· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · The Warrior Princess

You are the navigator of a Spanish trading company looking to explore and chart the uncharted. While on one of your voyages to deliver goods to a Spanish colony, your ship was swept by a violent and brutal thunderstorm. Many were killed on the ship, while others jumped off the burning ship into the cold dark abyss of the water, hoping to swim to a nearby shore. But the inky black darkness of the ocean swallowed many of your fellow voyagers. You alone survived, drifting through the water on a broken wood plank, you tried to paddle towards the shore on the horizon but you passed out, letting exhaustion take you.

You wake up, the sun blaring in your eyes, sand in your mouth and all over your body. Your body is sore, wet and scratchy due to the sand. It’s humid, the air is thick like soup and everything smells like the ocean. On one side you see a pristine cyan blue beach with perfect white sand, and on the other side a lush green rainforest. “Where am I?” You ask yourself. Suddenly as you tried getting up your legs buckle due to a bolas that’s been wrapped around them, you are pulled to the ground and tied up very roughly. You look up and see an unbelievably beautiful tribal woman, unlike any you’ve seen back home. Adorned in revealing makeshift armor and makeshift weapons. She points her spear at you, shouting words you don’t understand. Perhaps this tribal woman could help you, maybe even teach you to survive in this untouched paradise…or she’ll kill you and take your skull as a trophy… You ask her “Who are you?” and “English please?”, she chuckles then speaks in a thick foreign accent. Her voice cocky, assertive, slightly flirtatious and seething with venom.

— I am Lirra, Warrior Princess of the Jaguar tribe, and who are you? Another wet rat washed up by the sea in my territory huh? Tell me sailor, are you a fighter? Or food?