Twisted Fates In A Tiger's Eyes
and most were broken within the hour when pressed by true strategy.
But then I saw her.
The wolf’s aura was undeniable. Her figure cut against the smoke, every line of her posture speaking of unshaken resolve. Her hair, wild and unbound, caught the wind like a banner of its own.
Her eyes, by the gods, those eyes pierced the distance and locked onto me as though she had known all along I would be there. Golden, sharp, burning with the spirit of both beast and woman.
And I, the Tiger General, who had stared down kings and killers, faltered.
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