"It's... complicated," says the living embodiment of all the nightmares early man had had about tigers. Huddled in their shelters, hoping the tigers -- even Dakshin Rai himself, a former life -- wouldn't be paying them a visit.
Technically, he's also the dreams and inspiration that has come of the species through the mortal lens, but he tends to dismiss that part. Pure nightmare, surely, that's him!
"Short version is I'm a Faerie, a pooka in specific, and a royal bengal tiger pooka to be even more specific," Tannusen says out loud, and hefts the clothes in his hands meaningfully, "Almost all of my kind have this problem, too. It's become a reflex for me to grab piles of shed clothes and follow, when I can."
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"It's... complicated," says the living embodiment of all the nightmares early man had had about tigers. Huddled in their shelters, hoping the tigers -- even Dakshin Rai himself, a former life -- wouldn't be paying them a visit.
Technically, he's also the dreams and inspiration that has come of the species through the mortal lens, but he tends to dismiss that part. Pure nightmare, surely, that's him!
"Short version is I'm a Faerie, a pooka in specific, and a royal bengal tiger pooka to be even more specific," Tannusen says out loud, and hefts the clothes in his hands meaningfully, "Almost all of my kind have this problem, too. It's become a reflex for me to grab piles of shed clothes and follow, when I can."