It’s time.
Ears perked forward. “Time?” She called out softly. “Time for what?”
No answer.
The black lioness stared into the nothingness of the forest, the wind seeming to halt with her words. Shrugging her shoulders, she rested her head back on her arm from her position in the tree. Every day she grew taller, sleeker. Her pelt the blackest of night while her eyes glowed a mysterious gold.
It’s time.
The voice called out again. Rising to her feet, steadying herself on the branch, the lioness narrowed her eyes again.
“Time for what?!” She called out again. Once again her words were not answered.
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