Damp. It could be said that the Uruli people were at the center of the world. It could also be stated that they were brave and ingenious warriors. Perhaps it might be said that their city of Uru had a dignity about it, being the lone city, in a plain between two splits in a great river that split the part of their known continent. But for now, we will focus on the fact that the jungle on the western side of the river, was very damp.
Kaol's face was rugged, scarred from many hunts, and now he sought prey and solitude in a deeper part of the jungle that he had never explored before. A rustle in the undergrowth, a chattering of monkeys above him, all his trained ears were attune to. For he was Kaol, great hunter of the Uruli people. His people were ruled in the old fashion, tribal way. They had copper red skin, and deep piercing black eyes, so dark that their irises could not be distinguished from their pupils.
With the trained eyes of his ancestors, Kaol scanned the trees for a scent, and with his attune nose, sniffed the air for movement. His quarry found him first.
Kaol spun and gazed in wonder at the majestic tiger before him, its sleek muscular body was a miracle of evolution. And all at once, it seemed his arms moved on their own, for his own safety, rather than to appreciate the beauty of the beast. A whooshing sound, the 'thud' of the tiger's body hitting the jungle floor, and it was over.
Kaol maneuvered his way through the undergrowth, and reclaimed his spear. He grasped the tiger's corpse firmly, and lifted.
The strength of the Uruli people was never better displayed, for two hours later, Kaol arrived at his home, and displayed the tiger before the entire village. A cheer went out, for the demon that had been terrorizing their people had been slain. Several of the village elders nodded approvingly, others stayed silent. The chieftan allowed him later at the feast to wear the pelt of the tiger.
Kaol lay in bed, staring at the thatched roof of his hut. He was proud with himself, and with his triumph. A knocking on the door snapped him to attention. So entered a tall, pale woman, of green eyes, not of Uruli heritage.
"What do you want here foreign woman?" Kaol demanded gruffly.
She said nothing, and instead allowed her simple brown dress to fall to the floor, exposing her body. Kaol was silent, as she pressed herself against him, kissing him, stroking his chest, and sitting upon his lap. She wore nothing but two ruby encrusted rings, which shimmered as she raised her hands around his shoulders, twirling them about his head in an exotic dance. He allowed his mouth to trail across her neck and chest, his hands firmly grasping her hips.
The look in the woman's eyes changed, and her hands stopped twirling. She jerked her hands quickly apart, and Kaol lay dead, his head on the floor. The woman carefully cleaned off her nearly invisible razor garrote wire that hung between her two jeweled rings, and wiped the blood off her breasts and face.
"Lust. Scientific hypothesis confirmed. One down, six to go"