Run. Run Away and Never Return!

One her thirst was slated, Taiga rose again, elbows straightening. Droplets of water clung to her lips and she licked them away before turning to the stripey man. Eyes of ruby watch as he gracefully deposits himself upon his side in the stream, not at all concerned about getting wet. He eyes her and Taiga brazenly does the same, taking in the way that his pelt shifts from pale to earthen and striped. He's a beautiful specimen of feline maleness and Taiga quite appreciates both his appearance and his thick, honeyed speech.

A rumble of laughter leaves the giantess as she settles down on the bank. The rosette covered lioness dropped onto her side, then rolled about on her back like some little kitten. Toes spread as she stretched, accompanied by a wide yawn that flashed horridly long canines. Only once she settled on her side in the grass, one red eye upon the man, did she answer. "I suppose you were in the right place at the right time."

The felines long tail flicked through the grass in long, languid strokes. Despite being terribly handsome, the lion was a mess. His fur was mottled with dirt and his mane hung in clumps. He said that he was new to these lands... had he been blown to Auster in a whirlwind? "I am called Taiga," she informed the man, a mischievous glint in her eye, "And you need a bath."


"Taiga"