A Tiger - Part 2

The lands of the Verna and the Syndrans would not have been receptive to such a creature. The way Oliver swaggered around now, and he gave his orders to Verdant, as if he were in charge of all the thousands that stood before him, and all the great men amongst them, that would have been received with such a measure of disgust, that it would have crushed his life as a noble likely forever. They knew to fear such dangerous men in such places.

But the Stormfront longed for it.

'I wonder if he can feel it…' Hod wondered to himself. The crowd, their hearts moved like outstretched hands, reaching for what Oliver provided. He had sung a song, of a rhythm that they recognized – that their ancestors recognized, and in hearing it, they went quiet, begging for him to speak more to them.