Feral Awakening

In the depths of her eyes, a storm rages free, A warrior's cry, a primal energy. With every snarl, a story unfolds, Of battles fought, of trials told. Her face, a canvas of earth and grime, A testament to her unyielding prime. The braids that bind, a symbol of her might, As she stands fierce, in the fading light. The tattoos that adorn her skin so fair, A map of memories, of trials she has faced with care. In this moment, she is untamed and wild, A force of nature, unbridled and undefiled. Her roar, a challenge to the world outside, A declaration of her unyielding spirit, her pride. With every breath, she claims her ground, A warrior's stance, unapologetic, unbound. In her eyes, a fire burns so bright, A beacon in the darkness, a guiding light.