In times of need and scarcity, the village would offer up their best male specimen to the Goddess of the jungle as a way of gaining her favor and bringing to them what was needed for survival. This was one of those times. The tribal council was called, gathering all the men of the tribe, from parts far and wide.Between the two groups of men, a wild woman danced. Her long silver hair cascaded wildly around her naked body, which was covered in tribal tattoos. She was the tribe’s medicine woman. She would be the one who chose which man would be sacrificed. It was up to her to find the specimen that could satisfy the Goddess. She danced to the deep rhythmic drumming, losing herself into trance. Her own body was on fire, she was filled with desire herself due to an herbal drink she had consumed as part of the ritual. She felt a very powerful energy here, unmistakably. Closing her eyes, she followed the flow. She stopped dancing abruptly. The drumming stumbled as those watching her were startled. They regrouped and the drumming continued, but she walked out of the circle over to the edge of the clearing. A man stood there leaning against a tree watching the ceremony. He did not have as perfect of a chiseled body as those who were originally considered, but he had an energy about him that drew the medicine woman to him. HE was the one, she was certain. When she reached him, she put her hand out and pulled his head to her and kissed him, a long deep passionate kiss. Yes, yes, yes, this was the one. He stirred her soul. The Goddess would find satisfaction tonight and save the village.