The lion, watching her prey,paced back and forth in her cage, hunger making her feel desperate,angry and anxious for the games to begin.
When her cage door swung open, she lunged for the middle of the coliseum, oblivious to the roar of the crowd, her golden eyes judging the distance between herself and her soon-to-be martyred victim.
This post was submitted by Andi Caldwell.
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I like the “soon to be martyred victim” nice work!
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