513 AV Day 92
The golden hue of the sanctum shined greatly as the sun in the skies illuminated its beauty across the surface of Mikalo's olive-turned skin and the vegetated sod under himself. He came towards the temple with the mindset to worship his goddess Syna. Now Mikalo began to think about the last time he went to worship his deity, Syna, he didn't really remember the last time he thanked her for her protection. The winter bitterly snapped against his skin and rippled against his coat, also forcing his hood to lay on his back. Now his obsidian black bowl-like hair was showing, covering his eyebrows. As soon as Mikalo Aureillius stepped into the area, he could still feel the mighty heat of the long-surviving flame, and he watched the scrawny woman in their worshiping clothing nurse the fire that was like their faith in Syna; everlasting. His eyes glimmered, the heat attracting him like a moth to a flame.. literally. The next thing he new his feet were moving.. so close to the flame. When the digits grasped his arms, a jumpstart sent his heart out of his chest. He stared at the females next to him, surprisingly much taller than him and muscular, their eyebrows arched. The others nursing the flame whispered to eachother as they waved oxygen from oversized leafs onto the fire. "Would you like to explain yourself?" asked the two titanic woman. It took a while for Mikalo to snap back into reality and answer the woman.. now completely embarrassed, he swallowed. Mikalo's hands came together and he shook his head down, waving his hands back and forth to show that he was deeply sorry. His eyes watered, from the heat of the flame. With disappointed and disgusted looks; he was shoved backward by the two worshipers of Syna. Normally he would have been thrown out, but the two tenders of the flames were merciful. Except he had been hit straight in the solar plexus, onto the soul, with guilt for disrespecting Syna by moving too close onto her flame. He did his time of worship for Syna by bowing to the flame, at his respectful range, and went on his way once more with his bag of clothing and other supplies bouncing as his boots smacked against the ground. Now that he let himself be embarrassed at the altar of the flames and be thrown around by women, he made his way out of Tenten peak by foot. Now he thought it was his time to let his other side out and about.. his animal side. He solemnly swore to himself that he would always attempt not to transmute into his animal form in front of others; he walked throughout the town of Lhavit almost every day, and was bugged by beggar children and citizens to turn into his beautiful form.. so he could show his fur, and let the envy grow with the awe. To get away from the troubles of Lhavit, he made his way into the Alpine Wilderness, closer to Sartu.. and there he breathed in the cool air of the forests. The smell of the trees and the rocks, and the sound of the waters calmed him.. being only three, he still hadn't taken all of the control of transmuting into a tiger. He calmed himself and let the waters pierce his eardrums and let pleasure run through his form. He could feel the calmness, his blood running like the river. And the next thing he saw was the blur of the small rocks and rivers. His olive skin transformed slightly, having fur and red lines and stripes black, he seemed to run with steadfast movement on all four of his limbs through the forest.. the wild side of him, was coming in a burst of light.    His face now filled with fur, letting his human side bound on all four, hauling through the skies with great leaps and then landing once more.. and he dug inside of him, straight to the core, and straight to the soul, and he roared with mighty intent. The animals dispersed with quickness and families of hare parted in fear, his enhanced canines quivered |