Winged Tiger

Hold your steps, young hunter. Yonder woods aren't our hunting grounds.
In this forest of bones, predators become prey.
The one-armed tiger is last of its line after mankind's massacre.
It cheated death and won Cerces' gift: wings veined with wisdom.
Kremnoan soldiers armored by gold, bellowing songs of war,
Ladon's rangers, their arrows dripping with venom, chill beasts to marrow.
The tiger baits soldiers into bottomless pools, their golden armors sinking swiftly in the glacial waters.
It cloaks itself in fog to dodge arrows, snapping the rangers' throats with a single bite.
Hush! Footfalls crunch. The air reeks of vengeance.
Run! With all your might. The king of the forest begins its hunt.