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Trespassing

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Drat, guess that's me spotted again. 

Oohhh, a big, hefty guy too! And I think he likes what he sees~ How the heck did I miss him?

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I'm in danger. :)

Dear innocent diary,

Lunengar Mire... People always told me to stay well away from these vast swamplands neighboring our town.
The reclusive crocodilians that have made the deeper parts of it their home are primitive hunter-gatherers, and their males in particular are said to be 'aggressive, territorial savages', or as I heard someone describe them: 'amoral, uninhibited brutes who just take what they want'. I wasn't completely sure what he meant by that.

Of course, my inner anthropologist still had to get the better of me some day. Just one sneaky trek in there, one look at these people with my own eyes. I was willing to bet they weren't actually that rough.
Maybe I'd even find a beautiful tribal settlement, built with much more sophisticated craftsmanship than all that hearsay about lizards living in mudholes would have you believe. Just one cautious look. I can still hear myself say it: "Imma former Boy Scout with 30 merit badges damnit, I'm good at staying out of sight!"

Foolish, so foolish. Only an hour in and not yet nearing anything remotely resembling a civilization, turned out I'd set foot on an alligator's fishing hole. And it became apparent that I was way, way out of my league when it comes to tracking and hiding...
It's true, you see: they really can hold their breath very well.

One sated curiosity later, I had to admit those warnings weren't unfounded. Slightly aggressive? Yeah, checks out. Territorial? Definitely.
Primal and uninhibited, taking what they want without moral consideration, if they simply can through superior power? Mmhhm, also not inaccurate... Now, I know this should really have kept me away for good, but after realizing what most of them want, I just... I just keep coming back! :O

Turns out, they're really, really good at it. Inconsiderate, domineering and selfish, but amazingly good. It's not just the overpowering strength and size, it's something more. Theirs seems to be a wild, unfettered way of lovemaking that you just don't see these days.
Perhaps breeding is the better word, claiming, with intensity set to the max. Animalistic in a way that maybe requires an upbringing amidst nature and its hardships. Right of the strongest, that kinda thing.

Whatever it is, I fear it has kind of spoiled me...

I'll spare you the most icky details, dear diary, but I'll say this: once we're done, it sure is a good thing that they seem to insist on carrying me all the way to the edge of the swamp to kick me out. Cause man or woman, 500 pounds of hung reptile will make you walk funny. Especially if he decides that that wrecking ball at his base is to be included in his fun. (//ω//)

Whether this escorting is out of some kindness or just to make sure my intruding ass is gone, their thoroughness still saves me half the painful, awkward trip home (not to mention sticky, what with all the mud and the uhm, y'know... good thing there's always water around here, though I find their taste to be difficult to get out of my mouth).
And real talk? To be hung over those strong shoulders and carried along, it makes for a ride that's really not unpleasant. By the way, I love that content rumbling thing they sometimes do during this time, it's so soothing.

I think I may have been partially right in my assessment: they may not be much for conversation (not that our languages have any commonalities to begin with), but these so-called savage brutes are total softies once they're satisfied!
Pent-up though, well, not so much... and it makes them stupidly addicting..

Man, do these guys have a female problem or something? Or is it just all that obvious testosterone making them all so similarly virile and lecherous?
All I know is that I'm way more into it than I should be... If this is their way of punishing trespassers, then ever since that first gator tore my clothes off and forced himself on me, all their efforts have been wasted. Guess I'm just weird like that.

You know, perhaps one day I'll actually be able to track down that village, in whatever shape or form it exists, when I'm somehow not apprehended beforehand. Maybe see what's going on there. I wonder how many more attempts it'll take... Seven and counting.

Maybe next time, I can at least find out if sharing is a concept their culture has~

Yours,

Anon

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