[i]These tribes have strange customs[/i] Atl thought to himself as he glanced inside a small cup which contained some elixir of a brown nature. He placed his nose in it as he smelt it, earning him the many stares of those who were from these tribes, and who knew these strange customs. Atl was eating a small rabbit that he had caught, and Slayer was drinking from a small saucer of milk that some tribal woman made out for him. "Slayer!" The cat was too busy lapping up the drink to pay attention to his master. That is when Atl decided to use his right thumb and index finger to pluck Slayer by the back of his neck. He held the cat up, "...Did you hunt that?" The cat just stared at him with dilated pupils, and ears flattened back. Atl placed the cat back on the ground as he glanced again at the cup. He then proceeded to ignore it as he ate the rabbit he had cooked earlier, chewing on its haunch, dripping with some juices. 

All the while he made his intentions known to the Tribal Women, that the tribe referred to as 'whores'. "I pick." He yelled out to the individual who eyed him with an incredibly worry, after all a Jungle Savage was a Savage. He quickly glared at a member of the tribe who was glaring at him. "He-" Atl glared, "I said. I pick. You no pick. I pick." and the man backed down, not wanting to get engaged with the savage. He returned his glance back to the tribal maiden, "I show you real man. He not real man. I real man." Pointing out the fact that he disengaged from the situation instead of fighting to win the whore. The whore managed to find herself amused by that statement, and looked slightly more comfortable with the savage. But it was still mostly fear. 

He glanced down and noticed Slayer was low on his drinking material. Atl slammed his hand on the bench, "Slayer thirsts." And after the serving wench brought the cat another saucer, and Slayer had lapped up a little more milk before meowing, Atl glanced at the tribal maiden and gave a single nod.

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Back in the marshes, Atl trudged through the thick pools of dirty and fetid waters. He was waist high, and he felt his feet sloshing through the surface of the floor, as the muck crawled up between his toes. The ferns were tall, quite tall, and Atl was lost. Then suddenly, there was a bubble, a large bubble was produced, right below his nose. It grew, and grew, and grew until it was the size of his hand, before it popped. 

Atl rolled around in the bed, rather uncomfortable with this strange device, though it was soft, it wasn't [i]right.[/i]. And... The tribal maiden was not there. She left before him? It was a good sign. During this line of thought is when he heard the yelling of the Man-Bear, Atl's eyes fully flung open as he glanced at his cat who was sleeping on his chest. Atl kept his head up as he glanced at his cat, "Slayer. We hunt. Tone strong, hunt now." He said, recognizing that by the tone of Man-Bear, that he was needed immediately. He threw off the blankets of the bed, revealing his body that was ready for war. He glanced at the crate, and pondered on whether or not he needed his loin-cloth. Atl pondered on the matter, before deciding, that yes, he should grab his loincloth. Atl quickly changed into the loincloth, made from the leather of the jungle cats, as he glanced through the weaponry. He paused as he decided upon a single hatched forged from stone. Atl glanced at his pet, who had its head cocked up at him and meowed. Atl used his left hand as he grabbed Slayer and placed him upon his shoulder. Atl raised his stone axe, "CRUSH! KILL! MAIM! BLEED! BLEED! FOR THE CHEIFTAIN!" He shouted as he rushed out of the barracks and stood ready for what Man-Bear, and possibly Deer-Sage would speak of. 

Slayer kept resting upon Atl's shoulder, as Atl was swinging his axe in all directions, ready to hunt something.