03-31-2020, 12:12 PM
we wear the mask
that grins and lies
that grins and lies
The tigress does not disappoint.
She is swift on her paws in response to Halcyon's low, timbered growl, forcing the young boy to respond in kind ─ he is quick to pivot, to extend his strides and flex his rippling muscles, and to disappear into the thick jungle foliage. He uses their game as a practice in stealth, balancing speed and silence, searching for the paths that will be tricky to follow but not discouraging.
For a time, he wonders if he has lost her ─ there is an absence of sound behind him, and the gentle breeze that is able to rifle through the tree boughs brings him naught but the scents of the forest ─ and so, he grows lax. Halcyon circles a smaller clearing, rubbing his tri-colored feline body against a variety of gnarled tree trunks before trying his best to climb one, digging his large claws into the wooden skin of the arbor.
The effort is a failed one, and as he falls to the earth he catches a whiff of Titanya on the breeze. She is close, and growing closer.
He crouches closer to the soil and crawls methodically to hide behind the curve of a large fallen tree; with bated breath and twitching ears, the young tiger waits for any indication of the woman ─ suddenly, though, she is above him, her pounce successful, and Halcyon is snarling in faux-fury as the barrel roll into the clearing.
He swipes at Titanya, his claws safely remaining within his paw, and then rights himself, coming to face her on all fours. A wide, toothy grin breaks across his face at the woman. "Welcome to Ischia," he tells her breathily through his grin, "I was not expecting to see you again."
@[Titanya]
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She is swift on her paws in response to Halcyon's low, timbered growl, forcing the young boy to respond in kind ─ he is quick to pivot, to extend his strides and flex his rippling muscles, and to disappear into the thick jungle foliage. He uses their game as a practice in stealth, balancing speed and silence, searching for the paths that will be tricky to follow but not discouraging.
For a time, he wonders if he has lost her ─ there is an absence of sound behind him, and the gentle breeze that is able to rifle through the tree boughs brings him naught but the scents of the forest ─ and so, he grows lax. Halcyon circles a smaller clearing, rubbing his tri-colored feline body against a variety of gnarled tree trunks before trying his best to climb one, digging his large claws into the wooden skin of the arbor.
The effort is a failed one, and as he falls to the earth he catches a whiff of Titanya on the breeze. She is close, and growing closer.
He crouches closer to the soil and crawls methodically to hide behind the curve of a large fallen tree; with bated breath and twitching ears, the young tiger waits for any indication of the woman ─ suddenly, though, she is above him, her pounce successful, and Halcyon is snarling in faux-fury as the barrel roll into the clearing.
He swipes at Titanya, his claws safely remaining within his paw, and then rights himself, coming to face her on all fours. A wide, toothy grin breaks across his face at the woman. "Welcome to Ischia," he tells her breathily through his grin, "I was not expecting to see you again."
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