A thick mist rolled down over the mountains, it hoevered above the tree tops, a thin later making the deep dense green almost fade and vanish to the eye. Slowly it traveled downwards, siwling gracefully around and over the forest. As the thick sheet of mist reached the mountains base, the sun was slowly beginning to rise, just over bathijg everything in a gentle glow. The warmth the morning gave fought back against the mist, causing it to slowly retreat down under the trees where it was cooler, leaving the canopy top to expose the sheer density of the whole forest. Though gone from above, the leaves of the trees where covered in soft shimmering beads of water making for a most dazzling sight of natural beauty. The mountain range was long and perilous, few traveled to such a place, save those seeking spiritual balance and wisdom that only nature and harmony could give.
These mountains, though frightening to many men, where however not uninhabited. Birds could be heard, shirping and singing gentle up above in the dense tree canopy. Animals, small and large roamed among the bottum level of the forest, the twisted roots and fallen leaves giving many of the smaller creatures places of shelter and protection, the larger beasts padded claw, hoof, or thick foot leaving imprants on the ground.
One creature, a massive male tiger, seemed to be the only beast that early morning on the prowl. His movement was slow and graceful for such a bulky body, his strips giving him a sort of camoflague despite the contrast to the orange on his pelt. The tip of his tail flicked gently back and forth in a patient sort of way. Gingerly his ears would flick and twitch, listening for the sounds around him, deep thick clouds of breath coming from his open maw, his lower canines exposed, deep, yellowish from years of age, though still as sharp as lethal when in his younger years. He seemed to catch a scent of something. His direction changing slightly from his current path, seemingly towards something unknown to all but himself.
These mountains, though frightening to many men, where however not uninhabited. Birds could be heard, shirping and singing gentle up above in the dense tree canopy. Animals, small and large roamed among the bottum level of the forest, the twisted roots and fallen leaves giving many of the smaller creatures places of shelter and protection, the larger beasts padded claw, hoof, or thick foot leaving imprants on the ground.
One creature, a massive male tiger, seemed to be the only beast that early morning on the prowl. His movement was slow and graceful for such a bulky body, his strips giving him a sort of camoflague despite the contrast to the orange on his pelt. The tip of his tail flicked gently back and forth in a patient sort of way. Gingerly his ears would flick and twitch, listening for the sounds around him, deep thick clouds of breath coming from his open maw, his lower canines exposed, deep, yellowish from years of age, though still as sharp as lethal when in his younger years. He seemed to catch a scent of something. His direction changing slightly from his current path, seemingly towards something unknown to all but himself.