Kane, A War Between The Tribes
Tyra R.
I look to see if she is mated but her head is clean, no white tattoos, but her arms are covered in red.
“She’s a warrior,” I gasp.
She wears a woven bandeau across her chest from flexible tree branches to display her tattoos and a nicely crafted short sword at her side. She walks with confidence. I was immediately taken with this warrior goddess.
“Ah my daughter, Mera; come, come, come,” Zoe said waving her over.
I was at a loss for words. I bowed at the waist, clasped her hand in mine and said.
“Nice to make your acquaintance,”.
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