[ WP ] Were-humans ...

`` I am the king of the jungle,'' Tsavo purred. 
 
 Furry chin resting on a hot boulder, he slowly gazed over the edges of the brush. Tsavo was `` defending'' his domain. He had some lioness's walking around, but his primary duty was to watch the cubs. Although, he was a bit preoccupied. 
 
 `` STOP BITING MY TAIL,'' He roared at the littlest cub. 
 
 Of course the little cubs were terrified and went back to playing amongst themselves. 
 
 Tsavo looked at the full moon in the bright blue sky. It had just breached the canopy. He knew it would fall dark soon. His heart paced a little faster. 
 
 `` ROOOOOAAAARRRRR!'' Birds lept and took flight from the highest branches to distance themselves from Tsavo. 
 
 He tried to let out his anxiety and also let everyone know he was not happy. He was n't angry though, he was a mixture of anticipation and lust. Lust for... 
 
 *rustle rustle* 
 
 Tsavo slowly got up, and broodingly looked over at the bush. 
 
'Who would come this close to the cubs, surely they know I'll kill them.' Tsavo thought to himself. 
 
 Tsavo saw the briefest hint of a hyena's profile in the leafy shadows. 
 
 `` I'll wait here while you build up your courage.'' Tsavo calmly announced. Tsavo sat in the dusty opening. Perfectly aware of the three hyenas encircling him and the cubs. 
 
 *sniff sniff*... 
 
 The first hyena leaped from the shade. Jaws opened widely. 
 
 Tsavo sprung his massive muscles and brought down all his strength with one paw's sideswipe. Not even moving from his central position in the opening. 
 
 The hyena's head was bleeding in the dusty ground and was laying motionless. 
 
 Tsavo, turned and slowly padded along to the opposite side's bushes. He opened his mouth wide, flicked out his tongue, and... 
 
 *RMBRBRLBLBRBLLBLR* He shook the leaves with a low rumble. You could hear the hyenas turn away and start to run. 
 
 Tsavo looked up. He saw the colored sky that meant night was coming. His heart beat faster. 
 
 The lionesses came back with some game and started to clean up for dinner. The cubs were busy yelping the story of the hyenas to their mothers. 
 
 Without a word, Tsavo lumbered away from the opening into the darkness of the evening jungle. Nighttime was soon approaching and he must be prepared. 
 
 He saw with perfect clarity the defining details of the jungles; the leaves, the branches, the insects, even the scents. He moved like a boat on calm waters, only an occasional lap of water falling from the side of the boat; only a small twig would occasionally break under his weight. Birds, would fly away only feet after he would have passed. He did n't harm the birds though, that was a cub's game. His function was mechanical now. He was the apex predator. 
 
 He went to his rock, and he pushed aside a boulder to reveal a cave entrance. Not too deep, the evening light just barely reached the back of the cave. He creeped in and curled up next to a deserted encampment. Tsavo closed his eyes and started to purr. 
 
 Tsavo woke up to darkness. Heart beat getting faster. He felt around, probing. He grabbed the rucksack in the corner of the cave. Tsavo rummaged through the bag trying to find what he could n't wait to use. Adrenaline was coursing through his body. Senses heightened, but comparitively dull. But... he had this. Feeling. This sense of himself. He knew... what... no, who... he was. 
 
 `` My name is Tsavoooooooooooooooooo!'' He screamed with as much air his lungs would provide him. 
 
 Tsavo's eyes were brimming with tears of happiness and exultation and excitement! 
 
 Finally, his eyes accustomed to the small amount of moonlight. He finally found it. 
 
 Tsavo drew a shiny object from the rucksack, something that glinted with mischievous intent. Tsavo put the blade in his hand like a claw, and left the cave. 
 
 His hand on the rock and his eyes closed in anticipation he glided through the boulder's entrance. 
 
 His wet eyes with dilated pupils were wide open. Eyelashes blinking away the tears. He wiped the cold sweat off of his brow. 
 
 Tsavo stood on a ridge. All his focus, all his instinct and being being magnified onto one spot. 
 
 A village, with prime hunting. 
 
 
 
 
 

