Cyan LosGnashing teeth, volcanic roars. This fervour of the beast that prowls unchecked bellows with ancient, primal energy. One would think that true strength emanates from this animalistic spirit, but upon sniffing its blind-spots it finds itself incomplete.
Which is why the maiden, the ultimate predator of passion, neither lets it loose nor subdues it, nor takes it upon herself to match its strength to tame the wild thing. She locks gazes with it, she touches it, she asks it. Because she understands it.
And it bows so its hungry heart can be still to accept honor, courage and sacrifice, while it also never forgets to ride ferociously knowing that to win is to live, and to lose is to die.
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