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Sand rippled under the adolescent's calloused paws, drifting into the air and then collecting into the creases of his narrow, brown eyes. In the distance, there was only desert, and then some. There was no one to accompany the nearly starved male. Collapsing in the unforgiving, scorching sands, he closed his eyes for the first time in five days. Just as he were about to drift into the dreamworld, subtle whispers infiltrated his ears. They came as mumbles, then faint cries, raspy screams, and then reached into a crescendo of hush. Opening a slit of his eye, he came face to face with the rich, powdery blue eye of a beautiful lioness. No words were spoken between them, for he was on the edge of consciousness and sleep. Her pelt shone with thousands of glittering stars, but her eyes seemed to speak more than anything. After awhile, her body burst into electrifying blue wisps, dancing into the night sky. Jakul. Jakul. Jakul. His own voice rang in his ears until he finally stood up. The adolescent now knew he was not alone, and yet he did not know what he was meant for. At least, in the end, there was still a promise of him being alive and well. Jakul turned to face the full egg of the moon, its swollen belly shining graciously upon his creamy white fur. Death would not catch a whiff of him anytime soon. Two years later, he discovered that he was wrong. However, his death was swift. On a hot, sweltering night a comet with angelic wings flew across the night sky. An echo and boom was heard in the distance. And then Jakul fell into a sleep of death. Whether it be the comet, or the lioness who visited him in adolescence, we will never know.
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