Forest of strangers...
Harana and I are currently wandering in a forest we have never seen before.
My harana looks like she is ready for battle with these strangers that we see, yet I do not feel as though they pose us any threat. Rather, we are the threat, not them.
However, I would not call them "friendly", for I have seen the way they eye my lir, the mounatain cat Tasha. If they threaten her, I will defend her to the death.
I cannot comprehend my life without her at my side. We have been bonded since I was fifteen years old, and Tasha was barely out of cubhood. Were her life to be ended, my life would end too - in the death-ritual of my race.
Let it not come to that...
Ever...
My harana looks like she is ready for battle with these strangers that we see, yet I do not feel as though they pose us any threat. Rather, we are the threat, not them.
However, I would not call them "friendly", for I have seen the way they eye my lir, the mounatain cat Tasha. If they threaten her, I will defend her to the death.
I cannot comprehend my life without her at my side. We have been bonded since I was fifteen years old, and Tasha was barely out of cubhood. Were her life to be ended, my life would end too - in the death-ritual of my race.
Let it not come to that...
Ever...