The rays of the moon barely glimmered through the leaves as the silhouette of a lone girl stumbled through the trees of the island. It was late for a girl to be wandering by herself, much more so off the normal paths that lead to the various locales of the island. Suddenly, the girl jerked her foot up from the ground.

"Ouch!" Miranda yelled as she shook her foot. It was probably not the best idea to be out in the woods so late but considering the alternatives she didn't have much choice despite the stubbed toe. It was still her first day on the island and already she was breaking the rules.

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Earlier in the day she had her orientation as well as the induction ceremony for new students. Wanting to celebrate, some of the other new girls arranged for a "secret" party out by the beach after hours. Dragged to the party by her roommate Miranda found herself quickly out of place since the party scene had never been her thing. Despite this Miranda took a few of the drinks offered to her and the poor girl soon found her self well buzzed, if not mildly drunk. She did not know for sure, though, considering her lack of experience. Her head abuzz and not a social butterfly to begin with, the girl decided to retire early from the party. It was then that the other girls pointed out that the paths to the dorms might be patrolled so Miranda should take the woods back. She didn't want to be expelled on her first night after all. And now Miranda was all alone, buzzed, with a stinging toe in the middle of a pitch dark woods on a tropical island.

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It could be worse, she thought to herself as she leaned against a tree to take off her shoe and sock to check on the damage. Granted, the standard issued shoes for her school uniform weren't the best for this terrain but Miranda didn't have much of a choice on what she was wearing considering she was dragged to the party right after the ceremony ended, leaving her no chance to change.

Positioning herself so that her foot was in the moonlight Miranda quickly surveyed he injured toe. Confident it was at most bruised, she put her sock and shoe back on and stood straight up, her long, black hair twirling as she looked her body over in the moonlight. While the uniform she was wearing seemed good enough quality - it was luckily cotton and not polyester, considering the school was on a tropical island - She wasn't the happiest with the proportions on the particular articles. The white blouse was thin and tight on her large, ample breasts, barely thick enough to hide the outline of her equally thin white bra. The open vest somehow hung just right to accentuate the tightness of the blouse, a feature that perplexed Miranda's understanding of physics. The collar and tie, meanwhile, felt like they were going to choke her, which caused her to untie the red neck wear when not at official functions and unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse, which, thanks again to the tightness of the shirt, causing her to show some very obvious cleavage.

Looking down at her skirt, things didn't get any better. She was sure the skirt she was wearing, despite being the right fit at the waist, was meant for someone at least half a foot shorter than her. The skirt fell just below her ass cheeks and it almost no effort for her to accidentally flash her thin white panties at anyone looking her way. At first she was mortified of being caught dressed like this, but the fact the school was strictly girls only meant she at least didn't have to deal wit the leering stares of boys.

Finishing her check and content that nothing was torn or out of place, Miranda looked again through the dark forest. Lost in her thoughts she lost track of which way she had been going so with a little bit of a pause the girl chose a direction at random and continued her trek through the darkness.

The woods provided ample cover for a mobile recording station that had been set up a few weeks ago to watch the impromptu beach parties these humans had held. Sure, it wasn't exactly the sort of top-credit 'data' that the xeno-biologists back home wanted, but the sociologists and the linguists back home were hankering for more video footage on how humans behaved. They didn't pay as much, but he had to admit that watching the last of their kind just enjoying life was a pleasant experience. A series of stereoscopic directional microphones captured the natural sounds of humans just having a good time under the glimmering stars in the night sky in razor-sharp quality as the cameras continued to record the event for posterity. Even if this human settlement was somehow destroyed in the future, this data plate would hold proof that humans did exist.

Besides, they were fun to watch. A perfect slice of life anime.

He had the distinct misfortune to be asleep when the party started this time, and had only arrived on the scene after being roused from his slumber the motion sensor alarms. Swimming to the target, he arrived at the marked blind spot an hour or so later, and watched the party in full swing. It was quite fun as usual, but unfortunately - in his rush to get here, he had forgotten to eat and his own hunger gnawed at his psyche as he began the climb up the tiny hill where his station was hidden. That was when his sensitive hearing picked out a lone voice, further away from the party. Shifting to an arboreal mode of transport rather than moving across the ground to avoid making any noise that would alert potential prey, he traveled towards the voice. The muffled footsteps finally let him zero in on her - a mildly inebriated girl headed... deeper into the woods?

Perhaps the poor thing had a little too much to drink and can't tell the way back... he looked her over as he crept in closer - and she was quite a beauty. Her cute rear was partially covered by a short skirt that seemed to put on a show for him as it swished left and right along with her footsteps, and even from behind, he could tell that this girl had quite the rack to her. Her smooth, straight silky black hair hung down her back reminding him of the sacred, inky black waters of the Elder Deep. She occasionally stumbled and lost her balance every now and then, and he followed her with his skin rapidly blending into the branches at night. The darkness continued to grow as she wandered deeper into the woods, the path below her feet now long since gone. Unaware, she continued to march on ahead despite the foliage growing thicker. This far away, no one would be able to hear her scream so he had some leeway to plan an entry.

That was when she stubbed her toe on the roots of a gnarled tree and stopped. From the sound of that, it must've been quite the hard hit and almost instantly, he paused as well - letting her check herself out for injuries. With her check done, she suddenly turned to the left, and continued hiking - further and further away from the campus, and into the deepest reaches of the forest. Was she lost? Or... was she aware of his presence and just drawing him to a place where she could have some fun?

No way, that was impossible.... right? He stretched out his tentacles a little, letting her wander just a little further, then switched to his sonar receptors as the moonlight cutting through the tree canopy was becoming more and more sparse the deeper into the woods. The deepest reaches of the woods was extremely difficult terrain, and she would be a far easier target once she found herself unable to navigate so easy. With the patience of an expert ranger, he tracked his prey carefully, staying downwind from her at all times. He would strike when she would least suspect it.