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She was in a foreign place. The noises of creatures she'd never heard before began to ring in her large ears. Tara pushed herself up on her paws, they consumed at least two times her normal size. The rest of her body grew in size as well. This was so strange to her. But there was something about it, that felt.. right.
It was as though this was a familiar place to her. The peace amongst herself was interrupted. A distant shout was released in the distance. It was Tara's natural instinct to inspect. The lengthy tail flickered contentiously, with curiosity flowering within her. As her body forced leaves around her to part as she crouched forward.
She was unsure of the time, it may have been around night or early morning. Either way, she felt natural, in her own fur. Large eyes peered through an opening in a small area of parted vegetation. There before her was a man. His skin was a little darker than tan. Rich, black hair was flowed from his scalp. Slowly Tara's pupils dilated and shadowy green bands circled the ebony circles. Her eyes begun to get adjusted to the darkness around her.
At first she was unsure of what to think about him, she knew nothing about him but she kept her eyes locked. Tara wasn't able to pin point what exactly he was doing at the moment but took in what he was wearing. He wore bones around his neck, presumably animal, and his apparel seemed to be fitting for the location. Above all, what caught her eyes the most was the weapon he wore by his hips. By his stature and build, he could wield the dangerous There was a emotion that erupted within her blood.
Pounce.. Pounce..
The words rung in her head but, she knew it was unwise of her to make any sudden actions. For now Tara would refrain from her natural instinct and walk amongst the shadows, wait for the perfect time.
It was as though this was a familiar place to her. The peace amongst herself was interrupted. A distant shout was released in the distance. It was Tara's natural instinct to inspect. The lengthy tail flickered contentiously, with curiosity flowering within her. As her body forced leaves around her to part as she crouched forward.
She was unsure of the time, it may have been around night or early morning. Either way, she felt natural, in her own fur. Large eyes peered through an opening in a small area of parted vegetation. There before her was a man. His skin was a little darker than tan. Rich, black hair was flowed from his scalp. Slowly Tara's pupils dilated and shadowy green bands circled the ebony circles. Her eyes begun to get adjusted to the darkness around her.
At first she was unsure of what to think about him, she knew nothing about him but she kept her eyes locked. Tara wasn't able to pin point what exactly he was doing at the moment but took in what he was wearing. He wore bones around his neck, presumably animal, and his apparel seemed to be fitting for the location. Above all, what caught her eyes the most was the weapon he wore by his hips. By his stature and build, he could wield the dangerous There was a emotion that erupted within her blood.
Pounce.. Pounce..
The words rung in her head but, she knew it was unwise of her to make any sudden actions. For now Tara would refrain from her natural instinct and walk amongst the shadows, wait for the perfect time.