Saturday, August 18, 2012

Predator Denied



Shal Khar moved with the grace, power and savagery of a creature who knew no fear of any other. His great paws sank deeply into the soft mud of the river bank and his claws extended, providing traction . He cast a wary gaze about before entering the icy water. This morning, the grizzled predator desired fish. Tensed for the kill, his concentration was unexpectedly shattered. 

“Hey, old dude! Get outta the trough! We all gotta drink from that y’know.”


Shal Khar glared at the young tiger. Sighing, he slowly stepped out. Another day of life in captivity had begun.



This story was written for BlogFlash2012 Day 18: Wild At Heart

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