Sage
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1You are camping out in the jungle on a night with a tranquilizer, a phone, a pocket knife, clothes, and two water bottles. You find some ivy that ,encloses a clearing in the jungle. Right before you a lady turns into a jaguar. You run back to your campsite as fast as you could, to search up the transmutation that happened. This is what you found: “ The legend of sage, the Moonbound guardian. In the heart of the untamed jungle, with ancient roots with secrets beneath the Earth, there exist a being, neither wholy human, nor fully beast. Her name is Sage, the keeper of the wild force bound to nature itself. She is neither good nor evil, neither savier, nor destroyer. Sage moves with the rhythm of the land. The animals whispered secrets into her ear, bound to her by something unseen. They say her necklace, a tourmaline gem posing with quiet energy holds the sense of nature’s will. A grantor, the power to bend the force to her well, to shift her form into that of the Jaguar, the silent predator of the night. Legends whisper of travelers, who have crossed her path. Some say she is impossible to reach, her teal heeled boots stepping lightly three places were no trail exists. Others claimed they have seen her for only a fleeting moment, shimmer of green eyes before the jungle swallowed her hole. But non-forgot the prophecy etched in time. The jungle chose her for its guardian. She does not seek companionship, nor does she fear solitude. She only sleeps through the sound of rushing water, falling, rain, or calm instrumental, melodies. Some even say that tranquilizer darts don’t work on her. They say she fears only one thing-mirrors, the glass that reflects what the jungle does not hold. And if she were to breathe in smoke or steam she’ll fall in a deep sleep, and only wake from the call of the jungle.
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