A/N: This is mainly going to be updated when I feel like it, not on a regular schedule. Basically, it's a stress buster.
There once was a great sorcerer, who had unraveled the secrets of the universe. He, in his time, had spoken with animals, the stars, and spirits of the dead. But, alas, the days of his youth were fleeting. He eventually lost the gift, but his last act was one of the most powerful things he had ever done in his life.
He made a tiger, out of gears and springs and clockwork, and cloaked it in fur. Then, from the heart of a still-warm corps, he tore the ragged soul free and exposed it to things it had never felt before in all its incarnations. And then he gave it to the tiger, and delivered its secret, inner name that only the truly blessed of us will ever know.
As the tiger woke and blinked and stretched, he brought his newborn daughter in and bound it to her, binding it with potent incantations that had not been spoken by human lips since the advent of time. With the incantations, he tied it irretrievably to his family, to be passed down through generations, along with the gift to see it and magic in all it's forms.
After the child was old enough, she received her companion and happily named him.
His name is Hobbes. This is his story.
