Where is my Weretiger?

When my vision cleared I was in the center of a village? The building around me where
white Greecian styled marbles with pillars and courtyards the whole enchilada. Ivy crawled
its way up pillars and walls. I gasped.

The only thing that kept me from falling was Tigers firm hold around my waist, that was the
only thing I was sure of.

After all I was sure I couldn’t trust my eyes that showed my an ancient village in its prime
while the people went about their daily business and I was positive I couldn’t trust my nose cause I could also smell them. Where am I?

I looked up into Tigers smiling face and had the urge to slap him as he looked about
grinning.

I must have managed to stumble out something that was sounded relatively like this
“Where……..gahhhhkjfkdjfnntjekeknfneotjt” cause Tiger just laughed condescendingly and
said “Home.”

I ripped away from him. How dare he take me from my home against my will and then call
this strange place home as if he meant it to be mine as well.

“This is not home I want to go home!”

He glanced at me startled. “You cant.”

“What?” I spat.

“Your not human anymore you cant go back only exiles live in the human world”

He put his hand on my shoulder and then moved it to my neck where his mark was.

“Also don’t you want to stay here with me?”

By now people where gathering whispering things like ‘the prince is home’ ‘who is she’
and other things along those lines.

But I didn’t care I was seeing red I wanted Oliver.

Who I could no longer feel with me. That alone freaked me out to the point of cracking I had
never been just one person I always had his thoughts feeling and comments running
through my head without them I felt lost and confused.

Oh Olli where are you? I shouted out in my mind hoping against hope for an answer I knew I
would never receive.

I looked at the stupid Weretiger in front of me and glared. I glared at his eyes his perfect
face, his dark hair, his body, I glared at any and everything about him and spat out.

“Never!”

There was a gasp from the people around us.

Even as I poured my hatred into my words I could see him smirking.

I even had a good idea about what it was even as it made me hate him.

He was smirking for though my words carried the conviction of an army armed for battle and
already charging the mark on my neck did not fade nor did it shrink.

That alone made more anger poor out of me and the plants around me responded to my
emotions and grew needles three inches long.

They withered and struck out at those to close causing them all to retreat.

I watched as even Nakshi shrunk away from the angry plants that grew and swirled around
me a deadly barrier for anyone who would dare to approach.

The plants bristled and grew thorns dagger sharp to protect me as they fed off my rage at
the world at the prince at his stupid village at everything.

Some curled around me in a ball of a soft embrace while the thorned plants curled around
them encasing us in their protection.

I felt my eyes drift close and I slumbered in one thousand leaves embrace

To onlookers it was as if every plant in the forest came to help the forest spirit girl with silver
eyes and envelope her in their adoration and protection.

Their prince backed away in shock and surprise as one of the thrashing plants cut him
across the arm with a razor sharp thorn.

Some fled in panic while others stood to shocked to do anything. It was all so odd.

The world around them was being devastated by angry plants while a girl slept amidst the
wriggling and thrashing plants. Very odd indeed.