1/9/13

Adrian quickly grabbed the knife the man had, took his hands, and tied them together with the rope. He then pulled the man into his room, and propped him against the wall.

“Now, you are going to just stay right here”, Adrian said to the man. “If you try to move, then I’ll let Leila do whatever she wants with you”, he finished as he glanced at his tiger.

Leila growled.

Adrian walked back over to his bed, curled in the blanket, and quickly fell back asleep.

Leila on the other hand, chose to sleep directly in front of their prisoner, with one ear attuned to his movements. 

1/8/13

He rocked back on his heels and sighed. Adrian could not think clearly with sleep still fogging his mind. Finally, he walked over to his pack near the bed and extracted a length of rope. “Leila, we need to roll him over so I can tie his hands behind his back”, Adrian said as he made his way back over to the man.

Leila growled down at the man, took a giant paw, and tapped him on the side.

The man looked both frightened and humiliated, but reluctantly he started to roll onto his stomach. 

9/20/12

Adrian eyed the man questionably. “What do you mean? Everyone has a name”, he said. “We are not given names because that would allow us to be unique” the man said, a sneer on his face. Leila took her face and placed it less than an inch from his, staring deep into his eyes. She could tell that he was not lying. Liars squirm when a tiger stares them down. Tigers know without a doubt when a two-legged fragile little human is lying to them. Adrian looked at Leila. She was really quite formidable when she wanted to be.

9/4/12

Alas. It was interrogation time. “If you don’t answer, I am going to let my tiger chew on your ear,” Adrian said to the man on the ground. Leila thought this was rather silly as he then wouldn’t be able to hear. She would rather nip at his knife-hand anyway. “I am nobody,” the man said, in a very thick accent. Leila growled and stuck her teeth very near his ear. “We are not given names,” the man said, obviously uncomfortable.

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.