Is it courage or faith To trust that there will be light, Always waiting behind Even the darkest of nights?
Somehow we'll be okay. Don't be afraid - I choose to believe I was made to become a sanctuary
Somehow we'll be okay. Don't be afraid - I choose to believe I was made to become a sanctuary
If she's here to debate whether she should go to the shrine or not, she doesn't make it obvious. In fact, she remains along the outskirts of the fields. Her stripes bleed in amongst the tall, yellowing grasses. Using the tiger's agile strength, she prowls, stalks, and gives chase over and over. Is it strange to see a fully-grown tiger playing with a bunch of grasshoppers? Maybe. But it's an urge she gives into if only to ease her mind for just a few moments.
The grasshoppers leap out left and right from between her large toes. Stubbornly, she continues to pursue them. Her tail streams out behind her in large, sweeping arcs. Right now, she resembles more of an oversized house cat than a dangerous carnivore.
In her wake and by no other fault than her own momentum, she loses her footing over a log and falls to the ground with a heavy THUD. The swarm of grasshoppers flee in all directions, a few of them rubbing their legs together and sending sparks along the breeze. Most of which end up along her whiskers. Ow! She snorts, rolling over and batting at her muzzle with large paws.
The grasshoppers leap out left and right from between her large toes. Stubbornly, she continues to pursue them. Her tail streams out behind her in large, sweeping arcs. Right now, she resembles more of an oversized house cat than a dangerous carnivore.
In her wake and by no other fault than her own momentum, she loses her footing over a log and falls to the ground with a heavy THUD. The swarm of grasshoppers flee in all directions, a few of them rubbing their legs together and sending sparks along the breeze. Most of which end up along her whiskers. Ow! She snorts, rolling over and batting at her muzzle with large paws.
Aurelia
