Ailurophile
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Dreams, Nightmares
Silently, he sat and stared at the slumbering tiger laid on his bed. He watched in an addled, yet inexplicably enthralled fascination as her chest rose and fell with each breath. It wasn't like he'd never seen anyone breathe before― and no, he wasn't the lunatic the cock and bull stories made him out to be― but he found himself just watching her sleep.
He winced. That didn't sound right... but he digressed.
He scrutinised every little detail of her handsome features while she remained unmoving. It had been a while since he'd had the opportunity to appreciate the qualities that made a person easy on the eyes. Her orange fur was like fire, contrasted by the exotic symmetry of black stripes etched on her face, those long black stripes that extended down her whole body... in all the places that were hidden. He could only imagine.
The clothes she wore were just short of baggy, which was a bit odd. But he knew this was because she didn't want to be noticed in that way. It was a fickle world they lived in, and so she would be judged by her appearance as a female. Shame. He had spent all this time thinking of her that hadn't slept all night... His mind was far too busy for that anyway. He didn't know what to think about that night... She was wet behind the ears, very nervous, but she desired him.
He'd given up quickly when she asked him to let her be, an action uncharacteristic of him. She had come to him, and she withdrew, though she had taken as much out of it as much as he had. It wasn't in his nature back down, yet he benevolently did just that. He wanted her now... On some level she knew. It might have only been the stir of lust, but no one had ever carried such a unique allure about them. It had been years since he'd been so curious about anything. The longer he looked, and the more he watched, the more he was drawn in.
Shaking his head fiercely, he looked back at her face, which was indifferent. There was no negativity there, unlike before. She'd looked at him with suspicion in her eyes or hostility, and it only made sense. Mostly, he wouldn't care much when the very mention of my name would cause another feelings of dread.
She had only been here less than three days, and she made an impression. Her face... She was good looking. He didn't know why he hadn't seen it before. But now that he had it... to have to her this close. He almost chuckled.
The end of her tail lashed in a tardy sway as if she was excited by something. He brought his paw towards her cheek, but he did not touch her. Looking at her more closely, he saw her lips were spread. He felt his belly knot up, though not in a bad way. It was the feeling that came with the most sensual of sights.
He could hear her purr. He almost flinched when he noticed. She was dreaming. Perhaps of home or her friends? Or maybe hidden desires. He snapped his head down. He felt uneasy, yet a part of him... wondered.
He scowled... Too much thinking. He was Tai Lung.
He remembered her... twenty years before. A mere child. Shifu brought her home one night. She had arrived little more than a fortnight before he'd toppled the valley. He never actually spoke to her, but he still remembered. Did she? Unlikely, she was so young.
He closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off.
Sleep was something that never came easy.
Tigress blinked rapidly. Leaning up, she stretched her limbs as far as she could. She felt a lot better than she did yesterday. She wasn't fatigued, and her pain was almost totally gone. She felt a new resolve- in fact, she was ready for anything.
She looked around the room. No one was here. Wait. Getting off the bed, she saw Tai Lung sat in a chair sleeping just a few feet from her... or at least, he seemed to be. Tilting her head, she watched him cautiously, wondering just how lightly he slept. He was slouched forward slightly, and he had a troubled look on his face. Approaching him, she leant in close so that she could get a look at his face. She knitted her brow. His face was contorted in sadness, and... even fear? His eyes seemed to shift around even though they were closed. He was in very deep. Definitely not a side of Tai Lung she thought could be real, but then again he had expressed a side of himself last night that she couldn't even begin to get her head around.
It was blurred really. She couldn't recall it in total vividness. But she could recall how his lips pressed against hers, where his hands went. She frowned tensely. Just the sight of him now forced her to feel unsettled. She couldn't fully comprehend how they managed to end up kissing, but Tai Lung, being who he was, wanted more. She didn't know how she had gotten into that position... with him. She thought he'd simply ignore her plea, and to take her right there. But he stopped.
She acknowledged that Tai Lung had more depth than she give him credit for. But of course, it didn't change his fundamental character. He was evil, it was a side of him that had been real since before he'd committed his crimes. The dark, cruel side that Master Oogway had seen in him. In spite of what she'd seen, she knew what she had witnessed so far was nowhere close to what he truly capable of. Yes, he clearly was toying with her. The... the things he'd said were meant to hurt her; but how could he have spoken of such things, as though he knew her. Nobody knew...
She was probably delusional, but behind his igneous eyes there had been emotions that should be alien for someone as unfeeling as he. She felt so daunted, almost outside her own head when he bore into her... It obvious that her perspective had been tainted by weariness. He was toying with her, it was obvious. Whether he was heartless or not didn't matter, he was not a good person. She looked away from him. There was truth to every story, whether it be small or large, and everything she had be told painted him as the worst.
Naturally, Shifu never brought it up, and she never directly asked him about it. She didn't dare. It had all come from the valley's citizens. Almost everyone had woefully described him as a beast that should have been vanquished the moment Master Oogway had stopped him. But few others quietly reminisced that he had always been unquestionably polite, especially to the little people. When she asked for more, they shut her down or simply told her to ask her master. She never did.
In an unconscious fashion, she placed her paw on his cheek and felt his strong face. He had a cold sweat. Right now would have been the perfect opportunity to attack, find a weapon, make a move... and take advantage of his current state. Instead, she pushed his head back, meticulously gentle so that he wasn't jostled awake. Now his posture allowed her to see his face unobstructed. She didn't know why she did it, but found that she just did.
He appeared to be having a nightmare. Did he have many? Probably. No one could go through all of the things he had without taking scars. She did not take any amusement in see his vulnerability, only a morose feeling. His story's beginning had been almost a replica of her own, or the other way around as it were... She didn't need to wonder if his nightmare was based off a past experience. She probably knew exactly what it was.
She was about to pull her paw away, but all in one moment, Tai Lung's paw latched on to her wrist and she was pulled into his lap. His burly arms snaked around her. She looked at his face and saw his eyes closed. She seized up. He was still dreaming. He unsheathed his claws in an aggressive motion and pulled her as close as possible. Then, strangely, he seemed to become more docile, and inhaled as if he had picked up on something. She was ready to scream, shout, and hit him to wake him up, but before she could do any of that, Tai Lung's lips were on hers.
He drunkenly mashed his muzzle on hers and clamped his paw on her neck, pressing her mouth almost furiously against his. The kiss was deep and violent, forcing out a moan, in protest. She was reeling... unable to find the bearings to resist. Groaning, she felt one of Tai Lung's paws grip her shirt and pull it up her back. The other held her between her shoulders. She blushed madly, and tried to push away, but Tai Lung's arms were chiselled like steel. She was strong, but he was immovable. Before she could make another attempt, he released her mouth and began breathing down her throat, making her stifle a whimper.
Tai Lung relented and pressed his forehead against her cheek. Then she heard him speak. "Hahh... You can't be here." His voice was hoarse and ragged with desperation.
"Tai Lung," she whispered breathlessly, her eyes half closed. She slumped against him. Her resistance seemed to encourage the snow Leopard.
"They won't let go. If you stay, they won't let you go either..." Tai Lung's voice was... broken and filled with despair. She might have noticed that she felt sympathetic, but all thoughts, including those of getting away from him, were forgotten for now. What made him so afraid?
"Don't leave me here," Tai Lung pleaded, crushing her body against his in an embrace filled with so much need.
She had to stop this before he got worse... If she didn't he may actually harm her. She stroked the back of head and whispered into his ear. "Shh... I'm not going to leave you." She didn't know why she said that; it was just the first thing that came out. But Tai Lung seemed to calm down. Pulling her into his chest, he laid back in his chair with her set on his lap. She sighed, forgoing any resistance and deciding that it was wiser to simply stay put and not risk finding herself getting more than rough treatment.
Laying her head under his, she went through the all the event leading up to now. Not only was she his prisoner, but they had been intimate, even sharing what had appeared to be a moment... with him- Tai Lung, of all people!
She had allowed him to kiss her once. Then she had kissed him. And now what just happened? Why did she do it? She should have let him be. That he had done these things to her made her feel weak. Before him, she had never looked at any other man, let alone kiss one.
She thought she wasn't ready for anything, but what just happened said otherwise. Closing her eyes, she knew she wouldn't be going anywhere if Tai Lung any had say in it. Which he did. A BIG say in it.
21 Years Ago
Shifu strode up the Jade Palace temple stairs at a brisk pace. He had spent a long while at the Bao Gu Orphanage in order to train it's most troubled resident. They had been travelling all day and had just made it back to the valley in the evening. Behind him, a little tiger cub― probably no older than six― followed. The child looked around in delighted interest at what now was her new home. She was too taken in by her new surrounds to notice that she was about to-
"Ow!" -Hit her head on a pillar. She clutched her head, rubbing it roughly.
Shifu touted, but smiled at her. She may have control over her vast strength, but there was still room for improving her coordination― something he would remedy. "Come along now, we're almost there." Turning, he continued on with her following right behind.
They eventually reached the top, then Tigress saw what looked to be a biggest house she had ever seen! It was the bigger than anything house she'd seen in her entire life, even though she was only a kid. The temple had her in awe. Shifu opened the doors, and light seeped out. Shifu motioned for her to go in, so she did.
Tigress stared in wonder at the display in front of her: some kind of obstacle course filled with countless dangerous traps. Snakes coiled and spinning where you the floor was supposed to be, making it hard― almost impossible― to keep balance! Spiked rings and clubs chained to the ceiling, swinging across the opened hall, threatening to batter anyone in their way! Fire shot out from the floor to scorch whoever were to attempted to traverse it! And at the end were hordes of― well, she didn't know what they were called, but they looked like large wooden dummies with spiky arms protruding out of them. She wondered how anyone was suppose to go in to all those traps and come out with without getting hurt.
Shifu noticed the curiosity on her face as she looked wide-eyed at the Training Hall. It reminded him of Tai Lung when he was just a cub.
"Well now, it isn't every day we see a new face here," a serenely wise voice spoke next to her.
"Master Oogway," Shifu greeted his master, bowing respectfully.
Tigress didn't even look at them as she spoke. She was too fascinate by what she saw. "How can someone go in that and come out alive?" she asked absently, not realizing she had spoken it aloud.
Shifu cleared his throat, getting her attention. "Tigress! This is Master Oogway. You remember me mentioning him." Tigress looked to her left and saw an infinitely old turtle standing there. He had a monk's robe around his shell and carried a worn looking stick. He merely smiled down at her with a contented fondness only the most sagacious of men could exude. She did remember Shifu saying that he was the grandmaster of the Jade Palace.
Like Master Shifu had taught her, she bowed quickly, trying her best to show respect. Oogway merely continued smiling. He bent down slightly to get a closer look at her. "So you are young one Shifu has been praising so fondly." Tigress shifted on her heels meekly.
"Yes, master. We have just returned," Shifu said to Master Oogway.
Oogway turned back to Shifu. "I hope your trip home was an enjoyable one?" Tigress as though he was asking her more than Master Shifu, but it was Shifu who answered, so she didn't say anything. The two Masters seemed caught up in their banter, so Tigress went back to watching the contraptions in motion.
As she watched, she noticed movement in the corner of her eye. Looking towards it, she focused... and gasped. Someone was in there! But her fright soon turned into marvel as she saw the person move with speed that was too incredible to process. It was a silver blur in the field of dummies and was ploughing right through anything that spun to attack him. Dodging, breaking, and ducking, he looked almost like he was dancing through the course in a performance of pure brilliance. He leapt on to the surface with the shooting fire. She could now see that the person was, in fact, a snow Leopard. Her distress returned as fire burst out, but wondrously it seemed to stray way, avoiding him instead of charring him― as if afraid. But it did not frighten her. She was mesmerized by the way he moved; it was amazing.
The snow leopard traversed the rest of the course and didn't look like he was even trying. When he'd finished, he walked off to the side. Causally, he drew a towel and wiped the sweat off his head in way that said he just finished some routine exercise.
Tigress watched him recognise Master Shifu, who had noticed him as well. Both of them seemed to brighten as they bowed to each other. Then the snow leopard turned his gaze on her. She couldn't read his expression, but in his golden eyes as he transfixed them on her, she saw a severity, an invisible force. The intensity of his stare would have made someone else want to flinch away, but she was too captivated by him to look away. He seemed to look right into her as if in-goading for her reaction, but she simply stared back, completely entranced.
He was staring at her so oddly. She wondered why he looked at her that way, but she would probably never find out.
Present
Tai Lung's nightmares were always situationally diverse. There were so many events he had in his closet, but at it's core every nightmare was the same. After breaking out of prison, he had been suffering from dreams of his confinement, or... events before; all the things he refused to think about. It wasn't that he couldn't block out memories, he could, though it didn't stop it all from haunting him in his dreams. It was the one place he had yet to master, he probably never would, and he hated it. He had inklings as to why he was suffering this way... but he was no mind doctor. All he knew was that it was a weakness. A lasting reminder of the suffering and helplessness he'd endured. It was a constant oppression... it seemed to have no ending. If he closed his eyes he could almost see it... the doors of his cage shutting... the light fadin- He shuddered.
This time, it had been different somehow. The dream had initially been like most others, but then a was new element made itself known. He had to heard something, or something had reached out to him.
He was now lucid enough to realise the weight pressing down on him. He opened his eyes, he was taken aback by the sight of his captive, who was secured loosely in his arms.
He instinctively had an idea as to what had happened while he while he was out. There has been times where he had woken in very... odd circumstances after some nights. Yawning deeply, he felt her jump in surprise; she must have dozed off while he had... grabbed her. She looked straight at him with an alarmed expression on her face.
"I'm out for five minutes, and this is what you do? Really, I never realised you were that kind of person. Shame on you." He knew that it must have been him who forced her into this position.
She stared at him in confusion, and perhaps a little disappointment. "You don't remember?"
He could have told her the truth, but that wasn't going to happen, so he resorted to what was easy and simply. "All I see is you curled up on me while I sleep."
Tigress scowled. "You were the one who couldn't stop touching me in your sleep," She mimicked his tone.
He laughed. "So you're telling me that I was feeling you up while I counted sheep?" She blush. Luckily, Tai Lung said nothing else on the subject. She became mad at herself this time. He kept catching her off guard, and just before he hadn't even been awake. Since he had taken her away on his ship, she had been a step behind him, and it made her feel like a fool. Yes, he was Tai Lung, but she was Tigress, leader of the Furious Five! She should have been better than this.
Tai Lung watched her face change as she went through whatever thoughts were in her head. "Tell me what you're thinking," he whispered in her ear. He drew one of his claws and stroked under her chin. She shivered and suddenly remembered how close to him she was and became tense. Tai Lung was fully aware of how she was feeling, and it only increased his desire to remove her reservations.
Ignoring the odd feeling she was having, she gave him a questioning look. "What were you dreaming?" She felt almost desperate to know what could cause such reaction in the snow Leopard, and surprisingly she asked not out a desire to use his weakness but out a pure curiosity. His mood shifted, and he looked away. Did she detect a glint of discomfort? He was hiding something; it was as plain as day.
"It's nothing," he muttered, looking unconcerned, but she saw through it.
"You're lying," she accused.
Could she not just leave it be. "What if I am? What business is it of yours?" he said harshly, a little more than he meant to.
"It is my business when you speak to me in dreams," she retorted bravely. He called out to her, warned her. That obviously meant something.
Tai Lung faltered. He'd spoken to her... He suddenly felt disturbed. Had he given away anything important? No... He couldn't have, she would have mentioned it when asking.
He sighed warily. "Just forget it."
She knew she wouldn't get anything out him, so she refrained from asking again.
He rubbed her arm. "You really should get up now. I'm finding it more and more difficult to restrain myself. Having you so close gives me the overwhelming urge to take off your clothes." She gaped at his bluntness, then moved off him as fast as possible. He knew that would work, and was he pleased he'd gotten out of that conversation. He got up, and stretched slightly. "I will have someone bring food. You can explore if want, just make sure you don't cause any damage."
"What would make you think I would cause damage?" She was aware he could be treating her much worse, but if she had just cause to do something violent to those on his ship then so be it.
"You can't injury my sailors, you know... Don't damage them if they do anything stupid."
She understood, but couldn't help feeling insulted. "If they decide to try anything, I won't be responsible for my actions," she said hotly.
He shrugged at her. "They are depraved, grown men with poor self-control; they can't help it."
She scoffed and muttered her annoyance. Tai Lung said nothing further; he simply left. She watched him until he closed the door, then sighed.
She turned her thoughts on how some of the crewmen had glowered pervertedly at her before. If they tried anything, she'd make them regret it.
But for now it was time to get better acquainted with her surroundings. With the ship being so big and all.
It was hot and breezy, in other words the perfect weather. He was glad to finally be away from China. While he had planned ahead, and knew where he was going, there was a new dilemma. Tigress. He had no need to worry; the answers usually came to him in time.
He might have been hasty in his decision not to send her off with the rest of Shifu's students, but he couldn't help but ponder the what-ifs. He turned his thoughts to Shifu's retaliation. After all, she was Shifu's prize student... not mention that former Master now knew he was still alive. Shifu would act immediately, but it wouldn't do much good if he had no idea where to find him. It would be a chase, which Shifu would lose.
As he walked by, he heard some of the crew talking. He wasn't really listening, but his ears picked up mention of Tigress' name. At the sound of her name, he turned his attention to them. He saw a rather large burly bull speaking loudly to a pair of dogs. Moving closer, he confirmed that they were talking about her. "I don't know why the captain is keeping her around. She's just useless baggage," one of the dogs exclaimed. Both nodded in agreement.
The bull spoke in a thick accent. "He's prob'ly feelin' randy. I bet 'e think she'll be good under the sheets." They all laughed at that. It made him angry.
"Although I see why the capt'n likes her. I may be a bull, but I would definitely go down on 'er, heh, heh," he said huskily. Tai Lung glared coldly at the bull. So they were already thinking about that, eh? It made his blood boil. His growl increased in volume so that they could hear him. Turning to him, they gaped. They all knew they were in deep-
Tigress hadn't left the room yet. While she knew she would have to do so eventually, she was looking for excuses not to, mainly to avoid being near Tai Lung. So she just ended up poking through the snow Leopard's things. She wondered if the others had made it back to the valley by now, and how Master Shifu would react. If she was totally honest, it wasn't something she envied the others for. Though he'd probably be easy on them than her.
It was an inevitability in her eyes, and suddenly the idea of staying with Tai Lung was a smidgen less unattractive... She shook her head sharply. That was a ridiculously thought.
Looking to the far side of the room, she eyed a large cabinet, and with a passive curiosity, she wished to know what was inside. She didn't take Tai Lung for someone who would own lots of clothes. It sounded dumb in her head, but she didn't know him so how would she know whether or not he had a vast wardrobe.
The first thing she saw when she opened it was weapons― lots of weapons― which... didn't surprise her. Tai Lung having a wardrobe filled with instruments of death just seemed too fitting. They were all exotic in appearance and each different from the other; some of them she couldn't even identify. Picking up on one of them, she gripped the handle of the strange looking device. It looked like a miniaturised mortar of some kind. It almost looked akin to the weapon Shen had used against them. She wondered how it worked. It seemed to have a trigger like a crossbow, only it was smaller and curved for a finger. There was also a second trigger on top. She pulled it back, and it clicked. She waited for it to do something, but nothing happened. That was it? A click? Perhaps she was missing something, but she had no idea how it worked.
Placing it back, she took notice to a sword perched as the centre piece of all the strange weapons. The hilt was a glossy, charcoal with black intertwining around one another. The guard was a foot in length with numerous stones embedded into it, giving an ornate and incredibly elegant appearance. The blade itself was also gray. It was curved up to the tip. Despite the dusky colour of the steel, it glistened perfectly, giving a slight glow. It was beautiful. Lesser in width than the Sword of Heroes, but was a bit longer.
She lifted it slowly. The sword wasn't too heavy despite its size, nor too light. The blade hummed lightly as it swished. She wondered how Tai Lung had acquired such an exquisite weapon. She swung the blade, and the hum loudened into an almost melodic noise. The sword had an overbearing pulse radiating from it. She could almost feel the presence within scream to her. She frowned at it. Her senses told her to leave it alone, so that was what she did.
She finished her examination and placed it back on its perch, then closed the cabinet. She supposed it was time to look around elsewhere.
Tigress finally left the cabin. She winced as the light of a bright and sunny day hit her eyes.
Stepping out on deck, she expected the crew to be going about their jobs, and though she could hear people she couldn't see many where she was standing. Knitting her brow, she walked down the steps leading to the centre mast, hearing loud voices on the other side. Walking around, she saw many crew members grouped together.
She tried looking over them, but most were taller than she was, so she resorted to pushing her way through them instead. It was Tai Lung. He held in his hands a bulky looking crossbow, and even though he wasn't aiming it at anyone, his eyes were fixed on a section of the mast he was blocking with his back. Walking past him, she saw a large bull with petrified expression on his face. Hong stood next to the snow Leopard with a blank look, not giving away his feelings. Some of the crew watched in amusement, others in wariness; but most looked completely indifferent.
"Pl-Please, captain. I-I didn't mean to upset you," the bull stuttered pathetically. She saw Tai Lung smirk, and how close the bull was to wetting himself.
"Humph. Well you should have thought about that before you opened that mouth," Tai Lung drawled cruelly. Some of the crewmen shook their heads. The bull clearly had never witnessed the captain upset.
Tigress narrowed her eyes. She couldn't let this happen. "Stop."
He frowned. "Why should I? I am the captain of this ship, and I will punish my underlings in the manner I see fit." He then turn to look at her.
She scoffed. "Killing a man for saying something that's gets to you is hardly fair― or at least, one would think."
Tai Lung's expression did not change. "I never said I was punishing him for what he said. I am punishing him because his conduct as member of this crew displeases me." ...As though it was taboo for him to be upset. "Why do you care? You don't even know what he said."
"It doesn't matter. It's still wrong." He was a hypocritical, warning her not to hurt these men, and yet he was about to kill one of them anyway.
Tai Lung laughed wryly. "Wrong you say? If you care so much, why don't we find a way to settle this fairly?"
Tigress eyed him warily at him. "What do you have in mind?"
Tai Lung turned his attention to the crowd. "XIAODAN!" he barked, and right on queue, the little cub appeared out from under the crowd of legs. Running up to Tai Lung, he looked up at him expectantly... while Tigress watched cautiously. Tai Lung smiled at the cub and then walked up towards the bull whimpering against the mast. He reached into his back pocket pulled out an apple, then placed it on the bull's head. With a look, he forced the bull to cease his shaking be still.
Walking back to Xiaodan, he placed the crossbow in the cub's paws. He stumbled, almost falling from the weight, but managed to keep himself and the weapon upright. Tai Lung placed his paw on the cub's shoulder and pointed at the bull. "See if you can hit that apple for me, will you?"
At first, he looked uncertain, but then a look of determination appeared on the cub's face. "Alright." The child seemed oblivious to the potential consequences.
"Good lad," Tai Lung said approvingly.
Tigress shook her head. She couldn't watch this anymore. "What do you think you're doing?"
Tai Lung regarded her without much care. "I think this is a good compromise. Instead of killing him, leave it to chance," he said loudly enough so that the bull could hear.
"What? By making a child do it?" she shouted in anger.
He frowned again. "Trust me. If it was my way, he'd be dead already. Besides, there's no guarantee he'll hit him."
"You think that's justified? You can't make a child do this!" Tigress wondered if he had lost his mind. What if the child did kill the bull? She knew from the clear innocence in his eyes that he had never killed or even seen someone be killed, and she had no doubt Tai Lung already knew this.
"That's tough, 'cause I am."
Tigress looked at him, scandalised. "You think you're so much better than everyone else, don't you?"
Tai Lung smirked. "I don't think I'm better, Tigress. That would be everyone else," he said matter-of-factly.
She growled and cursed him. "You bastard," she said venomously. Did he not understand humility?
Tai Lung put his hand on his heart, feigning hurt. "You wound me," he retorted dryly.
The crew observed the pair go back and forth. Even Hong stared in fascination. The bull had seemingly been forgotten.
Then their argument was brought to a swift end as they heard the whistle of the crossbow firing. Tigress and Tai Lung both turn the Xiaodan, who had fallen over from the force behind the shot. He got up, staring wide-eyed at the aftermath of the shot. The two of them turned to the bull and saw the liquid seep down his head. He'd hit the apple. Everyone gawked. "Wow," someone in the crowd whispered loudly. Tai Lung look almost awed. He turned back to Xiaodan, who gave him a toothy grin. The crew waited in silence. Tai Lung's amazement slowly melted away, and he grinned back. "That was very good."
Everyone cheered.
The cub brightened even more at this, but soon began to look embarrassed at the attention. Tai Lung turned to the bull and scowled. "Seems you'll live to talk another day, whelp. "Take him to the brig." Then two boars proceeded to drag him off. Tigress couldn't get her head around what just happened. Thoughtlessly, her eyes were drawn the crossbow bolt, which had miraculously not pierced the mast, but instead flung to ground after hitting the apple. She went to pick it up. The head was a single large ball bearing... there no way it could have broken flesh. She frowned. He must have known. What on earth was he playing at?
The crew broke off and went back to work. Tai Lung turned to his captive. "That concludes that then."
Tigress felt overwhelmed. If this was what a normal day here was like, then she shuddered to think what an odd day would be like.
Her captor looked as if he had just remembered something. "I still haven't told you where we're heading, have I?"
What I was annoyed by was it looked right when reading it the first time. Then the next day confusingly I read it again and it doesn't. Oh well, let me what you think and Review. Thank you for reading!