04-25-2020, 09:40 PM
give my all just to watch you fall
He is more animated after she asks him to show her around, the young tiger’s face brightening again after her blunt admission. She should feel remorse for her strong tone, perhaps, but she has always been unapologetic for both her actions and words. This at least cheers him considerably. Titanya has never been fond enough of a place to imagine herself a willing and eager tour guide, but she knows the deep devotion that can be chiseled into one’s bones for their homes. She wonders what nurtures such strong attachments in some while it withers and dies in others. Others such as herself who never stay still long enough for roots to dig into the soil.
Ready? “Born ready,” she says without a trace of self-consciousness. Her yellow eyes track the direction of Halcyon’s gaze deeper into the jungle. She bunches her haunches in preparation for another run and then bounds gamely after him.
Unsurprisingly, he’s a gracious and knowledgeable host despite his young age. He finds all the widest paths for the pair of them to traverse shoulder-to-shoulder. It is strange, though; she’s unaccustomed to running alongside another. When she hunts, there is nothing but the woods encasing her, tunneling her vision to the prey that lies ahead. Now, she feels the magnetic push and pull of another predator beside her. She feels the need to assert herself - and also to acquiesce to his presence – all at once. The tigress grapples with emotions she doesn’t fully understand at first, but soon the jungle draws her focus instead.
It is breathtaking in its vibrancy and the fullness of life it exudes. There is a constant energy to Ischia that greatly appeals to the woman who is made for motion. Leaves of every size and shape are constantly swinging to and fro in the tropical breeze. Parrots take flight in and out of the upper canopies in a flurry of reds, blues, and greens. Her quick, predatory eyes even spot the tiniest movements of the insects scurrying between her paws as she passes over them.
Halcyon leads her to a maze of vines that hangs like a curtain down to the dirt. He nimbly passes through, and ducking her head, she is soon to follow. The sight that greets her beyond is lush and inviting. A small body of water gleams in the light of paradise. She’s already grinning before she meets his gaze. This is my favorite spot, he says. Before he can say anything else, Titanya leaps into the water gracelessly. She misses what Halcyon says until she’s already partially submerged, the part about catching fish and the likely need for a quiet entrance in order to catch said fish.
“Oops.” She frowns in jest before swiping a paw across the water’s surface, hoping to splash the younger tiger. If it is fish he wants, then a hunting they will go. “I’m sure there’s more than one way to skin a cat, pardon the phrase.” Titanya goes stock still then, slowing her breathing. They will have to let the fish become accustomed to their presence again if they have any hopes of success. “Were you born here, Halcyon?” She whispers slowly, so as not to disturb their quarry any further. Might as well get to know each other while they are waiting.
Ready? “Born ready,” she says without a trace of self-consciousness. Her yellow eyes track the direction of Halcyon’s gaze deeper into the jungle. She bunches her haunches in preparation for another run and then bounds gamely after him.
Unsurprisingly, he’s a gracious and knowledgeable host despite his young age. He finds all the widest paths for the pair of them to traverse shoulder-to-shoulder. It is strange, though; she’s unaccustomed to running alongside another. When she hunts, there is nothing but the woods encasing her, tunneling her vision to the prey that lies ahead. Now, she feels the magnetic push and pull of another predator beside her. She feels the need to assert herself - and also to acquiesce to his presence – all at once. The tigress grapples with emotions she doesn’t fully understand at first, but soon the jungle draws her focus instead.
It is breathtaking in its vibrancy and the fullness of life it exudes. There is a constant energy to Ischia that greatly appeals to the woman who is made for motion. Leaves of every size and shape are constantly swinging to and fro in the tropical breeze. Parrots take flight in and out of the upper canopies in a flurry of reds, blues, and greens. Her quick, predatory eyes even spot the tiniest movements of the insects scurrying between her paws as she passes over them.
Halcyon leads her to a maze of vines that hangs like a curtain down to the dirt. He nimbly passes through, and ducking her head, she is soon to follow. The sight that greets her beyond is lush and inviting. A small body of water gleams in the light of paradise. She’s already grinning before she meets his gaze. This is my favorite spot, he says. Before he can say anything else, Titanya leaps into the water gracelessly. She misses what Halcyon says until she’s already partially submerged, the part about catching fish and the likely need for a quiet entrance in order to catch said fish.
“Oops.” She frowns in jest before swiping a paw across the water’s surface, hoping to splash the younger tiger. If it is fish he wants, then a hunting they will go. “I’m sure there’s more than one way to skin a cat, pardon the phrase.” Titanya goes stock still then, slowing her breathing. They will have to let the fish become accustomed to their presence again if they have any hopes of success. “Were you born here, Halcyon?” She whispers slowly, so as not to disturb their quarry any further. Might as well get to know each other while they are waiting.
Titanya
@[Halcyon]