Day One
It's night on the uncharted planet when her small raft ship comes crashing through the jungle canopy and for the longest time, all she can do is sob and shake.

She'd spent the last couple of months aboard the converted transport ship Aphrodite, a civilian vessel serving as home to a nomadic cross-species commune of free love pacifists. Space hippies. They'd welcomed her with open arms and in return, she'd happily shared their beds. She was a favored partner of the captain and the wife. And for a time, she was happy. Then the raiders came. The captain's wife had hidden her in the closet, and up there, Tylna was given front-row seats to the depravities the raiders showered on the couple, the things they did to them, made them do to each other. They eventually dragged them back out and Tylna managed to flee, through back corridors and tight little duct tunnels only she could fit through, she squirmed her way to the escape pods and launched herself from the paradise turned hell, leaving her poor family to their fate. She wasn't sure how long she spent in the escape pod but she watched as the larger ship disappeared into the horizon, apparently unaware of the launched escape pod in the midst of their reveries, or simply uninterested in chasing down a single refugee. Eventually, the pod made a bumpy stop on this lonely jungle planet.

So she shakes and she sobs and eventually, she sleeps...

Day Two
She ventures forth into the jungle for the first time. The first order of business is to hide the ship, and she spends the morning covering it in dirt, twigs, and moss, not enough to conceal its presence from up close, but enough to blend it in to the surroundings from afar. She spends the day exploring. A nearby grotto gives her an opportunity to wash off the mud and the leaves stuck to her fur. Everything seems quiet, soft peaceful life. It reminds her, really, of her home planet, peaceful and lush, before the conquerors came to enslave her people. She spends the night climbing through trees, foraging, tasting the local fruits, making her way to the top of the canopy to get a wider panorama of the jungle. At night she returns to her ship, loaded to bear with a feast of fruits and berries.

Day Three
This place is paradise. A blessing in disguise. She decides its time to venture forth from the ship, to make herself a little home in the jungle. There's an SOS beacon in the escape pod but she's not yet content to launch that. She fears the raiders still in nearby space. No, she will stay here for a while, bask in this little paradise. And when she grows tired of the loneliness, if she ever does, she will launch the probe, secure a way out of here, and eventually guide her people here, to a fresh new homeworld. She wraps the small stash of jewelry and trinkets she managed to take from the Aphrodite and goes back out into the jungle. She eventually settles on a camp site, a little cave hidden behind breathtaking waterfall. Sumptuous and spacious, it provides a cool brush of air on rumpled fur. She fashions herself a bed out of leaves, moss, and the blankets left from the escape pod, a surprisingly comfortable little spot to sleep.

Day Four
She wakes up enthusiastic. A pink dawn is still just peeking through the trees as she gathers herself a breakfast of fruits and juicy berries. She has discovered a large, hearty seed that grows on the local palms provides a delicious, sweet milk and she cracks one open with her breakfast, using the split seed as a bowl, dipping juicy melon inside, drinking greedily from the milk within. Juice dribbles down her soft chin.

Finally, with a wide stretch, she steps out into the rising sun, basking just momentarily in the direct rays of heat before slipping into the water. She frolics for a bit before turning eyes up to the height of the waterfall. Lips twist into a mischevious grin. High and towering, the waterfall that masks her cave from intruders pours healthily into the deep reservoir beneath, water crisp and clear. She can see all the way to the bottom of the spacious grotto, through the network of caves and tunnels that apparently twist their way through a better part of the jungle. She sets about climbing. The rocky juts of the cliff face is easy purchase to a girl raised in a vertical climate, a climate not too unlike this. She reaches the peak quickly, high enough to peek past the canopy of trees, the sun raining directly down on her, nose turned up, twitching happily, her tail swaying as a refreshing breeze dapples at her fur.

And she dives, arms open, savoring the rush of air as she enters into free fall, eyes closed, perfectly content, perfectly unaware that she's being watched......

The air twist and mix with the bizarre spell, like the air becomes liquid. The shadow walks into the strange phenomena, and finally he pass by the gateway. The huge man are with his eyes still close, and not look happy.

I... hate... magic...

Two days ago, his employer comes and ask to him to make a simple mission: goes to another alien planet and search for a rare aquatic plant, collect then and bring bakc to him. Finally, Vincent open his eyes, adjusting with the bright sun, and taking a long check on the vast landscape.

This place... looks like home...

Vincent takes a long breath, and decide to start his search. He left his homeplanet because all that desolation, and he don't want to stay here for much longer. The beast start to change. The human carcateristics slowly changes to a huge predator, a sabretooth-like feline. His instincs screams and he start to run into the dense forest.
Two days searching and nothing from that damn plant. After two days, he's starving, and he decide to hunt something. In a savage place like that, he don't find some problems to catch a deer-like creature. The meat is good, but he will hunt again later, only to not waistmore time in that place, but first he need to wash himself.
Two hours later, Vincent can hear the sound of falling water. Following the saound, he found a place thats makes him thinks about his secret base in Shokushu island. A similar waterfall, with a shadow behind it. His attention changes when something jumps into the lake under teh waterfall. He hides behind the tree line, and watch the colored creature fall into the lake. He decide to watch by now, studing what kind of beast jumps like that into the water.

Her nude body plummets from the high surface, perfectly sculpted, well-poised, a tight lean jack knife breaching the crystalline surface of the water. A tight geyser of water erupts around the form of her body as she disappears beneath the surface. There's a long pace of moments before she resurfaces, cutting nimbly through the water with delighted ease. Then finally, she crests the surface again, laughing as she shakes water from her violet braids, soft round orbs bobbing just above the water as she momentarily treads the surface.

She slips to her back, glistening body exposed to the morning sun, breasts heaving, thighs rubbing sex as she glides in an elegant backstroke like a furred nymph, blissfully unaware of the hungry eyes roaming her exposed form.

Vincent watch the lovely small beast play with the water. Her cream and purple fur pattern and that sparkling blue eyes, call all his atenttion.
He lick his own lips, thinking: "finally, something intersting in this place". He maintain hidden behind the trees, waiting to see what she will do. He want to know if she's alone or not too.
The huge muzzle rises and he sniff the air, searching for a smell. He catch her smell and search for other trails, that give to him certain that she's alone there. The beast walks slowly, taking care to not make any sound. He take a better position and start to change his body. He shapeshift to his hybrid form, waking in two paws, approaching form the lake. He stop, watching her, waiting to see her reaction when she finally find him there.

She's still ignorant of his presence as she splashes and plays in the water. But she grows bored eventually, cutting the surface until she reaches shallows, sauntering calf-deep in the clear water, toes squirming delightfully in the hot sand. She flops onto her belly, sun-bathed pose, tail wrapped around thigh, slender back and round rear raised to the sun.

She smells him before she sees him, a pungent, masculine, animal musk. Her body tenses immediately, eyes lifting to take sight of the enormous monster before him. Eyes lock with his, frozen in place, lifted to hands and knees like a cat catching sight of a rottweiler, blue eyes big and wide, looking ready to bolt.

Vincent low his body, walking lowly in his four paws. He give slowly step in her direction sniffing the air, while he admire her lovely small body.
The huge beast knows her type, She will dash into the trees and will run faster than she can. In fact, a hunt will give to him something to do in this strange planet. But now, he want to understand. She looks too inteligent for a beast, and she have all the humanoid characteristics to be a social creature, not a ordinary animal.
For now, he purr in excitment, while he continues walking in her direction. His bright eyellow eyes are fixed on her, and his tail shows hsi excitment, moving slowly but nervous.

He doesn't move, neither does she. She's calculating her odds. That treeline is her safety. Make it to the trunks and she'll be safe. Climb to the canopies and she'll have the advantage. His bulk and size will make a chase in the upper reaches of the trees a futile effort for him. But she knows she can't make it. He stands at the line of trees and between them stretches a long expanse of sand. He would be on her before she even crossed half of the beach. There is only one other option.

When she moves, she does so quickly, on folded knees in a blink of an eye and on feet even quicker. She's sprinting for the water before he can notice, tight body jiggling, round ass bouncing, tail swaying, as feet hit dry hot sand, then find wet purchase, calf deep in warm water. She gasps a long breath as she leaps forward, plunging into the deep grotto, diving with quick, strong strokes, towards the bottom, towards the network of tunnels below.

Vincent watch the small girl run like her life depend that. He smile.
He follow her movements, admiring her speed and grace, while he reach the tree line, when he decide to follow her. Vincent walk, not run, only following her scent.
The tunnels are a problem. She can stay inside for a while, and he don't know about other exits. He decide to use another strategy. He talk to inside the tunnels, letting the eccho make his speech fly into the stone walls.

Little one! Wait! I don't want to hurt you! I'm lost in this planet! I need help!

Well... i try... let's do this by a different way!

Vincent takes a long breath and jump into the waters. The beast decide to catch her off from the water, and he don1t want to wait.
He start to swim behind her, starting a dangerous hunt under the water, and into the strange tunnels in fornt of him. He try hard to follow the quick creature, but he want to try to catch her under the water, and drag her out.

Her body provides a succulent tease to Vincent's appetites as she twists through the water; lithe, flexible form stroking the body of water with graceful strokes. As he hits the surface, she's already disappearing into a tunnel. She's got a head start, but she realizes quickly what a fatal mistake she's made. His weight and musculature makes him faster under the surface than her, able to cover distance at about double pace and while she's more maneuverable, that advantage is negligible here in the tight underwater tunnels, narrow enough for him to just barely fit, too narrow for her to feint and dodge. Her long tail curls behind her as she desperately weaves through the curving passage, rising steeply now, possibly signaling a surface breach, a much-needed access to air.

Vincent swim using his long arms, sometimes holding in a few stones, to gain more movement. His strong muscles do the rest, impulsioning his heavy body, while he try to find the better moment to catch his prey. He make a big effort, trying to rise his won speed, while his lungs still hold air, becoming more and more closer from her. Suddenly, when she finally rise and search for some air, the huge hand holf tigh on her ankle and drag her down into the water once again.

By the time she catches sight of an opening in the waterway, the passage is nearly vertical, a steep aquatic climb to a shallow ledge of stone, barely a break at all, maybe a good foot of clearance between the roof and the waterline, and she's lucky for it. By the time her pretty face breaches the surface, her longs feel like they're filled with fire. Lungs open for a long breath of air and suddenly, her heart sinks. Claws close around her ankle: big, meaty paws easily thick enough to wrap fully around her leg and she's tugged harshly downward, not even managing a surprised squeak before she's yanked back under the surface, mouth open, choking on water. Oh gods, oh no.... She's going to die here in this paradise. This thing is going to drown her and eat her and all that's going to be left are bones and no one will ever know what happened.

Vincent only maintain her under water for a few seconds, releasing her ankle. He let her rise again and search for air, while he make the same. He fill his lungs, realeasing a small snarl of satisfaction and release. He's not a aquatic of amphibious beast, and water isn't a good element to fight.
Vincent extend his arm, and hold her tail. He start to swim of from that cave. The beast release on firm ground, while he start to twist and shake his huge body, trying to keep of the water from his fur.

Damn girl! What's your problem? I only want to talk, not hunt you!

Her scream is drowned in the clear surface of the water, bubbles rising from open mouth, gulping down mouthfuls of water, her whole body thrashing as he carries her through the water like a ragdoll, until she's flung unceremoniously onto the cold rock. She doesn't even weigh a hundred pounds wet, pitiful mess of shivering fur on the surface of the stone, coughing up lungs of water, tail limp around bare hips, long wet fur clinging to shapely form, flat on her stomach. She's learned in her few years to rarely trust, and this beast doesn't meet any of the criteria for her to give him the benefit of the doubt, but she's too weak to run. Her body trembles, eyes turned over lowered shoulders, simply watching Vincent with grim silence.

The beast stop to dry himself, and take a good look on her again. Atletic... long legs.. lovely curves... and a good smell.
He try to not show himself a dangerous creature to her, sitting in a stone, but never taking his eyes away form her.
Look.. i don't know if you can understand me... but i'm not hunting you...
Vincent likes her staring eyes. Show some determination, and a good instinct. He try to control his anxiety, and start to talk again, while he use his claw to make marks on the mud, drawing the plant that he's searching for.
i'm searching for a plant... i'm not from this planet... and i need to find that... and i go away... you can help me?