Fearless {Open}
Aug 25, 2009 21:03:00 GMT -5
Post by mulan on Aug 25, 2009 21:03:00 GMT -5
The tiger licked at its paw with her big thick tongue. Eyes closed and the large cat stopped for a moment before it let out a big, wide yawn. An array of sharp teeth showed. The animal may have seemed hot to her but she couldn't quite tell. She didn't know how to read tigers after all.
Mulan stood in front of the glass. Her almond shaped eyes stared at the creatures and she swallowed hard for a moment. Fa Mulan had never been so close to a tiger before, she had lived in an area where there were no tigers. And the closest she had ever gotten to one was in a painting. The large cats lie around in their enclosed area. One stood and started pacing and Mulan leaned forward. No one else seemed to be afraid to be so close to them. She'd been tentative at first as well only because she hadn't seen their "cage".
Staring at them with her almond shaped eyes Mulan felt an odd sense of peace watching them. Tigers represented fearlessness, her eyes closed and she looked down to her feet. Her father must have been worried sick about her. Her slender shoulders dropped and the soldier's eyes traveled back to the tiger.
Fa Mulan stared as the tiger's well muscled body skulked through the grasses. The tiger also represented wrath. Mulan stepped back from the fence and her small slipper clad feet scuffled along the ground. She was tired and hot, the humidity hung like a blanket around her and Mulan reached up to brush her silky hair off the back of her neck.
Her training uniform hung on her skinny frame. She would most definitely have to take a bath later. Mulan took one last look to the tigers as she scuffled forward. Thankfully, the sun was blocked out from the bamboo.
Mulan didn't know where she was. She had thought she wanted to go home before when she was in the Imperial Army, but now she really wanted to go home. Mulan's slender hand was on the hilt of her sword, a lady in a strange place had to protect herself. Plump lips pursed together as she kept her head hung low.
She had no idea how long she had been walking but she knew that she was some place strange. Her father told her about lands to the west and she wondered if she had wandered into one. But how did she get there? Where was she? It had been months since she had been in the Imperial Army and her feet started to give out on her. She was out of shape, Mulan noticed a small cluster of trees surrounded by stones so she invited herself over.
"Ah," she sighed as she sat down. Her eyes closed and she breathed in calmly through her nose. As she tilted her chin up, she relaxed for a moment in the shade. It was a good thing that she wasn't just "one of the guys" anymore. She was certain that they may have tried to baby her since she was indeed a woman.
Women were weak after all, her small nose crinkled up as she rested her hands onto the stones that surrounded the trees. She missed her friends, almost sadly she thumbed at her father's sword. Mulan wanted her friends, she heard a roar out in the distance, pulling her legs up against her chest she hugged them to herself. Her small chin rested on her knees. "Mushu," she asked for her guardian. "Where are you?"
Mulan stood in front of the glass. Her almond shaped eyes stared at the creatures and she swallowed hard for a moment. Fa Mulan had never been so close to a tiger before, she had lived in an area where there were no tigers. And the closest she had ever gotten to one was in a painting. The large cats lie around in their enclosed area. One stood and started pacing and Mulan leaned forward. No one else seemed to be afraid to be so close to them. She'd been tentative at first as well only because she hadn't seen their "cage".
Staring at them with her almond shaped eyes Mulan felt an odd sense of peace watching them. Tigers represented fearlessness, her eyes closed and she looked down to her feet. Her father must have been worried sick about her. Her slender shoulders dropped and the soldier's eyes traveled back to the tiger.
Fa Mulan stared as the tiger's well muscled body skulked through the grasses. The tiger also represented wrath. Mulan stepped back from the fence and her small slipper clad feet scuffled along the ground. She was tired and hot, the humidity hung like a blanket around her and Mulan reached up to brush her silky hair off the back of her neck.
Her training uniform hung on her skinny frame. She would most definitely have to take a bath later. Mulan took one last look to the tigers as she scuffled forward. Thankfully, the sun was blocked out from the bamboo.
Mulan didn't know where she was. She had thought she wanted to go home before when she was in the Imperial Army, but now she really wanted to go home. Mulan's slender hand was on the hilt of her sword, a lady in a strange place had to protect herself. Plump lips pursed together as she kept her head hung low.
She had no idea how long she had been walking but she knew that she was some place strange. Her father told her about lands to the west and she wondered if she had wandered into one. But how did she get there? Where was she? It had been months since she had been in the Imperial Army and her feet started to give out on her. She was out of shape, Mulan noticed a small cluster of trees surrounded by stones so she invited herself over.
"Ah," she sighed as she sat down. Her eyes closed and she breathed in calmly through her nose. As she tilted her chin up, she relaxed for a moment in the shade. It was a good thing that she wasn't just "one of the guys" anymore. She was certain that they may have tried to baby her since she was indeed a woman.
Women were weak after all, her small nose crinkled up as she rested her hands onto the stones that surrounded the trees. She missed her friends, almost sadly she thumbed at her father's sword. Mulan wanted her friends, she heard a roar out in the distance, pulling her legs up against her chest she hugged them to herself. Her small chin rested on her knees. "Mushu," she asked for her guardian. "Where are you?"