The Beast

The glorious golden beast perches on a rock among the sun-bleached grass; two streams of inky tears burst forth from its hazel eyes and are dried by the scorching sun as they tumble down the jaw, gracing the feline with a veil weaved of melancholy and mysterious beauty; the long and elegant body, starting from the petit head, sprints down the length of the spine, its lasting momentum elongates into the elegant yet powerful swing of a tail; finally, when the moment of long-waited savageness flickers across its burning eyes, the athletic body suddenly brims with energy and it rises and drops lightly onto the ground and in only three heartbeats, the beast transforms from a exquisite work of art into a hunter aimed to kill.


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