She had been watching him since he had arrived.
She often hid in the trees and watched the port from a distance. It couldn’t really be called a port. It was just a dock that was unmanned and falling apart. Nestled in a cove that was the only place calm and safe enough for boats to dock without worrying about the unforgiving rocks that lined the harsh island.
He had come, and he had stayed. That was curious and it intrigued her. No one stayed, fearing the island for the death trap that it could be if one was unfamiliar with the territory. And he was alone. Doubly dangerous. If the heat didn’t kill you the fauna certainly would. Even the flora if you weren’t careful.
He kept on in the same direction, and she kept following him, silent and unseen in the trees. She was practically stalking him, though she didn’t consider him prey. It had been days now, and sometimes she would wander off to do her own thing for awhile, but his trail was easy enough to pick up, he wasn’t doing anything to hide himself in the jungle, so she went back to hunting him when she was bored.
It was like a game to her, made all the more fun by his utter obliviousness.
When he was sleeping, she would slip out of the trees and inspect his camp. It was full of strange and interesting things she had never seen before. She didn’t know what they did or how to handle them. It was possible she had broken a few things in her carelessness, but it wasn’t like she could tell.
He was making good progress today, steadfast and resolute through the jungle. Towards what, she still didn’t know. She was lazing about on a high branch in the canopy where she would be able to keep an eye on him for a while without having to following him too closely. Her tail swayed lazily above her head and her ears were swiveled in his direction.
She felt a strange need to keep an eye on him. Like a silent guardian of sorts. He didn’t quite seem like he could handle himself to her.
He was yelling. Her ears perked and she sat up in time to watch him fling something into the distance. Curious as to what it had been she gracefully pushed herself up and darted across the canopy, using branches and vines to support her fluid movements.
The feral lynx had never been too keen on revealing herself to him, but she wanted whatever he had discarded. She dropped out of the trees a few feet away from him, where the item in question was glinting in the underbrush. She landed with a soft grunt and snatched the item from the ground. Her tail swayed behind her head as she inspected the item, turning it over in her hands with no concern that he would want it back. Finders keepers and all that. She was wearing the tattered scraps of a dress, though it didn’t leave her completely bare it wasn’t enough to be considered decent in more civilized circles. Her dark hair was long and curly and somewhat tangled, and she was barefoot. Scare clothing revealed that she her arms and legs were decorated in dark markings like spots.
Still, unconcerned for her company she held the item up and watched it glint in the sunlight that filtered through the trees. She made a noise that could have been a giggle.
She often hid in the trees and watched the port from a distance. It couldn’t really be called a port. It was just a dock that was unmanned and falling apart. Nestled in a cove that was the only place calm and safe enough for boats to dock without worrying about the unforgiving rocks that lined the harsh island.
He had come, and he had stayed. That was curious and it intrigued her. No one stayed, fearing the island for the death trap that it could be if one was unfamiliar with the territory. And he was alone. Doubly dangerous. If the heat didn’t kill you the fauna certainly would. Even the flora if you weren’t careful.
He kept on in the same direction, and she kept following him, silent and unseen in the trees. She was practically stalking him, though she didn’t consider him prey. It had been days now, and sometimes she would wander off to do her own thing for awhile, but his trail was easy enough to pick up, he wasn’t doing anything to hide himself in the jungle, so she went back to hunting him when she was bored.
It was like a game to her, made all the more fun by his utter obliviousness.
When he was sleeping, she would slip out of the trees and inspect his camp. It was full of strange and interesting things she had never seen before. She didn’t know what they did or how to handle them. It was possible she had broken a few things in her carelessness, but it wasn’t like she could tell.
He was making good progress today, steadfast and resolute through the jungle. Towards what, she still didn’t know. She was lazing about on a high branch in the canopy where she would be able to keep an eye on him for a while without having to following him too closely. Her tail swayed lazily above her head and her ears were swiveled in his direction.
She felt a strange need to keep an eye on him. Like a silent guardian of sorts. He didn’t quite seem like he could handle himself to her.
He was yelling. Her ears perked and she sat up in time to watch him fling something into the distance. Curious as to what it had been she gracefully pushed herself up and darted across the canopy, using branches and vines to support her fluid movements.
The feral lynx had never been too keen on revealing herself to him, but she wanted whatever he had discarded. She dropped out of the trees a few feet away from him, where the item in question was glinting in the underbrush. She landed with a soft grunt and snatched the item from the ground. Her tail swayed behind her head as she inspected the item, turning it over in her hands with no concern that he would want it back. Finders keepers and all that. She was wearing the tattered scraps of a dress, though it didn’t leave her completely bare it wasn’t enough to be considered decent in more civilized circles. Her dark hair was long and curly and somewhat tangled, and she was barefoot. Scare clothing revealed that she her arms and legs were decorated in dark markings like spots.
Still, unconcerned for her company she held the item up and watched it glint in the sunlight that filtered through the trees. She made a noise that could have been a giggle.
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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