Amur Tigers

[brotherbear]

Great Soul of Siberia.
Suddenly, a face emerged from the nut pine five to six meters in front of me. I stared blankly as the contours of the face became clear. Its eyes were so deep, they looked like they were burning from the inside. It was a tiger.
The tiger stood very still with its eyes on me. I couldn't make a sound - or rather, I didn't dare. I couldn't even lift the camera hanging around my neck. The slightest move would prompt an attack. The tiger's head was enormous and its bone structure impressive. Its ruff was thick and its size was like nothing I'd ever seen. I knew instinctively that this was Khajain, the Great King, the spirit of the Sikhote-Alin Range. His eyes were at once aloof and piercing, and they were focused only on me. The look in his eyes wasn't one of someone who was caught, but someone who had come to see. 
We stared at each other for a long time. He twitched his lips ever so slightly. It was an unspoken warning not to do anything foolish. That one twitch of the lip drained the last stores of energy I had left in my body. Khajain slowly walked out from behind the nut pine. I could now see his entire magnificent form from head to tail. As he slowly followed a diagonal trajectory from the nut pine to the mountain path, he did not once take his eyes off me. I still couldn't move a muscle, but I kept my eyes locked on his as though everything was fine. His gaze squarely on me, I felt psychologically paralyzed, and the tension sent shooting pains all over my body as though I were being stabbed with needles all over. Reply