A shiver coils down my body, though the weather here is far warmer than the climes of Halo, the season only changing the hues of the leaves around us - my shiver is not from the creeping cold. As the sun drops below the horizon, as its dappled light is snuffed out and twilight reigns over the golden kingdom of autumn, a single, long and undulating tremor etches its way through my muscles, raising hairs and awareness to an entirely new level. It would seem this form has more sense than my own in more ways that just keener eyes and ears - it would seem it can sense the true height of foolishness I have brought us to even if I remain, on a conscious level, wilfully ignorant.
The growl resonates and rumbles, vibrates and thrums against the very fibres of my being, though I stand steady before him, the growl coming in the wake of the shiver, the warning, the instinctual alarm system that was this form's way of ensuring preparedness, for what could follow the growl.
He is a beast to be sure, larger than this form - probably two or three times larger or more, layered in muscle and pelt, dark and most assuredly dangerous. But I stand before him all the same, the original curiosity that brought me here prevailing over the desire that this form had to yield, to run and climb and get away from the teeth and claws that could so easily render injury or death upon me.
A name, he demands, he insists, seeking an identity, more information - is he really so different from me? The thirst for knowledge exists in all creatures, in some it is academic, in others a far more simple, primal need.
(I don't get the impression that this fellow is keen to swap academic papers.)
"Chulane," I proffer with warmth, with honesty, with hope. "I am new - I seek to learn, to grow and gain - friendships, knowledge, whatever skills I can," I continue, my feline countenance tilting as my voice radiates towards this stranger, willing to offer the information he desires - and hoping I receive some in return.
The growl resonates and rumbles, vibrates and thrums against the very fibres of my being, though I stand steady before him, the growl coming in the wake of the shiver, the warning, the instinctual alarm system that was this form's way of ensuring preparedness, for what could follow the growl.
He is a beast to be sure, larger than this form - probably two or three times larger or more, layered in muscle and pelt, dark and most assuredly dangerous. But I stand before him all the same, the original curiosity that brought me here prevailing over the desire that this form had to yield, to run and climb and get away from the teeth and claws that could so easily render injury or death upon me.
A name, he demands, he insists, seeking an identity, more information - is he really so different from me? The thirst for knowledge exists in all creatures, in some it is academic, in others a far more simple, primal need.
(I don't get the impression that this fellow is keen to swap academic papers.)
"Chulane," I proffer with warmth, with honesty, with hope. "I am new - I seek to learn, to grow and gain - friendships, knowledge, whatever skills I can," I continue, my feline countenance tilting as my voice radiates towards this stranger, willing to offer the information he desires - and hoping I receive some in return.
Chulane
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