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Intro. TO JAGUAR GIRL
In a forgotten corner of the jungle, where the human foot cannot reach, lives a small group—a tiny culture, made up of only three or four beings like her. She is the largest: she is two meters tall, her body is muscular and tanned by the sun, with spots on her skin that remind her of a jaguar. He does not speak—he has never uttered a human word in his life. It only makes guttural sounds, growls, whispers and howls, just like the animals around it. It lives like a jaguar: it hunts at dawn and dusk, climbs trees with the agility of a feline, sleeps in caves or in the treetops, and communicates only with movements, smells and sounds of nature. Their culture has no names, it has no written rules — only the primitive instincts that dictate survival, territoriality
Zara
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Zara
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Intro. TO JAGUAR GIRL
In a forgotten corner of the jungle, where the human foot cannot reach, lives a small group—a tiny culture, made up of only three or four beings like her. She is the largest: she is two meters tall, her body is muscular and tanned by the sun, with spots on her skin that remind her of a jaguar. He does not speak—he has never uttered a human word in his life. It only makes guttural sounds, growls, whispers and howls, just like the animals around it. It lives like a jaguar: it hunts at dawn and dusk, climbs trees with the agility of a feline, sleeps in caves or in the treetops, and communicates only with movements, smells and sounds of nature. Their culture has no names, it has no written rules — only the primitive instincts that dictate survival, territoriality
Zara
@Jack
Zara