3/27/12

Leila sniffed the air. The smell of ale really was disgusting. She had bits of cowhide stuck in her teeth, which bugged her and put her in a foul mood. Tonight was not a good night. Leila was on edge.
Normally she took care to avoid startling two legged creatures, but she wasn’t in the mood. Leila rounded a corner and trotted over to the door of the pub. Right as she was about to push on the door, it opened. Adrian was standing before her, looking strained. Leila thought maybe the ale had made it difficult for him to walk, and places herself close by his side.
“We have to go straight to my room” Arian said, “They won’t allow you to be near everyone in the bar”.
There was a grumbling noise coming from Leila.
“I know, I know, but I’m coming up with you” Adrian said quickly.

3/19/12

“She really is very calm, and would never ever harm anyone” Adrian said quickly. “But she is really always with me and will probably hurt anyone who tries to make me not stay the night near her”, he added as the man opened his mouth.
“As long as she stays in your room, an’ doesn’t claw anyone er anything, we shouldn’t have a problem” the barman said, looking a little taken aback.

3/15/12

Adrian knew that Leila was around. He hastily started talking to the man behind the bar, as well as the people nearest to him. “So it slipped my mind to mention this earlier, but my companion will also be staying with me for the night.”
“Alrigh’ that’d be fine” said the barman.
“Well, my companion is a tiger” said Adrian sheepishly.
The man who had been telling Adrian a story about a dangerous bear snorted and dripped ale down his front.
“WHAT?” he said, with much more volume than was really required.

3/14/12

The stories continued, and Arian began to feel his energy failing him. He was exhausted. Just as he was thinking about how nice a bed would be, his tiger sense started tingling. Normally people can sense if someone is behind them, or if they are about to enter into a dangerous situation, but Adrian could sense Leila more prominently than any of those things.

2/24/12

Adrian’s brain was fuzzy. He was sitting in the pub drinking some ale, listening to a man tell him stories of his adventures in the nearby forest. “Be careful if you ever go in there, you’re likely to run across a feisty animal or two” he was saying. Adrian was giggling to himself. He knew a feisty animal of his own. “One time I ran into a rather aggressive bear, right after I ran a few miles away I thought that the bear was probably hibernatin’ and wouldn’t be chasin’ me anywhere”.

2/20/12

As she inspected the lifeless form she noticed a tattoo twisting up along his arm. He was wearing all brown, and smelled musky. “Interesting” she thought. That smell was unrelated to anything around them. This-forest-musk was full of juniper and oak. He smelled all wrong. She licked his flesh. “Salty” she thought. Unappealing. After another second she turned and headed back towards the pub where Adrian resided. She would just steal a cow from a neighboring farmer. After all, who could blame a tiger for taking the scenic, cow-hunting route?

2/7/12

Leila looked down at the remains of a man. She glanced around. She was alone except for the rabbit. If she wanted to, she could eat this man and nobody would know the difference. But as she looked down at the man, she couldn’t help but notice that something seemed wrong about eating him. Adrian was a man. Or, at least, he kept telling her he was…
She couldn’t imagine a tiger ever eating Adrian. She, his tiger, would kill anything that tried to hurt him, including one of her own kind. He was her human, she would never allow anything to happen to him.
Leila looked down at the man she had just slaughtered, and felt a disgust bloom insider her.