The humans on the sandy shore fled in terror as Metal Heads stormed through it like a herd of elephants.
Each abominable creature hissed at any who tried to protect their families and even attacked a few who stood in their way. Soon blood stained the once-peaceful area and the creatures rested upon it tiredly.
Tigressa trailed behind them during their assault but paused to observe the mixture of orange, pink, and yellow sinking into the ocean so innocently.
It was beautiful, she had to admit, but was it always that way?
She ignored the sound of ripping flesh and the screams that faded into the distance. All she wanted to hear was the waves and the wind which wasn't strong but rather gentle.
She breathed heavily as she watched the sun disappear and the colors die slowly.
The tiger-dragon could help but think why wasn't the world like a sunset or even a sunrise. Thankfully, Metal Heads could not read minds or else they would have believed their leader had gone soft by those words.
Finally, the stars became visible and the darkness settled in its temporary home. The night was young but nothing good ever came from it.
Tigressa turned away from the dark blue ocean and smiled at the feasting Metal Heads.
Although being in the light of day made her feel guilty, the black of night made her realize that she had chosen her path for a reason and she stuck with it for all this time. Why stop what you could have strayed away from and were meant to do even if it's frowned upon by others?
The darkness was her friend and the light was her enemy. Beauty was not meant for her.
