Xerra the Amazonian Chieftain

Xerra, the chieftain for the only non nomadic settlement of Amazonians the Barbarian tribe. As is tradition Xerra won her position by becoming the champion in the tournament of succession held every six years. That was when she was 19, four years have passed since then and she was now 23. The Barbarian ruler was built like no other, standing a staggeringly tall 21’ 11” she towered over the average amazonian by a solid 6+ feet. Not only that, but she was the perfect specimen of a warrior, her muscles swelled from her constant training and combat during monster subjugation. Much like every amazonian though she stayed soft in the areas that would make attracting a mate, either with themselves or from the outside, much easier. As such she had a bust that was at least twice the size of watermelons, and an ass you could bounce a gold coin off of. Thanks to amazonian biology however, she was still just as muscled in those areas as well, they were just more hidden. To top off her impressive physical features she was a futanari with a girthy member measuring a solid 3’ in length when erect. She was truly the pride of the amazonians. To round off the rest of her features she had tanned skin to the point of looking bronze. Her hair was a striking dark pink color that waved down to her mid back. Her eyes a pale blue in color. Unlike the rest of her body that screamed deadly combatant her face had a mature charm to her that looked very motherly to most people, and she was able to put most at ease with a flash of her reassuring smile.

That smile served her well in her new role as chieftain as she was not a barbaric barbarian leader. She was by no means a meat head, and was in fact a very intellectual woman. She much preferred to end conflicts with other nations with diplomacy rather than war. This was a huge sigh of relief to her people who loved exploring the cultures of the outside nations. Trade became huge under her rule, and they even strengthened their bond with their oldest allies in the trade city of Tybrim. While she didn’t marry the king like many of her predecessors, she was close friends with their leader even before she became the chieftain. She was recalling her conversation with him just the night before as her and her tribe’s warriors were on the hunt for some Tectonic Tortoises that had become a menace to her people as well as Tybrim’s people.

“So are you all set for tomorrow?” The King Elect of Tybrim, Wafrin Durins, asked Xerra the night prior to the subjugation.

“What a foolish question Frin. You should know that a few Tortoises couldn’t hope to stand up against the might of the Barbarians! HA HA HA!” Xerra was usually stoic in public, but amongst friends in private she could be boisterous as well.

“Even still as part of our agreement my city won’t be able to send men, but we’ll fully supply your women for the hunt.”

“Yes I know the terms, and we’ve already harassed your blacksmiths more than enough.” She said coyly as she took a sip from the wine glass in front of her. It was not uncommon for her and Walfrin to exchange words over a drink whenever they met.

“Well as long as all your affairs are in order for your mission. Before you return I’ll make sure the goods you ordered for your village in exchange for taking care of this issue are packed up for you.”

“Thank you, oh generous benefactor.”

“Oh, shove it Xer.”

“HA HA HA HA HA—-, can’t take a little teasing even after all these years eh, Frin!” The relationship between these two rulers were a bit of a rarity in Libidine as they were true friends, and their relationship extended far beyond just being politically beneficial. Case in point a few hours later, and a few too many drinks enjoyed by Xerra, she’d begin a familiar rant that Wafrin would have to endure.

“Frin! Frin! It’s not faaaaaaaaaaair!”

“Xer, you do this every time! Don’t drink so much damnit!”

“That’s easy for you to say! You’re already married ya bastard! Aaaaaand you married for love too! Makes me sick, I just want to huck you across this city!”

“Please don’t or you’ll kill me! Plus the problem is you set your bar way to high anyway.”

“Nuh-Uh, lots of my people find a foreign man that swoops in and sweeps them off their feet with their dashing heroics!”

“Be that as it may Xer, there are quite a number of men that can take your average amazonian in a fight, and can woo them with their might. However, you are hardly an average amazonian, I doubt there is a single human that can hold a candle to you. Plus why does it have to be human and male specifically? Maybe you can find your strapping, heroic lover in Fortibellaor or Gigantium, Dragonkin and Giants are rather strong.”

“YOU KNOW I HAVE A TYPE STUPID!!!!! HUMAN MEN ARE CUTE!!!”

“See right there is part of the problem Xer, men don’t enjoy being called cute.”

“ARGH! I’m a maiden too! I deserve love too! WHY CAN’T I BE LOVED!”

“Ignoring me now I see, alright then.”

“Any man that I get to interact with are too scared of me to form any relationship with. You I met when we were kids and were relatively the same hight, but now…”

“Xer, I know, I know, but you’ll find someone.”

“WHEN! Am I that grotesque, am I unloveable! I hate myself.”

“Oh, don’t say that.”

“I do I hate how tall and strong I am. If I were a soft and gentle human girl I’d find my hero as quick as a snap.” There was a small silence before Wafrin took Xerra’s hand into his to comfort her.

“Xer, I promise you that you’ll find someone like how I found Teffra.” Xerra nodded slowly with tears in her eyes as she slowly got to her feet.

“I hope you’re right my friend. I’m not feeling well, so I’ll turn in for the night.”

“Okay Xer, be well soon my friend.” With that a downcast Xerra return to her room for the night.

“Chief Xerra! Something’s wrong!” One of her warriors snapped her from her lamentations.

“Huh?” Xerra peered over the sprawling sands looking to see what the issue was. It was eerily calm for an area that was supposed to have Tectonic Tortoises roaming about, and then she noticed it as well, half buried in the sand was the unmistakable shells of the Tortoises.

“Are those-”

“Yes Chief they’re Tortoise shells.”

“Retreat!” Xerra hollered.

“What? why!” One of her warriors who hadn’t noticed the situation yet called out.

“A Sandragoon is near!” The Sandragoon was the apex predator of the desert, and labeled a Pantheon level threat by the guild. It would take the Barbarian tribe’s full military might to take one out. It had to be this monster because it is the only monster in the entire Virum Desert that has the capacity to breach a Tectonic Tortoise’s shell.

*URRAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGSHIKSHIKSHIKSHIKSHIK*

Every amazonian present froze in place that cry was unmistakable to any who called Virum their home.

“I SAID RETREAT!!!!!!!” Xerra called out yet again, and her warriors wasted no time in turning tail and rushing as fast as they could away from that dreaded monster.

*Shiff* *Shiff* *Shiff* *Shiff* *Shiff* *Shiff* *Shiff*

Xerra glanced over her shoulder and realized that retreat was not an option the sandragoon was already kicking up a trail of sand heading directly towards them. It closed the distance in a matter of seconds and erupted from the ground kicking up a tower of sand like a geyser. Before her eyes was true **** of nature. A combination of a snake and an eastern dragon. The monster had the head of a snake with long, sharp, fangs, a forked and flittering tongue, and the unmistakable predatory eyes of a snake. It’s a sand colored body was covered in brown scales that seeped sand that it produced as a unique trait of it was its ability to produce and transmute into sand. The long body had small fin like ridges all the way down its back and ended in a tail fin. As it loomed over her Xerra kicked into gear and took off. She didn’t want to be caught up in the monster’s most feared attack: Sandferno. Sandferno is a super heated sand breath the beast would blast at its prey. First the sand burns and rips flesh from the body and then before it can kill the prey for good the sand turns to glass leaving the prey imprisoned in glass. The pain of the breath tortures the prey before the monster slowly and methodically consumes them alive.

The women were once again starting to put distance from the beast while it charged the attack, but Xerra realized it wouldn’t be enough.

*SHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIII SSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHIIIIIIII*

The sound of sand rustling was loud and clear and one glance over her shoulder confirmed what Xerra feared, the monster was ready to fire its blast as a ball of swirling sand shifted about in its maw. If they kept running there was good odds they wouldn’t be pursued and that was because it’d already have ensnared its meal. It was targeting one warrior that was heavy with the blade but not swift of foot, she was as good as dead.

*SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA*

The sand was fired right on target. The warrior looked on in dread as she knew her life was forfeit. Suddenly she felt herself levitating as an unknown **** flung her from the blast. As she flew away she was able to catch a glimpse of what sent her flying, as she saw Chief Xerra’s strong back for just a second before it was consumed in sand.

“CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEF!” The warrior shouted with tears in her eyes.

Xerra had closed her eyes and braced for ****, but the sand never bore down on her.

*SHRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Her eyes shot open when she heard the anguished cry of the monster.

*PISHHHHH*

As she opened her eyes it was as if a huge sandstorm had just passed her as a mountain’s worth of sand was flying in a different direction, it was the sandstorm slip ability of the sandragoon. It was running away! She didn’t understand what happened at first as she looked upon the fleeing beast in confusion.

“A-are you alright my lady?” A shaky masculine voice came from below her towering line of sight. She looked down to see a figure in a blue robe who was no doubt a mage. He stood about 6’ 6” but still that only put him at around knee hight next to her. Before she could answer his question the sweeping air that was still stirred up from whatever had happened blew his hood off. She quickly took him in, and her heart soared when she saw her savior was a human man. He had blonde hair and light skin and looked toned even though he was a mage. Finally, taking him all in she was able to see the damage that was done to him. His right arm was still outstretched as he panted in exhaustion and pain. The right sleeve had been torn clear off and about 70% of his arm’s flesh too. To make maters worse within the wounds were shards of glass that were already dripping with his blood.

“Forget about me, what about you!”

“Heh, I’m glad I made it on time. I had just left the area after confirming my suspicion about a sandragoon being nearby. I was going to warn Tybrim when I heard your call for retreat, and high tailed it over to help.”

“How did you take that attack head on?”

“Reflection magic. Pretty cool right, I created it myself! Though clearly there is still work to do on it, but I turned the bastards attack right back at it.” He turned and said with a smirk. Xerra’s heart skipped a beat when she saw his smiling face and glimmering red eyes.

“Ugh” His injury was finally starting to affect him as his adrenaline wore off and he started to collapse into the sand.

“No!” Xerra caught the mage in her arms and scooped him up. Carrying the man by cradling him in her arms the Barbarian chief took off like a rocket.

“I need to head out first ladies, catch up as quickly as possible!”

“YES CHIEF!” Her warriors called out.

*Shuff* *Shuff* *Shuff* *Shuff* *Shuff* *Shuff*

“Sir I think the Tortoises have begun to stampede!” A guard called out to Wafrin who waited for his friend’s return. They looked out to the desert and noticed a huge whirl of sand being kicked up and whatever caused it was approaching quickly.

“Something isn’t right here, what do our snipers see!” He called out for the opinion of the unit’s marksmen who possessed the far vision skill.

“Sir it appears to be the Barbarian Chief!”

“Is she being pursed?”

“No sir she is carrying an injured man in her arms!”

“Prepare a medical bed at once then!”

“Yes Sir!”

He looked out into the desert and smirked at his friend, hoping this was the destined meeting she had been waiting for.