Tuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their WIPs based on word and picture prompts. Today’s prompt is the word tiger. This week we switch to a work in progress I’m temporarily calling by the heroine’s name, Shale. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.
Golden light billowed around the translucent form of the half-naked man. Fine white linen fronted with a rectangle of leopard skin swaddled his lower half from waist to thigh. A leather strap clasped with tiger’s eye secured the raiment at his navel. Leather wrappings at the knee wound down to his sandaled feet. The man’s athletic torso was bare but for a narrow swath of leopard skin extending diagonally from one bronzed shoulder to his waist.
With her passion for ancient cultures, Shale took in his exotic apparel in a flash. Like a photograph it registered in her mind, even as his frame undulated in the time vortex. Her attention flicked back to his well-formed facial features. His eyes were large, luminous, and of the darkest sable, matching the dark locks that framed his face. His bearing denoted station and power, but his expression held her with its silent, passionate plea.
Remembering how fast the woman’s presence had departed before, her stomach clenched at the idea of the man vanishing before she could gain information. Please don’t let anyone barge through the front door. She didn’t dare rush to lock it, in case sudden movement on her part might cause his shimmering form to disappear. Time portal, atmospheric continuum—how in the world did she know how it all worked?
Swallowing over a parched throat, she spoke to him, keeping her voice soft and low. “I want to help you. What can I do?”
His eyes flashed, riveting her attention toward a scene behind him. Actually a feeling more than a scene. If he was transparent, the image he showed her was as vaporous as the wispiest of clouds. Yet she saw it. The woman from her last vision being dragged from his presence by two brutish guards. Him bound in heavy ropes and anguished at his inability to stop it. Shale’s breathing quickened, and the air around her rarified, diminishing the oxygen. As she tumbled to the floor, he left her with just one word. Wrung from a scorched soul, it seared into her heart like a brand.
Ammut. 
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance
What an intense, heart-wrenching scene. I hope she’s able to help them.
Thank you, Sarah. I hope she can too.
Wow! What an exquisite description of the man you accomplished! Congratulations!!!!
I’m pleased you liked his description, Carmen. Thank you so much!
I think o fell in love with mystery man.. I love your descriptions
Wow, what a wonderfully powerful snippet.
Thank you, Vicki. I’m so glad you liked it.
As always, a wonderfully constructed snippet. The glimpses we get of your WIPs on Tuesday Tales are always so intriguing. Another great entry!
Beautiful description and a mystery! You’ve got me on the edge of my seat. And I love the way you paint a picture of the man with words in the beginning. Awesome!
I’m glad you like his description. Thanks, Jean!
oh wow, what an intense snippet. well done!
I’m glad you enjoyed the excerpt, Iris:)
Wow, Flossie that was amazing. Powerful and bold. I’m totally intrigued and can’t wait to see what happens. AND what that last word means. Jillian
Ooh, thank you, Jillian. I’m glad you thought it was bold.
So many interesting dynamics! This will be an intriguing story.
Oh, I’m glad you thought it interesting, Joselyn. Thank you.
That excerpt had me on the edge of my seat. I hope she helps them quickly!
I hope she can help too, Tricia. Thanks:)