Aurelia
For all the size and weight a siberian tiger possesses, she slides through the jungle undergrowth like a shadow. Beneath swaying palm leaves, the sound of her pawsteps covered by the roar of the falls, her scent masked by the mist, she's not to be seen or heard unless she wants to be.
Here in the jungles it's her natural element, both as a tiger and as a human. Perhaps that's why she feels so comfortable in this form, able to relate to it so easily and steadily. Perhaps that's why she can lose herself to the animal, dive in and immerse herself, let the darkness of her humanity fade into the back of her mind.
When she can taste the scent of another tiger on her tongue, it draws her attention sharply back to the present. Her blocky head swings toward the direction it seems strongest and she makes her way downwind towards it. Since there is no bond shared, she cannot tell if it's another Attuned.
Still, she ducks beneath the canopy of a low-growing shrub and peers out at the large tiger. Judging from the behavior, she thinks it might be a person, too. Who else had a tiger shift, other than her? She'd never met anyone, that she knew of, with the same shift.
Her stripes blend in beautifully with the greenery and the shadows, until she steps halfway out onto the wet stony ground. Her head lowers and a cautious look enters her green gaze. Hello...? Can you hear me? she speaks into a bond she isn't sure is there, dotted ears swiveling, Who are you?
Here in the jungles it's her natural element, both as a tiger and as a human. Perhaps that's why she feels so comfortable in this form, able to relate to it so easily and steadily. Perhaps that's why she can lose herself to the animal, dive in and immerse herself, let the darkness of her humanity fade into the back of her mind.
When she can taste the scent of another tiger on her tongue, it draws her attention sharply back to the present. Her blocky head swings toward the direction it seems strongest and she makes her way downwind towards it. Since there is no bond shared, she cannot tell if it's another Attuned.
Still, she ducks beneath the canopy of a low-growing shrub and peers out at the large tiger. Judging from the behavior, she thinks it might be a person, too. Who else had a tiger shift, other than her? She'd never met anyone, that she knew of, with the same shift.
Her stripes blend in beautifully with the greenery and the shadows, until she steps halfway out onto the wet stony ground. Her head lowers and a cautious look enters her green gaze. Hello...? Can you hear me? she speaks into a bond she isn't sure is there, dotted ears swiveling, Who are you?
keep your face always toward the sunshine
and shadows will fall behind you
and shadows will fall behind you
