Owner	Pose
Tygra	Wildlife, flowers, wilderness, Tygra is growing on this place or it is growing on him. He isn't sure how that term fully fits yet. For the past two hours he has just been 'walking' in a direction. Recently the Thundercats came across an old ally who was secretly an enemy and is now possibly an ally again or they're just going through that dance again. A dance Tygra watched unfold the first time and refused to let happen again. His kid brother is being forgiving and naive again though, or at least Tygra assumes thats whats happening and isn't all too happy. If he had a tail it would be thrashing around wildly instead hes just muttering under his breath in Thunderian as he walks through a forest trail. It's not as dense this side of the woods, closer to human civilization and not anywhere near the terraforming the Berbils have begun. He still wonders how the humans will take that, its fairly invasive but how do you tell the Berbils making their world a better place is wrong?
Tigra	Remarkably free of such conflicting thoughts and emotions, Tigra explores the Ivy Town area of Culver. It's not so far off from where rumors (more than rumors, really) have reached her attention about a race of cat-people taking over the area. How could she not come to investigate /that/ news? She hasn't actually seen Cat's Lair yet, or got all that close to their territory so to speak. The most that's happened as she's walked along the edge of the town and woods is a few looks, murmurings, wonder if she's one of those cat-people herself. While she is one, she's not one of those. Nothing said directly to her, though. She simply overheard the whispers, caught the attention on her. Let them look. Looking never hurt anyone. However, the closer Tygra is to the town, the more likely he is to catch wind of people talking. Or, he might simply catch wind of /her/ instead.
Tygra	Tygra's self mutterings cease as the wind carriers a familiar yet alien scent. Perplexed he actually cranes his head to the side and inhales again before sniffing at himself. "By Jaga, what... " A twirl around and a look upwards, a look through the trees and he hefts up the whip from his belt, a thumb brushing a small toggle. "Tygra to the Thundercats, do we know of any more fallen pods in my vicinity? Can anyone track that?" Oh great a Berbil responds, "NoTygraNoMorePodsbyYou."Autotune alien voice is greatly annoying. Tygra sighs. "Do we know where Bengali might have fallen yet?" If he is still alive and Tygra knows Bengali's smell. It is not the same as what he is catching wind of. "Nevermind, thank you Berbil Gil." "ThisisBerbilGlenTygrafriend." Oh Jaga who cares. Click. Tygra's gleaming eyes travel again, actually lowering to a prepared crouch on the ground. Deer trail and human bike trail maybe they have actual predator cats here that stalk such things.
Tigra	Tygra has the benefit of being in the right position to catch Tigra's scent, not the other way around. No, it is definitely not whatever Bengali smells like. This one is female, so unless something really strange happened to Bengali during the journey... Soon, he may catch sight of her. She walks in between a few trees bordering the town, creating her own path rather than following any established ones. Isn't that just like a tiger? And she is a tiger, that's for sure. The orange and white coloring, the stripes, the...well, she has a tail. She also wears much less than the average Thunderian. Humming to herself as she walks, Tigra stops a couple times to turn an ear toward a sound he hears, then she moves along again.
Tygra	Tygra is curious the in and out weave of the path doesn't say shes human but it also doesn't say shes stalking the trail or hunting food. What on Thundera? A quickening of his pace and he is soon able to spy her. His breath catching in his throat and he has to actually double take, a Thunderian female Tiger!? No. A tail? He pauses long enough to groom himself with his fingers, making sure his hair is up and tufted properly, not all wooshed to the side as if he'd just been on the TigerRocket. Horrible name for it that he still has to find a new one for. A clearing of his throat and he speaks, "Rarrrmr." Translator fail! Tygra reaches up pulling the bud out of his ear, tapping on it. Not now! Well if she is a Thunderian she'll at least understand a shaky 'hello'.
Tigra	There's no defined path Tigra is taking. Is she sick? Rabid? There's no prey scent around, so she definitely isn't hunting or stalking, either. No, just doing what some people do: casually wandering. He's got the benefit of being able to see what he can about her before she knows he's there, even if the view he gets is from the rear. Maybe that's not so bad in his opinion? While she misses his attempt to make himself look better, she does catch the 'Raarrmr' and this is what causes her to turn and face him. "What?" she asks, though she's openly staring at who and what she sees. He might have to repeat himself.
Tygra	"I said hello." Tygra offers after a long eye locked stare. This time it said again in Thunderian not English. A full string of catalien for Tigra's ears. He steps forward, bolder now and actually sniffs the air again, as if this will tell him whether or not if shes real. "I don't remember ever seeing you on New Thundera." More gibberish. His translator is not on. He has forgotten to even try and toggle it on so enamored with just staring like a baffooon right now.
Tigra	This is..strange. Tigra is expecting English, but instead of that she's hearing a variety of cat or tiger-like sounds. Her head tilts toward one side, showing both curiosity - there's definite interest - and wonder as her brows scrunch closer together, tail flicking a few times behind her. "Uh, sorry. No speak..your language." She mimes a mouth opening and closing with a hand, then she points to herself and gives a helpless shrug. Then, the proverbial light bulb goes on and she offers an exploratory "Mrrrwrll?" It's meant to be a 'hello' of some kind.
Tygra	The male Tiger approaches the female closer now. Tygra is walking a small circle around Tigra, inspecting her. He only comes to a complete halt at the lash of her tail, watching it bounce around, "Huh?" Language barrier. The miming and the conversating in English is an absolute fail. He understands 'language' at least. Her mrrwrll coming across causes his eyes to go wide, "You should not say such things. We just met." This in return comes across as startled growls, rambling, hisses and chuffs. A returned amount of nonsense they both have to try and decipher. Realizing this he sighs and looks skyward as if there is an answer there then to his translator, clicking it on and clicking it off. He'll have to tinker with it if he wants to comprehend English fully. Surely there has sto be a way to communicate with her? He is getting flustered, that old feeling of bashful coming back to him as he realizes her eyes are on him.
Tigra	Tigra would do her own brand of circling, but that might just lead to them bumping into each other or walking figure-eights around the place. To the random observer, it might even look like some sort of courtship! Squinting, she tries to figure out what else she can do to bridge this communication gap. The 'hello' didn't work, and only seemed to lead to some kind of agitated response. So, she strips it down to something very basic among tigers: a chuff of greeting. Build from there, then she might be able to figure out something else as he deals with his translator without success so far. But, she's already seen him wearing clothing, so he might just be one of the cat-people she heard of.
Tygra	A very primitive form of Thunderian? The chuff is an easy one. Tygra remembers as a youth the fun they would have pretending to be like their ancestors with the basics to only rely upon, a sensation goes through him at the chuff and he mimics her. It feels awkward at first but it has him grinning ear to ear after a moment, one hand sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "So, that is one way to talk I guess." He is fully aware of Tigra's lack of clothing, too aware really but hes behaving and really nudity is no big deal with Thunderians. They're rather blind to it most of the time. A flick of his thumb at the translator device, "Working yet?" Comes out in English but then it clicks off. Not wanting to translate again. A hand points at his own chest, "Tygra."
Tigra	Progress with the chuff. So that does at least appear to be consistent, his grin telling her so. As for nudity? She's wearing enough to be decent. It's not like she's going around in nothing but the fur, but maximum stripes are seen while not putting Tigra in danger of being arrested for overexposure. She smiles back at him, flashing fangs his way, the tail swaying in a playful and mischievous manner behind her. Why? It might be her words, spoken in English. "Oh, you /are/ a handsome one. The things we could do together..mmm." She licks her lips, but she's unaware of the success or failure with his translator as he tries to get it to do its job again. She picks up on the 'Working yet?' and 'Tygra,' which only causes her to stare at him in disbelief. Pointing to herself, she says, "Tigra!" But did the translator catch the other part of what she said?
Tygra	Tigra's words don't parse. English sounds funny and 'weak' compared to Thunderian which is full of 'cat' vocal sounds mingled with actual words. She has no clue he is calling him handsome. The smile isn't missed though. He has all but forgotten about the drama of Pumyra showing up last night and the fact she is in holding right now. A wave of a hand down the trail towards the Cat's Lair is offered, "If you're a lost Thunderian or an offshoot of our species, maybe we best go figure this out... " Work translator work. He deadstops though then shakes his head, hand splayed out on his chest. "Tygra." That same hand unconsciously reaches out and touches the center of her chest, "Yrowr?" Who are you. Doesn't parse well either. Makes for a neat tongue roll though.
Tigra	With the translator bugging out, it's simply unreliable as far as communication goes. What a bad time for it to be on the fritz. The tigress maintains the smile, and it is both a friendly and playful one, her tail curling in his direction as she takes a moment to circle him now that he has stopped. "Definitely a looker, and I love your patterns. Especially right here." There's a clawtip felt along one of the black stripes that runs from his ear along his cheek. Forward, isn't she? Eyes shift toward the path gestured. "Is your home that way?" She's mostly giving up on having deep conversation through feline sounds and noises, but she resorts back to a sort of 'purrip' that's meant to be friendly enough, offering a nod of her head. But, what is 'purrip?' to a Thunderian tiger? When he stops and identifies herself again, as far as she sees it, including the contact with her chest near the amulet, she points to herself. "Yes. Tigra." And, 'Rowllr.'
Tygra	"I get that. We're both tigers but my name." He pats his chest. "Is Tygra." Then he pats hers again, amulet ignored as he is trying to communicate here, his hand patting her bosom once more, "Your name?" Yeah. This is going splendid. His hand snaps back and he tries to mime an apology. A sheepish grin appearing even as she traces his cheek, he does have sharp stripes. He has always been proud of them."I'll bring you with me. On the way I can fix my translator... this is almost frustrating." And exciting. He doesn't want to admit it but the primitive 'baby' talk of cat on cat has him amused. Purrip keeps making him hunch up his shoulders and force himself not to stare.
Tigra	There comes a snort from Tigra as he's there patting at her again, which is not all that bad if she had to be honest. But, the matter of their names being exactly the same except for a minor variance has her confused. Seems the same can be said of him. The apology is understood well enough, waved off like it's nothing and she nods her way in the direction of the way he'd indicated. Along with this, she mimes walking with a couple fingers held over an open palm facing up, then pointing into the woods. "Show me home?" she asks. Maybe at some point they'll understand each other better.
Tygra	A slow and deliberate nod escapes him. Charades for Tiger people. A fingerwalk of his own mimics hers and then he points at his face points up at the sky above the trees and says, "Cat's Lair." Which semi-decipherable for her. It's oddly one word in there she will recognize 'cat'. It almost sounds like he is saying ME or SELF. A word that chimes to connectivity. "I will bring you there and fix my translator. Then we can talk, Thunderian to... possible Thunderian."