Stripes and Scars
33rd of Fall, 513 AV
The soft patter of rain upon the canopy above dribbled down into the City of Bones. With the rain came a choking level of humidity that made even the most stalwart Myrian take a break in their daily labors, but it was a cool sensation upon the skin compared to the normal muggy heat, and Jagger was at home in the water, no matter where it's source lay.
The half breed hadn't had a fruitful morning fishing, catching a few fish too small to warrant a copper miza (if Myrians even had those) and a singular fish who looked to be more razors and fins than any real meat. Despite this, he had decided to take a stab at selling it in the market, perhaps it was really a delicacy and it was a lucky find.
By the looks he was receiving on the walk through town, it probably wasn't, or perhaps people were just gawking at the penguin snoring softly upon his back...or the hue of his flesh and hair...it was so hard to tell with these Myrians.
Slipping down a small carved pathway bordered by a strange type of bamboo that Jagger had learned was a shortcut to the Trading Square, his journey was interrupted by a low growl and a frightened whimper. Turning off the path and into a small glade that the city often afforded itself, the half breed was caught with quite the sight.
A child, nearly as pale as Leth's light, damp and shivering, was huddled against a large stone, large green eyes staring fearfully toward a massive tiger. To be fair it wasn't as massive as they got, this creature was a juvenile, perhaps un-bonded since it seemed strange for one to be wandering Taloba un-accompanied at such a young age. That being said, it didn't take long for Myrian Tigers to grow much larger than their jungle bound cousins, and the beast was easily 4 feet tall at the shoulder and 10 feet long including a tail that was flicking thoughtfully back and forth as the creature stared at the small child, mouth partially open.
The sound of rustling branches made both child and tiger turn toward Jagger with eyes wide. The child mewled hopefully at him, the tiger letting out a warning growl. This was her (or his) meal, and he didn't take kindly to the man interrupting.
33rd of Fall, 513 AV
The soft patter of rain upon the canopy above dribbled down into the City of Bones. With the rain came a choking level of humidity that made even the most stalwart Myrian take a break in their daily labors, but it was a cool sensation upon the skin compared to the normal muggy heat, and Jagger was at home in the water, no matter where it's source lay.
The half breed hadn't had a fruitful morning fishing, catching a few fish too small to warrant a copper miza (if Myrians even had those) and a singular fish who looked to be more razors and fins than any real meat. Despite this, he had decided to take a stab at selling it in the market, perhaps it was really a delicacy and it was a lucky find.
By the looks he was receiving on the walk through town, it probably wasn't, or perhaps people were just gawking at the penguin snoring softly upon his back...or the hue of his flesh and hair...it was so hard to tell with these Myrians.
Slipping down a small carved pathway bordered by a strange type of bamboo that Jagger had learned was a shortcut to the Trading Square, his journey was interrupted by a low growl and a frightened whimper. Turning off the path and into a small glade that the city often afforded itself, the half breed was caught with quite the sight.
A child, nearly as pale as Leth's light, damp and shivering, was huddled against a large stone, large green eyes staring fearfully toward a massive tiger. To be fair it wasn't as massive as they got, this creature was a juvenile, perhaps un-bonded since it seemed strange for one to be wandering Taloba un-accompanied at such a young age. That being said, it didn't take long for Myrian Tigers to grow much larger than their jungle bound cousins, and the beast was easily 4 feet tall at the shoulder and 10 feet long including a tail that was flicking thoughtfully back and forth as the creature stared at the small child, mouth partially open.
The sound of rustling branches made both child and tiger turn toward Jagger with eyes wide. The child mewled hopefully at him, the tiger letting out a warning growl. This was her (or his) meal, and he didn't take kindly to the man interrupting.
