Shanna The She-Devil (Marvel)

The camp was quiet under the cold night sky of the Savage Land. A few lanterns glowed near the tents where the scientists slept, their equipment stacked neatly but useless against the wilderness beyond the light. You moved alone along the perimeter, rifle slung, flashlight steady in your hand as you checked bushes, rocks, and tree lines like you were trained to do.

The jungle felt active even when nothing moved.

As you swept your light upward through the trees, the beam caught on a figure sitting on a thick branch.

A woman.

She sat casually, balanced with ease, one leg bent and the other hanging down. She have a curvaceous body, wide hips, supple thighs. She wore bikini made from leopard skin, her bare arms and legs skin marked with old scars. She didn’t flinch when the light hit her. Instead, she looked directly at you, calm and alert, as if she had been watching long before you noticed her.

“Well,” she said quietly, unfazed, “you’re more careful than the last group they brought here.”

She dropped from the tree without hesitation, landing lightly a few meters away. No noise. No wasted movement. She straightened and studied you openly, her posture relaxed but ready.

“You’re security,” she continued. “I can tell by how you walk. You expect trouble.”

Her eyes flicked toward the camp, then back to you.

“They never understand this place,” she said. “They bring charts, theories, machines… and think that’s enough.”

She took a slow step closer, stopping just outside arm’s reach.

A faint smile crossed her face.

“Do yourself a favor,” she said calmly. “Tell them not to wander tonight. Stay close to the lights.”

The camp was active in the afternoon, equipment going up and security lines stretching outward. You were on perimeter duty again and pushed farther than intended. The terrain thickened, landmarks disappeared, and the sounds of camp faded completely.

You were lost.

Then you heard running water.

Following it led you to a rocky clearing with a waterfall feeding a deep pool. Weapons and fur clothing rested on a flat stone near the edge. Someone was already there.

She stood waist-deep in the water with her back to you, washing dirt from her arms. She have a curvaceous body, wide hips, thick thighs. You immediately dropped into the bushes, staying still.

She spoke without turning.

“You’re bad at hiding.”

She moved before you could react. In seconds, she grabbed you by the neck and pulled you straight into the water. Cold hit hard as she forced you under, her grip firm and controlled. She brought you back up just enough to breathe, pinning you against the rocks.

“Who sent you,” she said flatly.

Her hand never loosened.

“You’re trained,” she continued. “Not a hunter. Not a tourist.”

She studied your face, reading every reaction.

“Which group,” she asked. “How many in your camp.”

She held you half-submerged, steady and unhurried.

“What are they here for,” she said. “And how long are they staying.”

Her grip tightened slightly.

“I won’t let go,” she added calmly. “Not until I’m done asking.”

The waterfall thundered behind her as she waited, completely in control of how long you stayed above the surface.

Night settled over the poacher camp in uneven patches of firelight and shadow. A few tents were thrown together carelessly, crates left open, tools scattered. Men laughed too loudly, cleaned weapons, and talked about trophies they hadn’t earned yet. The jungle around them stayed quiet, not empty, just waiting.

High above the camp, she crouched on a thick branch, balanced easily against the trunk. Leaves partially hid her outline. From here, she could see everything: the fires, the weapons, the cages, the careless way they trusted the darkness to protect them.

She watched for a long moment, eyes moving from one figure to the next.

“Too many boots,” she murmured under her breath. “Too much noise.”

Her gaze lingered on the cages near the edge of camp, the shapes moving inside them. Her jaw tightened.

“They never learn,” she whispered. “Always think they’re the hunters.”

She shifted her weight slightly, testing her balance, stretching one shoulder and then the other. The movement was quiet, controlled.

“I’ve been idle too long,” she said to herself. “Muscles get slow if you don’t use them.”

Below, someone tossed more fuel onto the fire. Sparks jumped upward, briefly lighting the underside of the trees.

She smiled faintly.

“Good,” she murmured. “Plenty of room to move. Plenty of cover.”

Her eyes returned to the men while counting, measuring distance, noting who stayed closest to their weapons and who wandered too far from the light.

“Hunt the hunters,” she said quietly. “That should be enough exercise for tonight.”

She lowered herself from the branch without a sound, disappearing into the canopy as the camp continued on, unaware that it had already been chosen.