Once more it is time. One hundred years have passed since the last woman arrived on the island. The sound of drums can be heard in every corner of the village. The village doesn’t have a proper name as it is the only village the island has. However, it’s enough for the women living on the island. The drums wake every soul that was still sleeping. As is tradition when a new woman arrives everyone would wear their white robes. These white robes were made and cut in a special way. An almost rectangular sheet of wool with a hole in the middle for the head. The women would then use a belt to fixate it on their bodies. Their sides are always exposed. While the sheet would cover the width of their bodies until it reaches the waist, where it is fixated with a leather belt, the fabric would be narrower from then on. A slow transition from full-width to about the half of it. Back and front. Paired with leather sandals the outfit for this special occasion was complete.

The women wait for Serpentra, their queen, who emerges from her hut just when the drums stop to play. With a large wooden spear in her right hand, the tall woman walks towards the group of women. Serpentra’s height, body, and outfit are unique. With almost 6’6” (approx. 2 meters) she towers above the group of women. Her skin is dark, her eyes light-blue, and her hair deep-fiery red. Around her body, a gigantic python is wrapped. She’s never worn clothes as far as anyone can remember. Her body showing signs of a long and adventurous life. Muscles and scars are the few things that can be seen from her body. The snake covers most of it, except for her arms and legs. However, she still looks like she’s in her late twenties to early thirties. But that is a common occurrence on the island.

The island is enchanted. The water and food regenerate the body, granting eternal life to those who would drink and eat what the island provides. This doesn’t just include water and berries but animals. Some of which are dangerous. Yet, nobody has been harmed. Serpentra’s conditioning of the women has been hard and relentless. The results speak for themselves. A tribe of trained warriors and hunters.

For them, Serpentra is more than just a queen. She’s a leader, a commander, the epitome of what a woman can be.

They follow her down to the beach where the new arrival would be washed up shortly. Just as they arrive they already see someone in the water on what appears to be a plank. Finally, when the plank hits the sandy beach four women walk towards her and place her in front of Serpentra’s feet. The woman is still unconscious when Serpentra looks down on her. Her raises her spear and smashes it down into the sand. Sand flies through the air as if a large boulder landed in it. Even though it is a wooden spear the sank into soft sand a loud and audible impact could be heard. An impact that would wake up the woman.

Slowly she opens her eyes when Serpentra gets down on her knees and sits down on her heels. She softly caresses the woman’s cheek.

“Welcome,” she simply says when the woman is looking directly into her eyes. Her voice soft and caring even though her body tells another story.

Hello potential penpals,

first of all: Thank you for reading this far!

This prompt is written quite loosely as I would like to fill in the many blanks I have left wide open. What I want is for us to create a world or rather an island. I’m flexible with who we’re playing in the RP. For instance, we could be both narrators. Or we could both play a couple of women. Or you would play the next arrival and I would play the already existing women. However, for this RP I’d prefer if we came up with a solution that we both like. So please feel free to tell me how you’d want to go about it.