Nothing could be heard
In the dark green forest
Her eyes look around
Focusing on her surrounding
Her ears pick up a slight sound
Within the dept of the forest
There watching her every move
He slowly made his move
Slowly creeping around closer to her
His black stripe
On his pure snow white fur
He was at range
One jump and he could have her
His dark brown yellow eyes
Never left sight of her
A pounce and jump
He claws sank into her skin
His fangs sink down her neck
Her scream muffle
As he slam her mouth on the forest floor
The birds flew up high into the skies
Slowly he drags her away
Leaving the fresh blood trial
The hunters know where he is
The last king of the forest
The last of his kind
The last White Tiger…
