Forgotten in a Beast world

The awaking

Ouch, my head. My whole body aches. I feel like an old rag doll as I limply lies on my back. There is something underneath me. It must be my backpack… backpack?

Wait, the cliff?

How did I survive that? I should have died. Either by the impact or by drowning or something. But I feel dry? Sore, but alive. I try to open my eyes to see how I survived… but I am surprised there was no cliff, no hysterical friends calling my name, no rescue squad, just a leafy canopy… Wait. What? I don’t understand. I try to sit up to get a better grip on my surroundings. I hear a groan. That wasn’t me. I am not alone. s**t! I must have landed on something... I jump up and to my horror, I see that I did land on something, a … man?

There, on the forest floor lays an unconscious wild man in primitive warrior clothing, bare-chested and very muscular. He is very handsome with a strong jawline and long silvery-white hair and…. cat ears?? But they don’t look like house cat ears. These are rounder and they are silver with black tips. They look almost like big cat ears. Maybe tigers? They can’t be real, can they? But they look so real and soft. I go take a closer look. They look so fluffy. I can’t resist and reach my hand out to touch his ears, only for him to catch my arm in surprisingly fluid motion and his eyes to fly open.

He has glowing, blue amber eyes. The entire orb was blue with black round pupils. These mysterious eyes that look calmer than the ocean, seem to hold such anger towards me. You feel his displeasure radiate from his body as his eyes stare deeply into my soul. I can hear him growling at me. The sound is so deep that I feel it resonating inside my chest, causing my heart to briefly stop at the intensity.

I am frozen in shock as I can’t seem to move my body. Tears slip from my eyes. I feel like it’s just too much. Am I going to die again? I laugh at the irony. I escape death only to put myself back on death's door.