in a world
where nothing is forgiven
The golden sunshine was belting down on you, and you huffed out a breath of frustration and exhaustion. The heat was just getting too much for you in this open Savannah. Why is it always me who gets lost? You begin to think to yourself, and you give a little moan. Then opening your canister and taking a gulp of fresh water, you set off again. Despite the hot weather, you couldn't help but admire the beautiful landscape before you. You didn't at all regret coming to visit the plains, despite the re-route you had to take. However you felt a little bit anxious about the Lions that prowled the land, although you had been previously reassured that this wasn't the Lion's terrain. But why not? Surely the Lions would have been desperate to set up camp here, for it was close-by to the watering hole, and prey here was plentiful. You could spot Zebra happily grazing far into the distance near the hazy mountains.
As you pondered, your arms hung lazily down to your side as you prodded on, and your hands ran gently over the tops of the thick golden grass that reached past your knees. You peered ahead of you, your eyes squinting in the sunlight, and you spotted a lone huge Baobab tree, which casted a great shadow. Perfect you thought to yourself, as you started towards it.
Finally reaching the colossal tree and the wonderful shadow it casted, you collapse down at its base, resting your head against its giant trunk. But as you begun to close your eyes, you suddenly hear a growl from above you. You jump up in shock and swerved from its direction, grabbing a nearby stick firm in your hand for protection. You expected a Leopard to pounce at you, but instead sat on a low branch was a marvellous Cheetah, his pearly whites briefly bared, and his long tail gently swinging side to side.
Are you going to drop that? He asked, his voice deep and husky as he eyed the long thick branch in your hand. You did so you gaze into his blazing eyes. They were beautiful, an icy blue, clearer than the skies above.
Who are you? You ask, slightly mesmerised. The Cheetah stopped baring his teeth, as he decided that you were no threat to him.
I am Crowes…. Would you like to hear more stranger? He cocked his head to one side as he regarded you steadily.
Yes… You murmur out. I do.