11-05-2018, 01:48 PM
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Perseus is unsure of how he got here. A dry, endless desert grew slowly more humid and lower to the ground, and the young cub had followed the dips of the ground with an aimless curiosity. As the desert bled into canyon walls, rocks tumbling down steep slopes with every less than cautious step he takes, the boy finds himself chasing after the bottom. It doesn't quite register that there could be trouble down there, or that anything could change with this wandering. Really, the whole world seems to fly over the tiger cub's head. Life as he lives it is a simple sort of thing, a cotton-wrapped heart not fully registering things that should worry him. But he's young and there's an entire lifetime ahead of him to spend worrying. For now, there's none of that.
He comes tumbling down the ridge like a trotting horse then a bouncing rock, paws just a little too broad for his body catching on outcroppings and then settling on the canyon's floor. Cream wings spread and beat uselessly in the air for balance in a moment of shock, and warm eyes turn back upwards. He was farther down than he'd expected, but there are lots of green things down here and the humidity is starting to make sense. When he turns around again, away from the slowly sloping wall that he came from, his eyes widen even more. There's an expanse of green stretching out as far as he can see, and the slow roaring of waterfalls settles in. A short, giddy laugh drowns in the noise, and although his paws and sides are sore, it feels kinda perfect.
The tiger's claws dig into wet bark as he climbs, higher and higher up a tree until he settles on a thick branch only halfway up. From here, more branches crowd down on his head, leaves parting cream feathers and pressing into his fur. He ducks his head and crawls along the branch until he can stand a little more, searching out for something new he could go explore. But the longer he crouches there and searches, the more... well. It's a little scary, isn't it? It's a long way down. Fluffy wings extend again, slowly this time, as Perseus crawls to the end of the branch. His stomach presses against the bark, fluttering and clenching with a strange sort of fear. The world is different up here, and maybe — maybe not for the better. He was used to trees, he'd spent most of his life climbing, but the trees here are different. The world feels smaller and more distant, crowded instead of free.
The boy clears his throat, though he can't see anyone close to him. Not like he can see much. "Hey?" he calls out. "Is anyone here?"
Perseus is unsure of how he got here. A dry, endless desert grew slowly more humid and lower to the ground, and the young cub had followed the dips of the ground with an aimless curiosity. As the desert bled into canyon walls, rocks tumbling down steep slopes with every less than cautious step he takes, the boy finds himself chasing after the bottom. It doesn't quite register that there could be trouble down there, or that anything could change with this wandering. Really, the whole world seems to fly over the tiger cub's head. Life as he lives it is a simple sort of thing, a cotton-wrapped heart not fully registering things that should worry him. But he's young and there's an entire lifetime ahead of him to spend worrying. For now, there's none of that.
He comes tumbling down the ridge like a trotting horse then a bouncing rock, paws just a little too broad for his body catching on outcroppings and then settling on the canyon's floor. Cream wings spread and beat uselessly in the air for balance in a moment of shock, and warm eyes turn back upwards. He was farther down than he'd expected, but there are lots of green things down here and the humidity is starting to make sense. When he turns around again, away from the slowly sloping wall that he came from, his eyes widen even more. There's an expanse of green stretching out as far as he can see, and the slow roaring of waterfalls settles in. A short, giddy laugh drowns in the noise, and although his paws and sides are sore, it feels kinda perfect.
The tiger's claws dig into wet bark as he climbs, higher and higher up a tree until he settles on a thick branch only halfway up. From here, more branches crowd down on his head, leaves parting cream feathers and pressing into his fur. He ducks his head and crawls along the branch until he can stand a little more, searching out for something new he could go explore. But the longer he crouches there and searches, the more... well. It's a little scary, isn't it? It's a long way down. Fluffy wings extend again, slowly this time, as Perseus crawls to the end of the branch. His stomach presses against the bark, fluttering and clenching with a strange sort of fear. The world is different up here, and maybe — maybe not for the better. He was used to trees, he'd spent most of his life climbing, but the trees here are different. The world feels smaller and more distant, crowded instead of free.
The boy clears his throat, though he can't see anyone close to him. Not like he can see much. "Hey?" he calls out. "Is anyone here?"
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