It was early morning and the sun was only just beginning to rise on the horizon. The sky was a myriad of colours, fanning out in reds, oranges and yellows and they spanned the skyline with a painters flourish.

Regan sighs softly, her breath coalescing into silvery gusts hovering and then dispersing on the breeze. There was just something about early mornings in winter that Regan loved. With the crisp clean air...the untouched look of newly fallen snow. As if all the worlds taint had been momentarily frozen and the slate wiped clean. She knew it wouldn't last. Knew that soon the snow would turn a dark shade of grey and lose the pristine sparkle. So she savored every second of it while it lasted. A light smile creasing the soft corners of her plush lips.

A large tree caught Regan's attention and with long, lithe strides she approached. Her fingers glided along the roughness of the bark, pressing into the frozen veins of snow lingering on the trunk. What a perfect place to watch the sunrise Regan mused to herself. With startling ease the small girl vaulted into the branches and settled herself against the tree's length. Only one thing could make this better Regan thought rather mischievously. Shedding out of the loose sweater and sweat pants, her body began to blur. The sound of bones and sinew snapping and reforming echoed in the silence of the frozen morning. After a prolonged moment, there was silence and a large ebony tiger lay sprawled among the branches. Her violet eyes turned once against the horizon and the beauty it held.

The sound of crunching snow drew her attention after some indeterminable amount of time. Her gaze shifted to the ground and her head tilted as she watched the human struggle through the deep snow towards her tree. Yes, the tree was hers now. She was in it and in her mind that was enough to make it hers. Anyways, back to the human. He was tall, with eyes the colour of storms. Regan was instantly curious. Eyes were an oddity of hers and she enjoyed that oddity in others as well. His were for lack of a better word, spectacular. She'd never seen eyes quite that shade before. A low garbled purr resounded in her throat. Though as he drew closer she descended into silence and settled in to watch him.

For long moments he made his way to the base of the tree and seated himself beneath the large canopy. Never once glancing upwards into the boughs. She both admired and condemned him for it. Admired because he didn't feel the need, sense the danger, or know the fear to always be searching for it and likewise condemned him for the same knowledge and feeling. Regan couldn't remember a time when she had felt so safe as this mortal did below her. She envied him.

She blinked slowly and in the time he had revealed a sketch pad of some design and had begun the early stages of a drawing. Fascinated the girl slid closer, her large obsidian head hanging over the side of a large branch. She was leaning a bit further in order to see that little bit better when the frozen branched creaked eerily and her ears flattened. Shit! He was bound to have heard it. Though she couldn't help but snicker to herself about the sight he was going to find upon looking up. A large obsidian tiger with striking violet eyes, lounging languidly in the boughs of the tree. Not something you saw everyday.




"Thinks like this"

Regan Izumi

WereTiger -- Mute -- Played by Megs