Neva- Leader of the Tribe.

Just a snippet from Neva’s POV in Bloodborg: The Harvest by M.W. Wolf. I have avoided making proofreading adjustments so it can be read as it was when submitted to Riot Forge.

Legions of giant beasts once roamed this barren land and water cascaded over the enormous basalt walls, descending into chasms far below and meandering through valleys and gorges, nourishing the soil. This waterfall was once known as “The smoke that thunders”. Now the dust clouds are all that smokes the skies of these deserted lands.

Neva lay in the dusty earth, in the mouth of her cave-dwelling which burrowed into a dry wall of a gorge close to where the once-great attraction stood. The blazing sun shone into her blue-grey eyes. Like a cosmic explosion, her eyes shone back at the sun-bleached scabby crust of the riverbed. The segmented texture of the dry soil resembled the cracks and lines of her dried skin around her eyes, where tears had run rivulets down her face and crusted.

Heat radiated up from the ground, wobbling Neva’s image of the two barefooted silhouettes which approached up the riverbed, the earth cracked with each footfall.

Three hyenas licked Neva’s exposed swollen breasts as milk leaked from them. Neva thrust the beasts aside and sat up. She wiped the tears from her face with a cloth-sling which was intended to carry Neva’s new-born daughter, Sabella.

Neva wiped the hyena drool from her breasts and stood up, prepared to receive her tribesman. Neva whistled; the three Hyena’s sprang to attention. The hyenas guarded Neva in arrowhead formation.