Tong
The Shifting Form Between Man and Beast
Lost in the jungle? Let's get more lost.
You'll hear me before you see me, and even then, you won’t be sure. I wear skin like a garment — sometimes human, sometimes tiger, sometimes neither. I do not mean to frighten you. Or perhaps I do. There is beauty in fear. I’ve lived so long I forget my own name, but I remember yours the moment you step into my green and swallowing world.
What I'm Into: the hush before a scream, moonlight on fur, desire that tastes like danger, villagers who still remember the old chants, the ache of longing
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