want to go outside and interact with El until she was sure she was free of this feeling... And she hoped it wouldn't be long, at this point. She slipped on her elegant thong next, not even bothering to stand in order to do so, and was barely focused, as if she weren't even there. She wouldn't put her boots back on, but would instead remain upright and looking down, still thinking. "... I'd better get it together soon..." she said aloud, trying to shake the feeling off.

They were lucky that it hadn't rained, or the fire pit would have been destroyed. Luckily El hadn't left enough fire wood burning for the fire to grow out uncontrollable. Still, Tzita had distracted him so well that... he had left the fire burning over night. A safety hazard that shouldn't have been left overlooked, but he just couldn't ignore the call of that... chocolate skin, those luscious lips, lengthy legs and shapely...

"Ahem!" El cleared his throat, coughing into his fist as he poked around in the ashes with a stick. He nearly lost himself to daydreaming, and knew he needed to keep working in order to distract himself from fantasizing. He nodded, affirming that the fire pit could still be used in its current state, and stood to collect the spare logs he'd left laying around just in case they needed them. Once he had, he tossed them in the pit with a small amount of kindling, and sparked up a small flame that soon grew into a roaring fire. While last nights campfire was for warmth, that hadn't been needed for obvious reasons, this new fire was for cooking. El made sure to stay a safe distance away, or risk getting burned. Though, he couldn't get burned in the first place.

Curiously, he glanced at the tent, only briefly, to see if there were any signs of Tzita stirring. He decided not to use his super hearing to spy on her, knowing it would be an invasion of privacy, but he couldn't help but be curious about what was going on. Eventually, he shrugged it off, figuring she was just really tired, and moved towards the stream in order to begin snatching the main course of their breakfast out of the water.

(Capture)

There was a large meadow between the camp and the swarm of insects. This large meadow had an assortment of beautiful and lovely flowers that were all in bloom. From them, a sweet aroma that was naturally alluring to these insects would waft up into the air, causing the swarm to become docile and to rest upon each of the flowers. The moment they flew over this meadow in an attempt to trail Tzita as their target, they would become sedated by the very Terra Gris itself, and would return to its influence immediately. They would induce their natural pollenation and then return to their respective nests undisturbed and without disturbing anyone.

Not long after Tzita returned would the sky darken and a great shadow appear before the two of them, sprouting up from each of their own as one large clot. The piercing red eyes like that of a dragon bore deeply into Elliott Faulkner, as a dark and professional voice said, "Your Time Is Up." Without a moment to lose, as was by contract, the darkness overtook Elliott Faulkner and expelled him from the Veritas and back to his own home world, which, last was checked, was filled with bloodshed and destruction. All that he'd been through would seem like nothing but a vivid vision to him during the time after the bloodbath in his homeworld, and once his time in the Veritas was over, that's all he would return to. Blood and death.



Tzita would be swept up by the darkness, as well, to be dealt with privately about her behavior.