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The tigress strolled towards the river, blades of wet grass licking her fur at every step. When she reached the river’s edge, she quietly bent her head and drank. The river’s coolness trickled down her throat and clung to the tip of her thick white whiskers. Stretching her languid body, she laid on her side and basked under the soft warmth of the morning sun. Blades of grass folded beneath her weight, knitted into her fur. Her long lashes fell and she slept soundly with her tongue tucked behind her fanged teeth.

6 thoughts on “Stripes”

  1. Hi Candra,
    Thank you so much! I hope your fans enjoyed the post, I also have a mailing list so if you’d like to share? Let me know your facebook group, I’d love to check it out.
    With love, Mx

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