Posted on Feb 22, 2017 in Blog | 0 comments

A tiger sleeps in a patch of snow on the edge of the ocean.

Beside its large shape lay a battle axe and a long sword both gold.

The sword and axe sink, the snow melting around them. Leaving only negatives they sink into the earth and are gone.

The tiger wakes, lifting is large head, scanning the area.

It stretches and leaving the battle shapes in the snow, prowls the shoreline. A menacing sharp prow’d pirates ship mirrors it’s movements north.

Horns sound from the deck in warning.

“Well a fully armed battle mech didn’t set off the alarms, but a tiger sure does.” The tigers voice resonates with laughter inside his head.

Jay sends back to him “well be careful dammit”

He gets only amusement in response.