the curling fingers of mist.
Funan smiled. He and his hunt mates had patiently stalked their prey. The
time for the kill was almost upon them. But not yet. Only when Funan was
satisfied that all conditions were freelesbiansex right would he signal his men with his
sun-bronzed hand.
Slipping like shadows
out of the underbrush, twin brothers Fan Shih freelesbiansex and
Pol Shih moved to either side of Funan. Like their chief, they clutched
wooden spears freelesbiansex tipped with chipped obsidian. Camouflaged for the hunt, their
faces, torsos and chests were darkened by ash and slashed with brown and
green mud. Leafy vines encircled their arms and legs and crowned freelesbiansex their
heads.
Adorning their hips, untreated leather thongs displayed trophies of
previous freelesbiansex hunts-skulls, bones, rows of
sharp teeth and curved freelesbiansex fangs
belonging freelesbiansex to a dozen species. Dangling from cords around their necks were
bits of fur, feather and quartz, magical charms meant to ensure a
successful hunt.
As a breeze moved over him, Funan stroked a dried freelesbiansex freelesbiansex monkey's tail hanging at
his throat and sniffed the air once more. He could smell the pig, the
vegetation, and the river in the distance-but nothing else. Yet tension
preyed upon his nerves, and his men seemed on edge, too.
Freelesbiansex never before had they hunted this freelesbiansex close to the sacred temple. Although the
jungle around the stone pyramid teemed with wildlife,