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A person with exclusive and select powers; Powers that are exposed at ones most vulnerable moments. She's an individual with the ability to free you from agitation and give you the greatest sense of tranquility and serenity. She can make the most confident and presumptuous person meek and uncertain. Her looks are disarming, allowing you to willingly drop your guard and any arms that you once felt were essential for your survival. Her eyes can divulge your entire being. Her touch makes you feel unstoppable and relentless. You feel an incomparable sentiment when she's present. She's a person that controls you, your thoughts, your emotions and does so perfectly. But who is she? And why does she carry such extraordinary and scarce powers? What feeds her? Love. It feeds her, she carries it..she's love in its most purest form. She's you.

Lion Hearted.

Last night I closed my eyes.

In the distance I could hear heavy feet wrestling with grass, running towards the back of me.

My eyes open widely.

I struggle to my feet and begin to sprint almost tripping and falling over myself due to the sudden burst of movement.

Too scared to look back, I push forward.

A familiar backyard transforms into a lush jungle of another world.

Low lying switches whip my bare legs, but the sting of the impact goes unnoticed.

Large, knee-high trunks act as hurdles as I desperately force my limbs over them; blooding my shins on the bark that drapes their thick bodies.

My breath is short and my heart feels as if it will burst from my chest at any moment.

The deep, heavy pants of the beast resound around the trees and through my very bones.

It is close.

The front of its paws brush my bare heels.

Shocked by the contact, I throw my shoulder and face this thing that has made me prey.

Stumbling back, space is created between the two of us.

A full, dirty and golden mane frames its large, wide face.

Its brilliant, bright green eyes pierce proudly through my darker, tear-filled ones.

It lifts its head as to assert its superiority over me and a smirk curls the corners of its mouth.

“Finally.” its gnashes at me.

Opening its mouth wide,

He lunges forward.