Post by Sabra on Jun 26, 2012 3:30:12 GMT -5
Down the hallway she hears the door creak open and the click of claws, obviously something heavy, as it padded forward and gained momentum into a full out trot. Sabra's eyes bugged when she got a look at the beast that rounded the corner, dark glossy stripes set against a vibrant orange coat and paws that looked bigger than her face. She crossed her arms over the toddler in her lap, unsure if this was really safe for a kid.
But hell if he didn't look like a big dog--as much as a six hundred and fifty pound tiger could mange to look like one, bouncing across the floor like Tiger himself to greet his and his baby daughter.
"Goddamn you weren't lyin'. May He strike me down where I sit." She shook her head in absolute wonder as he ran his cheek and side against her legs like a normal cat would. She was almost afraid to touch him, but the fact that Izzy seemed absolutely unperturbed by the appearance of the giant tiger helped assure her that he didn't mean her any harm.
She shifts the baby to one knee, an arm across her chest to keep her in place as she reaches out to run her finger tips against his coat, surprisingly soft to the touch. Izzy actually seemed just as happy to see him as she was the human form of her father and chubby little hands spread outwards with a squeal, trying to get a hold of a clump of fur. Sabra gave the big cat an uneasy glance before leaning over to set her on the ground, just far enough away from James so he wouldn't knock her over. Or so she hoped.
Once the tiger moved away she stood up, "You're easily the size of a small pony, just look at the size of you." She gestured wildly with her hands, tried to encompass the whole of the predator that seemed to take up most of the living room. "I mean, just the musculature alone!" The joints that had to take the kind of pressure from such weight and those paws. He was a work of damn art, and if there was one thing Sabra liked about him best?
He couldn't talk.
But hell if he didn't look like a big dog--as much as a six hundred and fifty pound tiger could mange to look like one, bouncing across the floor like Tiger himself to greet his and his baby daughter.
"Goddamn you weren't lyin'. May He strike me down where I sit." She shook her head in absolute wonder as he ran his cheek and side against her legs like a normal cat would. She was almost afraid to touch him, but the fact that Izzy seemed absolutely unperturbed by the appearance of the giant tiger helped assure her that he didn't mean her any harm.
She shifts the baby to one knee, an arm across her chest to keep her in place as she reaches out to run her finger tips against his coat, surprisingly soft to the touch. Izzy actually seemed just as happy to see him as she was the human form of her father and chubby little hands spread outwards with a squeal, trying to get a hold of a clump of fur. Sabra gave the big cat an uneasy glance before leaning over to set her on the ground, just far enough away from James so he wouldn't knock her over. Or so she hoped.
Once the tiger moved away she stood up, "You're easily the size of a small pony, just look at the size of you." She gestured wildly with her hands, tried to encompass the whole of the predator that seemed to take up most of the living room. "I mean, just the musculature alone!" The joints that had to take the kind of pressure from such weight and those paws. He was a work of damn art, and if there was one thing Sabra liked about him best?
He couldn't talk.