A hush falls accross
the plain..

For tonight..

He
Hunts..

The moon peeks through
an errie fog that
creeps
like
Deaths Breath..

All the inhabitants
of the plain strain
eye and ear

because..

They know..

He is!

His massive cave rises
above the plain

A jagged sentinel
of rock

A ghostly shape emerging,
then fading in the
gastly mist..

A pale moonlight reveals
a hulk of a shape at
the entrance of the
cave..

It is..

The

Beast!

He sniffs
the air..

His eyes are locked
onto an opening
beyound the brush..

His ears cocked
with interest..

Deep quiet..

A twig has
snapped..

Chaos..

The inhabitants are
set to terror!

Then..

Muscle..

Bone..

And
Claw..

Lunges with might
and power..

Dust explodes under
the weight of fang,
and crushing force..

A last shrill cry
shatters the night,
as prey hang limp

in the Jaws..

of..

The Lion!