Victoriously Yours,

Organically Veneering

Yisrael trailed down the similar hunting track in fuming silence, walking behind River and her daft archeologist friend.

Christopher had asked to see the hunting-fishing grounds and how the Iborian hunter-gathers tapped into the well integrated natural sources of Amazon.

As a head-hunter himself, Yisrael enjoyed good hunts and fishing by utilizing their blowguns, arrows and darts tipped with poison and spears. They were also highly territorial over their hunting enclave.

All native tribes have participated in making clear of the demarcation of their lands, ensuring their boundary was respected.

Sophisticated hunting, tracking, navigation skills were the indigenous ingenuities of most Iborians to the hostile environment.

However, for Yisrael it was child's play.

He learnt from an early age how to hunt wild games, sense changes in climate, return of migration of birds and the flowering seasons of fruits trees.

He employed his techniques, honed them over the years and is now capable of making his tribal people healthy, self sufficient and happy.

He belonged to the forest. The environment. He knew it so well.

How to collect honey from wild bees without getting stung, he'd spit the sap of a plant over the hive to drive the bees away.

His blow guns were made from raw hardwood and the darts laced with a poison that interferes with the functioning of the animal's heart as he strikes them down.

Over time, he developed by using plants to treat injuries. Like the bark of copal trees is applied to infection, the juice of cat's claw vine can treat diarrhea, crushed aromatic leaves are inhaled to alleviate cold and nausea.

He also works a poison curare that is used on the tips of arrows to paralyze preys which can also act as a muscle relaxant.

He was many things and yet he felt a hole in him.

And that hole yearned to be filled by the most intriguing woman in front of him.

He watched her ass move in the most sensational dance as she chatted with Chris. Her whole side body was pressed against him, clearly trying to prove to Yisrael how mad she was with him.

He wasn't going to be sorry for he had done. His first culmination after five years and this was the only time he had felt utter blissful moments washing away.

His own individual rising.

It's not like he didn't want to soothe her but when she mentioned how happy she was with him and Yuh's partnership, he began to seethe.

Her lie was so clear. He didn't need to know she was pretending. He just wanted to know why she was pretending.

Yosemite called him out, breaking his trance, " I spot a boar. You want it?"

Yisrael had already heard the mammal's shuffling feet. Quietly he moved behind the lowered branch, as he raised his blowgun placing it on his mouth.

He waited. No one moved.

The moment he saw the mammal, he forced out a strong exhalation to pneumatically propel the dart hitting straight into the boar's back.

The sound of the hurt animal immediately shot amidst the forest.

He lowered his gun and smirked. Easy shot.

When he looked back to see if River was looking at him, he frowned.