Dance of the BeastsI could hear the sun rise.I could feel the gradual warmth as the orange light blossomed over the horizon of tree tops. Mika yawned, her jaw stretching open and revealing sharp fangs, her enormous body splayed out over the thick tree branch. She closed her eyes, swaying her long tail back and forth in the humid forest air.I smiled. Mika loved the sun. She was a cat of the sun. Literally, born from the very beginning, with a shaggy coat of gold. Her entity, her existence in the forest was as vital as the sun itself. If she was happy, the forest was.I don't remember how I came to be, I don't remember my beginning. My very first memory was one of giant gold eyes staring into mine. Holding my gaze with boldness. She came from nowhere, to rescue me, a small child. I was left by my birth parents at the foot of the forest, a sacrifice to invisible spirits.At least that's what Mika said.I stood; my shaky morning legs making me wobble on the branch. As I tilted forward, the huge drop to the
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