8/15/12

Frustrated and in his partly- drunk- sleep- deprived state, Adrian leaned his head over the face of the man, with the chest of Leila brushing up on the back of his neck. He could feel Leila’s breath rustle his hair in regular warm waves. It was soothing. He wanted to curl up next to her, bury his face in her fur, and sleep for many hours.

8/13/12

“Don’t crush him to death” Adrian said quickly. Leila shifted. The majority of her weight was now one three of her legs, but one giant paw was still pinning the man’s knife arm. Adrian directed his voice to the man on the ground. “Who are you?” he asked in a louder tone of voice than he meant to use. The man on the ground said nothing.

8/8/12

Adrian was a little slow on the uptake. Leila had a man pinned in the hallway by the time he had rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “Leila! You can’t just pounce on someone!” Adrian yelled as he jumped across the room and halted next to Leila. She looked at him, and for a fleeting second he felt fear fly through his stomach. The pierce of a huntress’s gaze is truly terrifying. He turned his gaze down to the man and noticed the knife in his hand. “Ohhhh…” Adrian realized why his tiger had thrown the man to the ground. “Well, you should have just explained that he was attacking us” he said to her, half sarcastically. The man beneath her looked as if he was slowly flattening into a two-dimensional man pancake.