Snowfall (Patreon)

Syndori had been trekking in the frozen mountains for a few days. Due to the ancient Everwood elves' rapport with nature, she was unaffected by the biting cold. In fact, Syndori enjoyed the frigid climate and it's pure, crisp air  blowing through the frozen crevasses. Her elven grace and dexterity was so otherworldly that she walked on top of the soft snow, her bare feet  leaving it undisturbed with no tell-tale marks for any mortal tracker. Suddenly, Syndori's acute senses detected a terrible stench. The local barbarians were lying in wait behind the icy rocks. Humans. Syndori could not only smell their unwashed bodies on the wind, a crude  combination of sweat, dirt, meat and semen, but she could hear their guttural snarls through the howling wind as well. Although they were as  destitute of clothing as she was, their hairy bodies were adapted to surviving in the harsh cold climate. The burly natives had never  encountered elven beauty in their isolation; they watched the swaying of Syndori's hips and grew aroused by her lush buttocks.With temptation and lust  getting the better of them, the savages sprang from their hiding places  to attack the seemingly helpless she-elf from behind, presumably to club her from behind and drag her off to be raped. Her back toward them, she anticipated their approach. Syndori half-smiled as if a teacher amused  by watching an awkward student attempting to learn. She readied her thinblade in her hand...