#themancub

{♖}—; Spyro had just been about to head into the Superportal to head off back into another world he had just been to the other day, though before he was about to walk around into the portal he noticed a boy enter and approached him. “Uh, hey there!” 

He was wondering how come he looked like he’d been out in the wilderness for a while, he hadn’t yet met a person like this.

Mowgli gulped, why him? Why did that tiger want to kill him? He was only a cub. He slowly crawled through the bushes far away from the tiger. His fear growing, curses for the Tigers strong scent of smell. His heart kept beating fast as he looked for anything that would be useful to him. He remained as silent as he could.

The growl deepened, the tiger’s yellowed fangs flashing as a tattered muzzle wrinkled further. A yellow eye scanned the canopy, furiously searching for a flash of brown skin or red cloth. The beast’s claws dug deep wounds into the earth as he paced along the trees, his impatience betrayed with every clump of disturbed earth. He supposed that it was too much to hope for that the mancub would give himself up. But that did not mean he appreciated being forced to search for his meat, like some common jackal.

                “You’re trying my patience....”

The tiger’s voice was soft and calm, as though the mancub’s little game of Hide and Seek was no more than a mild annoyance. He sat back on his haunches, an expression of boredom overtaking his features.

A low growl escaped the striped cat’s maw as he prowled along the jungle floor.  The scent of fear was thick in the air, its overpowering aroma filling the tiger’s nostrils. A burned muzzle wrinkled, twisting Shere Khan’s features into a grotesque parody of a smirk.