She knows nothing. She knows nothing about the hardships that you had to go through every single day. Every. Single. Day. A beautiful creature like her wouldn’t even begin to understand the look of disgust that people give. The kind that really hurts deep down. The kind of feeling that nobody wants you around, and that you’re the only one that they don’t want. All because you’re a pigeon-human.
Then suddenly, as if a switch in your mind turned on, you decide that this lion woman standing in front of you was not worthy of your awesome pigeon-human-ness. The only reasonable thing to do would be to decimate her and continue on your way to destroy the rest of the city. This creature doesn’t even look like much competition to you. Such a small stature wouldn’t be able to leave anything other than some cat scratch-marks on you.
You begin to build up your rage, and as if sensing your fury, the girl stops dead in her tracks and stares at you in the shimmering moonlight. Her mane-like hair flows in the night wind, while the stars in the background sky decorate each strand really made her look like a gem in the dust. But alas, nothing and nobody is more charming than yours truly, prince charming himself. You shake your head and clear your mind from distractions. You have to do what you have to do, but how?
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