Xiomara had temporarily distanced herself from her home, mainly because of the rather restrictive rules. She saw no reason to pay tribute to a Queen Goddess she had never even seen – they were her food slaves after all. But, once she had run out, collection day came around, she managed to agree to go out and find more to return with.

In her mind, there was a tribe or settlement somewhere she could convince to come back with her, and she'd be comparatively wealthy on return, at least for a time. If she could hold back the urge to crush or eat the lot of them...

Also, she was on the lookout for that nomad that beat her up not too long ago. The peculiar goddess with a metal weapon and was friends to the tiny morsels. Friends to food? How bizarre.

Her travels took her into a rather dense jungle, where she was beset upon by larger than normal morsels. These amazon women followed her for a while, and perhaps she wandered too close to their camp, as they descended upon her with mighty roars and a wealth of spear attacks.

Unfortunately for them, the small pin pricks did little to slow her down, and she swatted a few out of the air. They were agile and strong enough to get out of the way before the giantess could finish the job with her feet, but those that did fall were in no hurry to climb back up.

Getting nothing out of this, she took to grabbing them. She was hungry after all. Grabbing them mid-swing was as easy as it was to backhand them, and enough still orbit her to give her a fulfilling meal.


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