Anacona

The unexplored jungles of New World proved to be a worthy opponent on their own. Days spent in this hot yet also humid forest, our skin ravaged by mosquitoes, your legs tired of walking on uneven surface. This beautiful, green patch of newly discovered land seemed to be just a mask for a tropical hellscape.

You find a laying tree trunk on a small clearing, and decide to stop there for a minute. You catch a breath. The jungle seems silent.

Too silent.

Then, you start to hear, as if something was crawling on every tree or every inch of ground you can see. You look around, but see nothing, only vines hanging from the trees or laying amist the wet grass. You take another breath. Suddenly, these same vines fly towards you, grabbing you by your limbs tightly and raising you above ground. You try to free yourself – without success. And just as you hand above the ground, you see her, jumping down from a crown of a tree. An anthro jaguar, her head decorated with colorful fathers, her limbs clad in iron and leathery armor, her chest bare. She raises her spear, pointing towards you with an aggressive growl “Who are you? And why are you here?” She asks.