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Jordan. Another dweller who had to learn quickly. Among this dangerous realm. To adapt. To thrive. To do more than merely survive. Yet, for a reason, he never went into full savagery like most would consider doing so. No, Jordan was always a merciful man.

Despite being a hunter, he also played in the art of acting as an apothecary, clad in leather armor decorated with metal. His full helmet, gauntlet and else, all rubbed on smell devoid flowers to hinder his odor. Resulting in most of his success at the gathering of his so precious ingredients. Always prepared for any situation. Be it being tracked, stalked, charged at or otherwise. Jordan always thought he had everything covered...

Until he one day stumbled upon a lamenting Jho. Everything he had once heard about it was about the merciless nature, relentlessly tracking and feasting on her prey in both senses of manners.

Yet, there was one, in front of him. None of what he heard about them seemed to be true as he continues to observe her. HIs keen eye could easily make out a small bump on her left hand resting on her left breast. A bump with a scratch on it. He recognize the claw mark of another Jho. He takes it she must have fought another one.

Her words echo to his ears, lamenting about a man escaping. Escaping? He recalls the roar of her and another shouting words about being the one to would get to two meals instead of one.

Regardless, his mind returns to her, sobbing about her lonely existence. Jordan's heart compels him to try to divert her woes. In a way that is often used all around the realm. Food.

Jordan sets down a fine piece of meat, cooked from his small settlement. He pours a very aromatic odor that is bound to attract any hungry beast and sets off further in the trees. He watches her quickly sniff out the food. Observes her grace as she set out to run to it. She feasts on it, soothing a bit of her pain. Slurping her tongues across her lips, she eagerly looks for another, finding one near her in the bushes.

Jordan continues to do that for a few minutes until the Jho finally falls asleep after a good meat. It would seem her pain is gone for now. Perhaps someone does care about her, she thinks as she slumbers with a very beautiful smile, one he was not expecting to witness. Very charming indeed.

Jordan cautiously approaches her sleeping body. Until now, his demeanor had no problem with witnessing one of the most aggressive kingdom monsters from a distance most would consider suicidal. However, the more he approached, the more his demeanor became agitated...for different reasons.

His mind bend on preparation for danger, he never took the time to notice certain things about the monster-ladies. Being in mere steps of the sleeping Jho made him realize that she was basically naked. And while she was resting on her chest, her hands made no effort to hide the voluptuous body she had. This made him very nervous as his body struggled to keep itself from 'feeling' her.

Living alone for years and occasionally meeting others made him wish for a companion. Perhaps a mate, or a lover. But he never was the kind to just take someone against their will. To avoid doing this now of all days, he quickly began healing her injuries. Unfortunately, as if stricken by foul luck...or the amusement of a deity, most wounds were located in the most erogenous parts of her body. Sweat flew as much as a river for Jordan that day as he cursed whoever was in control of the lands for tempting him in such a manner.

Good thing he still had an ounce of willpower to avoid falling in his desire. The moment he had finished doing his healing to her, Jordan quickly left, albeit in silence, to avoid waking her up.

Day after day, he visited in a sneaking manner, putting food in places that would prompt her to re-exercise her wounded limbs, granting her power each time. Like a coach secretly training a student, Jordan felt very proud of helping her

Jordan. Another dweller who had to learn quickly. Among this dangerous realm. To adapt. To thrive. To do more than merely survive. Yet, for a reason, he never went into full savagery like most would consider doing so. No, Jordan was always a merciful man.

Despite being a hunter, he also played in the art of acting as an apothecary, clad in leather armor decorated with metal. His full helmet, gauntlet and else, all rubbed on smell devoid flowers to hinder his odor. Resulting in most of his success at the gathering of his so precious ingredients. Always prepared for any situation. Be it being tracked, stalked, charged at or otherwise. Jordan always thought he had everything covered...

Until he one day stumbled upon a lamenting Jho. Everything he had once heard about it was about the merciless nature, relentlessly tracking and feasting on her prey in both senses of manners.

Yet, there was one, in front of him. None of what he heard about them seemed to be true as he continues to observe her. HIs keen eye could easily make out a small bump on her left hand resting on her left breast. A bump with a scratch on it. He recognize the claw mark of another Jho. He takes it she must have fought another one.

Her words echo to his ears, lamenting about a man escaping. Escaping? He recalls the roar of her and another shouting words about being the one to would get to two meals instead of one.

Regardless, his mind returns to her, sobbing about her lonely existence. Jordan's heart compels him to try to divert her woes. In a way that is often used all around the realm. Food.

Jordan sets down a fine piece of meat, cooked from his small settlement. He pours a very aromatic odor that is bound to attract any hungry beast and sets off further in the trees. He watches her quickly sniff out the food. Observes her grace as she set out to run to it. She feasts on it, soothing a bit of her pain. Slurping her tongues across her lips, she eagerly looks for another, finding one near her in the bushes.

Jordan continues to do that for a few minutes until the Jho finally falls asleep after a good meat. It would seem her pain is gone for now. Perhaps someone does care about her, she thinks as she slumbers with a very beautiful smile, one he was not expecting to witness. Very charming indeed.

Jordan cautiously approaches her sleeping body. Until now, his demeanor had no problem with witnessing one of the most aggressive kingdom monsters from a distance most would consider suicidal. However, the more he approached, the more his demeanor became agitated...for different reasons.

His mind bend on preparation for danger, he never took the time to notice certain things about the monster-ladies. Being in mere steps of the sleeping Jho made him realize that she was basically naked. And while she was resting on her chest, her hands made no effort to hide the voluptuous body she had. This made him very nervous as his body struggled to keep itself from 'feeling' her.

Living alone for years and occasionally meeting others made him wish for a companion. Perhaps a mate, or a lover. But he never was the kind to just take someone against their will. To avoid doing this now of all days, he quickly began healing her injuries. Unfortunately, as if stricken by foul luck...or the amusement of a deity, most wounds were located in the most erogenous parts of her body. Sweat flew as much as a river for Jordan that day as he cursed whoever was in control of the lands for tempting him in such a manner.

Good thing he still had an ounce of willpower to avoid falling in his desire. The moment he had finished doing his healing to her, Jordan quickly left, albeit in silence, to avoid waking her up.

Day after day, he visited in a sneaking manner, putting food in places that would prompt her to re-exercise her wounded limbs, granting her power each time. Like a coach secretly training a student, Jordan felt very proud of helping her regaining her old strength. He felt they were not as violent as the people had depicted them.

Over a month of this, the Jho had fully recovered. She could run. She could fight. She could do anything. Jordan knew it would be the last time he'd see her. As such, in a farewell gift, he left the best meal a monster could wish for. Jordan had hunted a game between helping her recover. It had brought him a great harvest. A titanic boar from elsewhere, brought down and cooked. It was all for her, resting near a small river bed. Still steaming from the camp. She ate it all and in this moment, graced the area with the greatest smile a Jho could muster.

Jordan felt it was time to part. And so...he left, never to see her again...

...or so he thought...

Another month passes. Jordan passes path with another man. This man happens to be wondering around with a very alluring lady at his side. They spend half of the day at Jordan's home, nestling over cliffs. They speak of how they've met while holding each other's hands. The Edaph nestles her head over the other hunter's chest.

And then, out of nowhere, she tells Jordan that a Jho has been looking for someone lately, often seen in the same area, be it amidst the tree in a pile of gilded leaves or beside the bed of a river. Her attitude was strange for a Jho, since quite a few men had passed in her full sight, only to be ignored. Or, in the case of those wishing to tame her, flatout rejected.

Jordan finds it weird. As the night falls, he ponders the idea of a mutant Jho. Why here though? This place had nothing special if he recalled correctly...

A week passes. Jordan is currently gathering a few sweat-free flowers to utilize. A few are stranded over a river bed. Looking to the left and right, he crouches to pick them up. And then, a rumbling occurs. Must be great beasts either fighting for territory or one hunting game. Jordan puts the noise out of his mind.

His collect is done. He is about to leave, but the same noise occurs. This time, any hidden beast can be seen running out of their hiding spots, fleeing. Why so? Jordan takes no risk and begins running as well. He slithers around the trees, leaves, rocks and everything available to escape, thinking it must be a predator's call out to a prey. And then...

...stomps. Near him. Closing in on him. Nothing serious he thinks of it. His agility will help...

He sees the beast. Majestic. Powerful. Relentless. It's...a Jho. More importantly, she greatly ressembles the one's morale he raised. Her eyes are locked on him...

Not the docile creatures unaware of her presence...

''Not the larger beasts easily overwhelmed by her strength... ''

''Not even the men they come across, camping and fully relaxed. Men that looked like they could easily sate her 'animal needs'''

No...

''Jordan was at the center of her vision...as if everything else was dark. No rather, there was nothing but him in the spotlight...''

Seeing the way she looked at him, he immediatly realized that and hauled as hard as he could. Jordan had outran many, many creatures in his stay here in the reptile kingdom. But, for all his experience and cunning, there was one category he had never accounted for. One that he couldn't stray away from. Not him. Not anyone. A lovestruck beast in the search for her soulmate.

But, how could she recognize him? He was overly cautious. His odor was non-existant. HIs hands, covered by leather. The food he set up, away from him. Well, that was correct...except for one thing he underestimated. That amount of care he put in. It somehow imprinted itself on her, as she knew soon that someone was looking out for her, despite the rumors about her kind. The more he left something, the more she could trace the stranger's paterns. HIs fleeing smell. The things he wears.

Essentially, Jordan was scouted by her, unbeknowst to him. Because of that care he poured in. And also, perhaps because his mind sought someone as well. All of this, re-united, gave the result he was seeing. A lovestruck Jho who at long last, has found someone to care for to be cared for by.

...she is not going to let such a treasure get away...

Only now does Jordan realize the folly of his actions such as recovering her agility and dexerity. With each minute passing, she gets a bit close. With each minute, he can hear her heart beating faster. Her gaze, with each second, being convinced more that he is the one for her. To be able to keep u p for so long with someone like her.

Eventually, Jordan decides to play his last gamble. South in the map, there is a camp of Order troopers, thinking they will be able to enlist the lord of these lands to abide by the chief goddess. With the camp filled by heroes, surely one of them could be used to sate her desires. He charges head first in their camp, to the confusion of all the men in here, as well as their legions of soliders.

Not staying around to catch the results of hiw gamble, Jordan continues further, soon reaching a cave not far from home. He gets rest deep inside and waits.

One hour passes. The noise overheard from the men in the camp have stopped. Being heroes, they must have lots of stamina. Easily enough to satiate her for the moment. At least, it's what he thinks. He walks out of the cave to confirm the silence. Nothing. Jordan sighs in relief. He walks back in the cave, picks his bag and exits it.

He wants to see the aftermath. He knows it dangerous but for a reason, does not consider it. Making his way to the camp, he witnesses the entirely of the camp ravaged. The man are all down, broken armor, moaning in pain. He takes a gander around and sees the heroes. In the same state as their soldier. Jorden's eyes widen.

Why? Looking at the heroes, he notes that their undergarments are not undone. Jordan had heard of camps of men all dominated by a single Jho who was not satiated. And yet, the best the Order could offer were left untouched, besides their broken armors, bones and possibly pride.

He needs to get out of here. His mind knows what that means. He turns to flee...

...she stands in front of him...

He is in full view of her sight. More startling was the fact that no injury was present on her body. Sensing his eyes going up and down, the Jho tells him that after all the care he gave her, she couldn't afford to let those Order scumbags scratch it. Especially not while in the process of presenting herself to her caretaker.

Jordan couldn't run anymore. No, rather, as he watched her speak about the love she felt, the meals he so lovingly presented to her, and most importantly, the body she was displaying, a body which, despite being somewhat brutish, could now easily brand a royal aristocrat as a jealous woman...Jordan didn't want to run anymore.

The Jho walked to him, displaying an incredible amount of restraint for her kind. Jordan noted that all too well. One question parted from her lips...why did he hide?

Jordan looked in her crimson eyes. But then faltered. With no words, she knew what it meant. He felt it would be cheating of taking advantage of a heart swollen woman. Be she human or not. He prefered her taking someone in her fullest of capacities, even when knowing that monsters are usually 'easier' to convince.

The Jho's restraint faltered as well, resulting in her hands grasping the helmet he wears. Taking it off, she is presented to a bald man with an obvious scar on his left cheek. She takes her hand to it, raising his head to meet her loving gaze. Again, his mind tells him that for her to go to this length to convay her sincere feelings without outsight jumping him was taking a lot of willpower.

Fortunately for her, her 'prey' could no longer run. He 'lost' his will. Throwing his helmet away, she approaches his face, reaching for a kiss. As hungry as she was, what with the fact that he made her run a marathon, she wanted him to want it as well. To be sure her feeling were obvious. They were...

He kissed her back. His hands grabbed her waist to drag her closer. Neither of their eyes are opened. The wail of grown men beaten down by a pickle were naught but white noise to these two. Soon enough, Jordan was walking out with her at his side. Her blush and eyes told him she wanted more. But 'feeding' her would have to be elsewhere.

Why? Refer to the wail of grown men unable to believe that not only were they beaten down by an angry pickle, but also outright rejected by said angry pickle angered her. She did not want to hear then whine. Jordan picked up on that immediately. And so, he brought her back home, at the top of a cliff.

Poor Jordan. He had barely taken a step inside that the Jho glomped him on the ground. Flipping him on his back, she began trying to strip him. But the way the armor was presented made it so she couldn't peel it off without hurting him. She gave him a very explicit pout while knocking on his chestplate. Jordan took a few seconds realizing the meaning behind.

Minutes pass as Jordan is facing his future mate. If healing her gave him an impression view of her body, well here, he got the full sight. Sitting on his bed, she soon went to sit on his hips, with her chest embracing his. He could feel every inch of her body feeling his. All of this became too much for poor Jordan. The Jho recoiled with the feeling of something poking her between her legs. Her instinct knew what it was. Again, a serious case of restraint was display as instead of her jumping him, she lay on his bed, her hands outstretched to him, eagerly awaiting him to 'take' her. Slowly, he joined her on the bed...

A day passes. Jordan is on his bed, the Jho sleeping over him, her head cradled on his chest like a lover. His hand covers her back, keeping her close to him. The sun rises in a surprisigny quiet dawn. Very quiet. His mind ignores that fact and is centered on her sleeping form. Very cute for one of the most terrifying beast around. So peaceful. Are all mosters like that when they sleep sound of mind?

Slowly, she wakes up to his welcome to the next day. Easily replied with a welcome of his, considering his 'performance' was up-par. Coming from her, it was something. Regardless, he asks her how she managed to ignore the sheer amount of heroes in the camp they traversed. With a scoff, she tells him that apparently, the Order as a whole is hated by the denizens of reptile kingdom. And apparently, despite being heroes with supposed augmented power and vigor, they fail to uphold those rumors, if he knows what she means. She wanted a real man and it was obvious that the one crazy enough to approach one of her kind to heal her was better suited than a bunch of wanna-be knights who probably haven't seen action outside of P.R control.

Jordan can't help but laugh at her words, even with knowing she was indeed serious. Speaking of other Jhos who were mighty disappointed with the 'Heroes', she ends up laughing as well. The couple's laughter is derailled by several knocks on his door.

Jordan dresses up with spare clothes and walks up to the door, only to be presented with armored goons. Local security. All of them get surprised to see him well and alive. Apparently, he was seen with a Jho and most people reported of screams in the night. They wanted to see whether he was dead or not. Jordan, being who he is ended up laughing very hard as his mate slowly arrives, in nothing but a blanket.

With a pouty expression, she roars at them that those were her screams they've heard. It all turns to an hour of rant about how it's not her fault her cries of pleasure sound like an angry beast and Jho don't usually kill their mates like it was rumored so mant times. The local guards all stand in a straight line, all too afraid to move an inch with her slid gaze petrifiying them in place. Jordan, witnessing this tried his hardest not to stiffle a laugh.

Most of the guard here would tally him as one of those insane men who could apparently tame a Jho. If only they knew...