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by miyumi on Fri May 05, 2006 8:43 am
Lacuna ran. She followed a tug inside her, guiding her through the night, pitch-black with a thick layer of clouds covering the moon and stars which could have let her see. Instead, she trusted this tug, jumped over unseen pits when it told her, avoided the trees it knew were there. Finally, she came to a stop, reached down, and picked up the little tiger cub. Immediately she felt her healing powers respond to the cub, felt the small wound close.
So you are to be my companion. That would have have been fatal on someone as small as you, but even two days from now you would've survived, and a week from now it would've been a scratch. You're only a newborn, so it will be awhile before you will be useful. But it's better this way, I won't have to worry about taming you. What is your name? I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.
Talking the whole while, so the tiger would know the sound of her voice through anything, Lacuna took some rope out of her pack, looped it around the cub's dead mother and dead sibling, and dragged the carcas with her. After all, tiger meat would give her strength like none other, and the skin would be quite beautiful. She also needed a new buckle for her belt. The tug pulled her into a small cave, she hung the dead mother from a tree.
The next day, the firt thing her violet eyes saw was the little tiger cub for the first time. It was a white tiger, and female. The cub had a streak of yellow down it's back, and her legs were already long, showing promise that she would be a swift runner.
I name you Yani Vinashu, beautiful streak. I'll call you Yanishu.
Chattering about anything and everything, Lacuna made breakfast for the tiny tiger. Taking some of the dried meat in her pack and crushing it into a fine powder, she mixed that in a bowl with some of the water in her canteen. She dipped her finger into the gruel and fed it to Yanishu. Then she had her own breakfast of trail mix, and went to the mother hanging from the tree. She took the mother down, and saw what had happened.
So, you had a tangle with a bear? Most likely it smelled the blood of birth and went after an easy meal. But it didn't eat you, did you fight too strongly?
She took it down, skinned it, dressed it, and set the meat out to be dried. Then she fed the baby again, still on the meat from the pack. She would not give it its mother's meat, that would be wrong and could hurt the training later. She rolled the hide up. It was mangled in spots, but it would make a good lining for her winter clothes. She would take it to a friend who did leather-work. He would not charge her, for he owed her. But for the next couple days, she'd camp here and hunt for her new charge, keeping the tiger meat and the other meat seperate.
OOC: This is just background for Lacuna. Pronunciation guide:
Lacuna: La koon uh
Yanishu: Yah nee shoo
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miyumi on Tue Jun 13, 2006 2:58 pm, edited 4 times in total.
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