WE LOOK THEM IN THE EYE.

-----    so the soul does not depart alone.

[necromosss]

i just watched the movie today D:

[jungletooth]

               Do you know how the cuckoo bird survives?            By preying on a mother’s weakness.         The cuckoo bird is too      cleaver     to raise its young.          Instead, it sneaks its eggs into the nests of simpler birds; so, when they hatch, the mother bird is fooled.             She feeds them, nurtures them…            And do you know what happens to her own chicks?            They starve and die from neglect, all because a mother loved a chick that wasn’t her own.

                        xx

[bghra]

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

                  soft angst starters   /   accepting .

❛   not an inconvenient one,     i hope.   ❜       he muses,     offering a faint smile.     the joke is a careful one,     for he is still unsure whether the topic of her situation is too much of a sensitive one.     her son isn’t with her.     and kanja can hardly imagine how it must feel like,     to be parted so long from your own flesh and blood.     as things go,     he has more contact with the boy     (  though indirectly  )     than she does.     he can only hope the inquisitor does not hold it against him.     duty,     he supposes,     claims sacrifices from all of them.

[armthearmour]

A Katar studded with diamonds, rubies, and emeralds, India, ca. 17th century, housed at the Wallace Collection.

[bghra]

he is breathless when their paths cross,     the sweat of both strain and disappointment sitting on his temple.     he avoids khan’s gaze.     it seems the other is a threat even to the most capable of predators that inhabit this jungle.     the carcasses he carries off are large each time bagheera spots him.     no hunt seems to be without success.         ❛   i can not track them.   ❜       he breathes a quiet sigh of frustration.     he’d been improving since he’d started learning how to move through the jungle.     but compared to shere khan he still is miserable at it.       ❛   i always seem to lose their trace when i am about to come close ...   ❜       it is a hidden plea,     an unvoiced question to the man,     something in bagheera hoping that maybe the other would find the will to help him in his heart.     /    @jungletooth​

[bghra]

he’d watched the butchery,     the carnage created simply because others did not bend to the tiger’s will,     simply because some of them irked his arrogant spirit.     it seems almost as if he is not so different from the very kind he loathes so much     ---     killing more in quantity than could ever serve him as a meal,     killing for pleasure.     for isn’t that exactly what the ruthless poachers do that invade the jungle ?         ❛   it is not my place to do so.   ❜       the panther’s tone is hushed,     own posture never mirroring the other’s aggression,     but remaining neutral.     yet the hair upon his spine tickle with alert,     legs ready to carry him away through the thick undergrowth.     there’s no use in trying to fight the larger cat.     foolish of him to think then that there would be any use in trying words.       ❛   but there will be one mightier than you one day.     there always is.   ❜

             @cavetigrim​   /   cont.

[bghra]

"I’m not like them... Am I?" The five-year-old piped up as he watched the village children from the window playing with homemade toys, while Mowgli preferred to play with animals instead of others. He felt a better connection to them somehow. "Is it because I like the jungle too much and they don't?"

                  soft angst starters   /   accepting .

he turns around,     looks from the teapot to the child,     brow creasing in mild confusion at the statement.     mowgli is quite different from the other children,     with an affinity for the jungle that verges on obsession.     ever since he’d found him in the jungle there’d been countless of times when he’d had to stop the giggling toddler from waddling right back into it.     as if he knew,     as if it called for him.     it is dangerous enough living close by,     where predators visit at night,     stealing away the village’s chickens.     bagheera just hopes the other children will accept mowgli no less.       ❛   they are just like you.   ❜       he hesitates.       ❛   they’ve just been taught to fear the jungle more.   ❜       something bagheera had tried on numerous occasions.     but he supposes a man living at the very edge to it is not the best example.

[bghra]

i’ve made myself sad......

[elimemes]

SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

‘stay for me.’

‘what’s this between us?’

‘i don’t want your apology.’

‘you know i have feelings for you.’

‘yeah, i remember the drill.’

‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’

‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’

‘i don’t believe it.’

‘this is breaking my heart.’

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

‘what keeps you up at night?’

‘i wish you were here.’

‘i let you down.’

‘something strange happened here.’

‘you’re not safe here.’

‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

‘don’t touch me.’

‘is it my fault?’

‘i’m not like them.’

‘i forgot my name again.’

‘i don’t know who i am.’

‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’

‘are you still alive?’

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

‘am i making you uncomfortable?’

‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’

‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’

‘where the hell are my friends?’

‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’

[bghra]

jungletooth‌.

@bghra

                   Old friends, old wounds. How far they grew from their childhood and how far they continue to grow. One scorned by man, another with such compassion for their life. They grew to be so different then what they once were. The jungle changes people, animals aren’t excluded, you learn how to survive and you adapt to it. The same goes for the tiger and the panther. Their story of friendship ended long ago, never to rekindle itself. 

The tiger groaned lowly, swatting at a beetle that was bugging him in the tree he guarded. The lively tree he stayed in often, it was his territory, so he said. He often didn’t warrant his territory since his territory was HIS and his alone. Many others could smell him, scent him, so he usually didn’t need to enforce what land he claimed for himself. 

Shere Khan could tell when another entered though, it was obvious when the known panther paraded through, causing him to make a chuff at the large cat, getting his attention, it was clear that the other had impeded on his space, even though he wasn’t happy about it, Bagheera wasn’t much of a threat to him without the mancub around, he would most likely let this one slide if Bagheera had a good reason at least. 

the smaller cat jumps gracefully from stone to stone,     crossing the river swiftly before his pace slows down significantly once the water no longer parts him from the tiger.     it is suicidal to walk upon this territory,     many would tell him that.     and yet,     some things between the tiger and the black panther have always been different from shere khan’s relationships towards the other inhabitants of madhya pradesh.     if there are any...      if bagheera didn’t know better he would think the other had grown too weary,     too lazy,     too old perhaps to patrol the large patch of green which he calls his own.     he takes careful yet somewhat relaxed steps,     soft paws touching the grass.     it would make for such a peaceful place,     such a peaceful atmosphere,     if not for the beast lingering upon the thick branch.

a whiff of air has whiskers quiver briefly as it is exhaled in a sigh.     by the law of the jungle he would be killed for invading.     and so good manner forces him to at least explain himself.       ❛   i was chasing a chital and did not notice where i’d gotten to until just now.   ❜       manner is reserved,     emotion hidden in the depths of emerald eyes which he moves away from the other,     into the distance.

[bghra]

The Jungle Book

Mowgli: *throws himself off a cliff*

Mowgli: *gets thrown off a cliff*

Mowgli: *jumps off a cliff*

Mowgli: *jumps into river*

Mowgli: *jumps out of a tree*

Mowgli:*falls out of a tree*

Mowgli: *kicks it with a bear*

Mowgli: *sets jungle on fire*

Mowgli: *fights a tiger*

Bagheera: *exasperated dad noises*

[bghra]

mxncub.

“Mumbai?” That was rather far from the Madhya Pradesh region wasn’t it? “You mean there are other places than just here?” Mowgli had never been to anywhere beyond the village or the jungle in terms of travel but now that he understood that the world was far bigger than his mind imagined it, the boy wanted to explore it. “I can take care of Raksha for a few days but then can I come and find you? I want to see this Mumbai place. What’re you going to be doing there?” 

@bghra

❛   i have to help with translation.   ❜       he sighs at the proposition,     appearing out of nowhere as is often the case with mowgli.     bagheera appreciates the boy’s curious nature more often than not.     but some plans shaped by his youthful mind are hazardous,     and has the hairs on bagheera’s neck stand at attention when it comes to the jungle.     or civilization,     it seems.     the world,     in his mind,     just is a place too dangerous.       ❛   you can not travel alone.     perhaps this is an idea for a different time.     when you are older  ?   ❜

[baawri]

[bghra]

wrathlock.

                                         @bghra​​      /   starter  call    /     for  your  shapeshifter  verse.  

THE  FIRE  IS  LIT.  the  light  flickers  and  wood  smoke  fills  his  nostrils  like  an  earthy  perfume.  he’s  putting  on  a  white  shirt  that  looks  almost  like  a  dove’s  wings,  fancy  jacket  discarded  to  rest  against  the  back  of  a  fallen  log.  HE  DOES  NOT  DARE  TO  MEET  IN  THE  CITY.  and  creatures  in  the  trees  do  little  more  than  keep  his  eyes  pre-occupied  with  wonder.  

❝   I  understand  you  know  this  land  well?   ❞    he   caught  sight  of  his  guest  through  unnatural  sight,  peering  through  the  night’s  warm  darkness,  as  if  keen  to  bathe  within  it  once  more.       ❝    thank  you  for  meeting  me  on  such  short  notice…  your  SKILLS  are  legendary  in  our   magical   community.   ❞

he’d shed the panther form once the fire had come into sight,     had approached as silently as the crinkling ground has taught him.     as silent as a human can be.     yet not enough to remain unheard by the man.     so it must be true:     he too is more than simply human.

living here,     in the depths of the manless jungle,     it is hard to know if there is such as a community.     although he’d known that he is not the only one who defies the laws of nature.     he supposes it’s a compliment,     an attempt to start this meeting on a friendly level.     they do bond over one thing.     which is the reason that this man’s proposal had caught bagheera’s interest.        ❛   yes.   ❜     still he remains cautious,     with both words and body,     keeping his distance.       ❛   what is it that you wish to find  ?   ❜

[bghra]

distrcss.

Mumbai was crowded and the brunette knew how everyone had different alliances. It was dangerous to ask about Khan so bluntly, not knowing what position this man had towards the other. She could easily ask the wrong person the wrong question. She had no choice though, for she did not know where she could possibly find the man. “I need to know what places and people to avoid. Where would Shere Khan and his people be? How can you know it’s them?”

manner becomes more reserved once the name is spoken.     a threat lingering in the back of his mind and     ---     as if she knew     ---     she voices it.     and yet it isn’t clear from her words if she seeks him out or wishes to avoid him.     still,     kanja’s brows are pulled together into an expression of distrust and wariness.       ❛   what is your business with this man  ?   ❜     he questions even though it is not his place,     when her request had been a different one.

[bghra]

"Bagheera, I'm gonna miss you. When are you coming back?"

❛   i have to tend to a few things in mumbai.     it will not take longer than a week.   ❜       he assures,     crouched before the smaller to bid his goodbye.     there are many dangers here for those who are alone.     but luckily,     he isn’t mowgli’s only family.     his eyes send a warm smile up at the boy.       ❛   don’t be upset.     you watch over raksha while i am gone,     yes  ?   ❜

[armthearmour]

An interesting Katar with a gilt hilt, India, ca. 17th century, housed at the Wallace Collection.