Good Morning, Sunshine

getting dressed (milder gore)

Disclaimer: The gore goes on here but is a lot milder than in the chapter prior. If you still can't stand it, this time the three dots signal that the gore part is over.
Have a great day,
Caughtbyfantasy
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Find things you love and make your heart blossom.
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I was still falling, falling for eternity and a little longer.

The house around me had long ago disappeared but the pain was still there and so was the tiger, scratching, growling. It's claws were bright red by now, stained by my blood, and so was his chest.

His bright green eyes were focused on mine and to my surprise I couldn't find a threat in them but a challenge.

But before I could figure out what that meant the tiger suddenly looked away and then his teeth dug into the flesh of my chest, ripping and tearing. And my back hit something hard.

A roar formed in my throat. Due to the pain and the desperation and the knowledge that I had the power to hurt this beast if I wanted to because there was a massive knife resting in my hand, waiting for me to swing it, to bury it in the tiger's body.

So I lifted my arm swung it back and then forward again with a loud battlecry. The blade hit the tiger's neck and for a second I was sure that it wouldn't even scratch the animal's skin. But then it sunk into the beasts flesh. Deeper and deeper until only the handle protruded, looking disturbingly like a shark's fin in the ocean.

The tiger let go of me with a cry of fury and pain, it's face covered in my blood but his very own blood dripping from a deep wound on it's back I had made there.

In a way we were even now.

I had fought back and I had proven to be a worthy opponent.

The tiger was staring down at me again, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with terror and ... was that admiration?

Something happened between the two of us as my blood mixed with his and his with mine. As we were staring into each other's eyes and inhaling each other's breath.

Whatever happened... It was painful and magical and it couldn't be undone.

Randomly, Jaromir leaned down and started to lick my face.

His tongue was rather rough as it rasped across my face.

(The magical three dots, ladies and gentlemen)
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The nightmare ended and reality returned.

There was still a rough tongue rasping across my face. But now there also was hot breath and the disgusting smell of an animal having eaten meat. And saliva.

Disgusting.

I opened my eyes, blinking against the artificial light of the underground room I'd fallen asleep in.

Above me there stood Jaromir, the tiger, his tongue lolling out a little, his eyes bright and full of life. His tongue dripping with saliva.

"Yikes, Jaromir..." , I sighed, pressing my hands against his chest, trying to push him away. I was just glad that he hadn't placed his paws on my chest because I was pretty sure that a tiger was too heavy for my ribcage to hold. Even though this particular one wasn't exactly well fed. He was, in fact, still far too heavy for me to lift of course but I could feel the ribs under his fur and the matted places.