#mormorbrook

I also do more or less any AU!

I blame blue and their stupid post

Ships in the tags. 

At the tender age of four, Sebastian had been abandoned in the rainforest by his father. The little boy had no clue as to what he had done, nor where he was and when his father would be back. Little did he know that the man wasn't going to return; not for a hybrid that were sort out and killed. The youngster didn't learn that until almost a year had passed. By that time a mother tiger had found him, curled up amongst the leaves, small whimpers escaping his chapped lips, and claimed him as her own. It was hardly unusual, what with his tail and ears and the slight stripes across his skin, he probably looked much like a tiger cub to her. The small boy turned into a lanky teen but no longer recognised himself as human, learnt to roar and growl, not talk, and crawl, not walk. He was, as far as he was concerned, a tiger. By the time he was twenty, and hunting with his brothers and sisters, rather than playing, his body was littered with new stripes - scars that criss-crossed the expanse of his body. Ones that his mother always helped to heal. It was almost twenty years since he was abandoned that another human came along. Sebastian instantly bore his teeth, crouching down in front of his old mother and his siblings; two of which stood on his flanks. A low growl emanated from the man's throat as he glared at the newcomer, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge and his ears lifting from amongst his shaggy blonde hair. He had been taught that humans were bad and this looked like the worst of them all. Sebastian woke with a start, bright green eyes staring into the darkness around him. His heart was hammering against his ribcage and he sucked in deep breaths to calm himself down. Standing up onto all four, the light blanket fell from the man's sweat-drenched body and he stepped down from his bed on the floor. As he padded past Jim's bed, he made sure to be quiet, not wanting to wake the man up. He made his movements slow, hoping that the slight jangle of the tags on his collar wouldn't rouse the man from his slumber. The tiger-man made his way into the kitchen, where his water bowl was, and lowered himself down to lap up some of the water. The cool air of the house was nice on his heated skin and he let out a contented purr.