J Martinez

The Jaguar J Martinez

A pair of large, yellow slanted eyes stares at him from the jungle. A low throaty growl fills the air as the massive jaguar of almost 450 lbs of sinew and muscle and 8 feet from tip to tail slowly moves towards him. Its rusty-red coat is adorned with large black rosettes with their characteristic pattern of a single large spot surrounded by smaller ones. He should run but is riveted to the spot, transfixed by the slowly approaching engine of destruction. It reaches him and sniffs him closely, growls, and then rubs against his naked thigh like a house cat. He touches its soft, bristle like fur, marveling at the raw beauty and brute strength of the compact, muscular body. The jaguar suddenly moves and in a blur, disappears into the jungle. He follows running, his eyesight so acute that he can literally see in the dark. When he looks down at his feet, they are no longer feet but paws with long, sharp claws. His slanted teardrop shaped eyes glow a deep amber gold color and his massive chest emits a growl in response to his brethrens call.