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The tigress' mark

She prowls the night with clenched jaw and pride, nothing able to smite her remorseless stride. The ominous reflection of moon shines forth from devouring eyes of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom of the Creator's bid and sighs. Grace moves her every limb and she precedes an enraged scream caused by ruins of a forest now grim and held alive by all but one stream. Her claws prophesy of vengeance though her heart yearns for reconciliation. Yet now there would be no leniency for a soul's annihilation. Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes she will embark until all that remains after furious thrashes will be the tigress' mark.

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