disclaimer: in my dreams.
dedication: to bry and me doing her homework for her. :3
summary: For she is the animal, and as such she can only be apart of the cycle of life.
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More graceful than a panther,
she moves with gentle ease;
smooth, connected movement,
deadly in her own way.
She strikes like quicksilver,
as a rattlesnake poised on the edge of its tail.
Poison courses through her veins,
and she sees in sharp, clear depictions,
while it slowly taints her.
Her claws sink into her prey,
and she is almost fond of the scarlet liquid
that stains her hands.
And it shall stain them for eternity,
coated in the blood of her family, of her friends,
of all that stood in the snow's way.
All of it her fault, she realizes,
as she stares into the tiger's eyes,
hoping that, perhaps, she will be lucky,
and that death may come to her.
For, she thought,
that no one had ever deserved it more.