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I have always been longed after for my beauty.
My silvery fur catches the moonlight so beautifully, how could I not?
I remember her gaze the first midnight we had met.
A brute, she was, and a beauty.

Until now, I had not yet seen a male worth my pelt.
Until now, I had not known it wasn't the lack of their beauty,
but my lack of interest.

She strode so confidently, a smirk about her lips as she moved.
Every breath,
every wince,
every blink she took. I felt myself falling. What was it?
I felt warm and shy, two things of which I never was.
Why did I want to talk to her, a strange lioness I had never met?

Jana had provided for me, he had cared, he had complimented.
And yet, I felt nothing for him. I could tell he felt nothing for me, either.

I looked at her with such adoration, she must have noticed.
For the dawn eyed lioness met my gaze,
she must have felt it too.
I dared not look away, her sight putting me in a trance. I was happy,
I felt seen. Not for my pelt, but for me.

She cared little of who I was, or how I met the eyes, but she thought I was lovely.