Hello all
I was having a slow night of calving around the full moon, when sitting under the trees in the dark watching the moonlight stream through the bows. this opening paragraph was inspired by that night. I hope to turn it into a full story!
anyhoo hope you enjoy!
season 1 episode 1
The moon is bright. The jungle canopy lush, and green. Beneath the bows where the light streams through, dappling the ground in bright patches. There in vibrant colors; a stark contrast against the dark of the under brush, a small fire burns.
Timothy! Shouts an old battle scared, but powerful looking tiger. As he strides into view from behind a nearby tree.
A young feline jumps from where he had been staring into the vibrant flames. Eyes not yet adjusted to the murky depths of the jungle. He shouts back " Regon! By thunder you've scared my stripes clean off!"
"I wouldn't have had to had you been doing your job! Your supposed to be guarding the village, not staring at that fire!" Stated the very muscular tiger. Sounding more disappointed than angry.
"What if I had been an enemy? By the time your eyes would have adjusted I could have easily killed you!" The old battle scared mammal placed one leather warped paw upon the younger's shoulder. The well oiled leather of his armor glistening in the dark. His features softening as he looked at the youngsters face.
" Yes sir." Stated Timothy hanging his head slightly ashamed, from the lecture.
"Chin up child! Most make the same mistake on their first night. That's why I am captain and not you. Now can you tell me what you were doing wrong?" Asked Region in a friendly, yet still commanding tone.
"It is chilly out so I was sitting by the fire when I should have been watching for intruders." Answered Timothy, as though it was a text book mistake.
"See now that is why I like you!"
"Sir?"
"So sure of yourself"
"I will try not to do it again!"
"I said you are sure of yourself, not that you are right." The old tiger raises an eyebrow staring straight into the confused youngsters face, then started laughing a deep booming roar of a laugh that caries for miles.
"You should see the look on your face!"
"But sir what could I have done differently? If sitting by the fire is not the problem then what is?" Asks Timothy while turning and walking away from Regon. His own armor catching a few rays of light as he walks. The leather diffusing the gray rays into a dark orange, that seems to dissolve almost instantly, into the dark. Timothy leans against a tree few yards from where Regon, who is already moving, once was standing!
"Timothy what you were doing wrong was not simply, sitting by the fire, but rather letting the fire numb your senses! You see when you stair into a fire first it blinds you to the world around you. Because your eyes have to adjust to the light. Next it numbs your hearing. Because it speaks to you and absorbs all the sound from around you. Now do you know what you did wrong?"
"I looked at the fire? But how will I know to stoke it if I never look?
"You can look, just don't stair. " Stated the older feline flatly.
"How can I explain. If you sit with your back to the flame you will preserve your night vision, and still stay warm!" A shout in the distance caught the two guards attention. they both turned to look in the direction the sound had come from.
"I will leave you now. Sounds like I have to go break up the Towly brothers again" stated the annoyed feline as he turned and strode back toward town. The pommel of his sward glinting in the moonlight. Leaving the young tiger to his first watch.
short I know... but let me know what you think!
happy writing
floreloyx