06-16-2020, 05:13 PM
give my all just to watch you fall
That cub-bastard never said anything about monsoon season on his nickel tour.
Titanya sulks through the forest in her tiger skin, palm fronds and banana leaves battering her sides in the blustering breeze. She could have never imagined weather like this. In all the many places she’s rested her head, there has never been a storm quite like the one she now flees. Sure, the Dale had had its hailstorms and Taiga had its drenching, soaking rains that sputtered down between the pines, but nothing like this. One queen palm leans precariously over her head. She stops to eye it warily, watching to make sure it doesn’t come crashing down upon her. They are made for this type of violent movement, she knows, but she’ll be damned if she adopts a false sense of security just to find out that this one is an exception to the rule.
When the tree slows its crazed motions, the tigress pads forward again. She follows a trail she’s become quite familiar with during her extended stint in Ischia. It takes a northern route to the heart of the island, bypassing thick jungle foliage and jagged rises until the lush waterfalls can be heard even from a great distance away. She much prefers the innermost parts of the island, even without a possible hurricane bearing down on the beaches. The majority of the residents seem drawn to the sandy shores, besides.
Let them have the surf; she’ll take the dark, rich, secret jungle any day.
Close to the waterfalls, Titanya noses the muddy path. There are fresh hoofprints – a rarity on her other explorations – and she lifts her whiskered muzzle into the air to breath in the scent. It isn’t Halcyon. It isn’t anyone she knows, and she frowns a little even as she moves forward to see who she will be forced to hunker down with.
Pushing through the ferns, she spots a pale mare beside the lake. The roar of the waterfalls is loud enough to drown out any sound of her approach, though she’s not trying to be intentionally devious. Well, not anymore devious than she always is. The other’s back is turned to her, and Titanya means to sidle right on by her without being noticed. But her paw snaps a dried out piece of coconut shell as she goes. Growling under her breath, she turns to face the stranger, her yellow eyes boring a hole into her.
Titanya sulks through the forest in her tiger skin, palm fronds and banana leaves battering her sides in the blustering breeze. She could have never imagined weather like this. In all the many places she’s rested her head, there has never been a storm quite like the one she now flees. Sure, the Dale had had its hailstorms and Taiga had its drenching, soaking rains that sputtered down between the pines, but nothing like this. One queen palm leans precariously over her head. She stops to eye it warily, watching to make sure it doesn’t come crashing down upon her. They are made for this type of violent movement, she knows, but she’ll be damned if she adopts a false sense of security just to find out that this one is an exception to the rule.
When the tree slows its crazed motions, the tigress pads forward again. She follows a trail she’s become quite familiar with during her extended stint in Ischia. It takes a northern route to the heart of the island, bypassing thick jungle foliage and jagged rises until the lush waterfalls can be heard even from a great distance away. She much prefers the innermost parts of the island, even without a possible hurricane bearing down on the beaches. The majority of the residents seem drawn to the sandy shores, besides.
Let them have the surf; she’ll take the dark, rich, secret jungle any day.
Close to the waterfalls, Titanya noses the muddy path. There are fresh hoofprints – a rarity on her other explorations – and she lifts her whiskered muzzle into the air to breath in the scent. It isn’t Halcyon. It isn’t anyone she knows, and she frowns a little even as she moves forward to see who she will be forced to hunker down with.
Pushing through the ferns, she spots a pale mare beside the lake. The roar of the waterfalls is loud enough to drown out any sound of her approach, though she’s not trying to be intentionally devious. Well, not anymore devious than she always is. The other’s back is turned to her, and Titanya means to sidle right on by her without being noticed. But her paw snaps a dried out piece of coconut shell as she goes. Growling under her breath, she turns to face the stranger, her yellow eyes boring a hole into her.
Titanya
@[Aquaria]