"How are they deciding where to go?" Marcos inquired. He was sitting at his usual place near the top of the hill taking furtive looks around from time to time. At his feet, were two small deep fire holes only a little bigger than his fist. They connected underground and allowed him to hide the flame and add animal droppings for smokeless fuel. Several small rodents on sticks stood over the smokeless mini fire pit and were sizzling nicely. It was just now getting dark though the sun hadn't yet set.
Kaarthen sat a arms length away down slope. She felt like she was twice that distance from him. Her eyes were right inline with the cooking food. She was certain he did it on purpose.
"I don't think we decided anything, the leader told them to go northeast to make for the corridor." Kaarthen responded, the smell of food was strong in her weakened state, she could barley take her eyes off it.
"They are just going to cross into the bordering areas of Astrokos, by a difficult and dangerous route, for no reason. Is this a sight seeing trip?" Marcos quipped.
"In Astrokos, Amazons are enemies of the Crown. The border areas are also dangerous because the Menthino border guards and our northern scout cavalry will be patrolling for Astrokine raiding parties, and bandits or slavers." Marcos said looking her body over appraisingly. She tried to remain still and act unaffected.
"Have you been through these areas?" He asked plainly looking at her crotch.
"Not this far east. I have hunted in the south and went east until the border." She said slowly closing her legs and twisting sideways.
"You hunted mud people that must have been satisfying." Marcos said openly sarcastic. "I'll tell you what your friends are trying to walk into then. When the Ort comes rushing out of the mountains heading east, the south shore is tall cliffs while the north side is fertile flat and flood prone. A few hundred miles later, that switches as the Ort makes an arc north gently then slowly turns south as it meets the river Moxle." Marcos said tracing a hand across a shoulder then between her breasts.
"A single 4-mile gap is where both Astrokos and Menthino have beaches facing each other. The Ort widens and slows but has vicious hidden whirlpools between them." He moved down to between her legs.
"Since the floods come every year sweeping miles inland. Both sides are only able to build permanent fortresses on the cliffs. They have to patrol the rest, build temporary watchtowers, travel checkpoints, and set up patrol camps in the floodplain." He was half way standing over her as he dug his hands into her. His fingers flickered busily.
"Both countries hardened their armies with small pitched battles and raids nearly all year around except if the fast moving Ort does not freeze over." He said straightening before her reaching for his pants.
"Caris is..." Kaarthen started.
"Caris is the Huntress leader?" Marcos interrupted, latching onto the name. The information was enough of a distraction for him to forget sex for the moment.
He bent to look her in the face.
"She fills that role, yes." Kaarthen quietly finished. Marcos could taste the lack of confidence.
"They don't seem very sisterly to you. Are you new to the group? You just delivered right?" Marcos watched her knowing this was private information despite how obvious the information was.
"Ah yes.... "The female almost looked embarrassed. Marcos knew that was a 'yes' to everything.
"Well, you must have had a son didn't you? You're the most stressed new mother I've ever seen." She dropped her head in embarrassment, knowing she was too late getting to an enclave to ensure a female had been the start of all this stress.
Her oddly pointed ears came out through her hair again. They were long and looked almost elfish. However, they were too wide, like a half-breed Marcos supposed.
"Does Caris know of your bloodline?" Her head shoot up, her gaze hardened.
"No that's not..." Her ears moved, dropping back slowly. Elves could move their ears like that he knew, but not all still had the ability.
"I see and what are you?" Marcos asked almost sure of the answer already.
"Um Drow actually...My mother was famous to my people as a sport huntress. The priestesses were quite surprised by my appearance since I used to be darker. They were glad of the Goddess' blessing of my strong feminine form." She was almost haughty and obviously proud. Not exactly what people want in their prisoners. She didn't seem open to manipulation from being overly prideful either.
That news really was a surprise for Marcos. She was too curvy and big in the hips, thighs, shoulders, and breast for an elven relation. She was also pretty tall for a drow hybrid.
On anyone but the grey haired Amazons, the breeding would be obvious. Marcos looked at her skin it was pale enough to be translucent which was normal. There were dark patches in the fleshy areas of her body and face, under her cheekbones, and eyelids, her chest under those gigantic breasts was unaccountably dark. Her body seemed almost tanned grey in areas too, but it was light and really only apparent to the eyes if not looked at directly. If it were not for the tan, the contrasting colors would make her seem vampire like in appearance.
Her mother must have been pretty tough to pull down a single drow with the Amazon fighting style. Any drow male out and about on the surface would be an armored warrior. Despite the fact they submit to females in their culture, they do not do it easily. No doubt, this one had benefits from that coupling she was proud of.
