I want to be a tiger, who stands out on a plain, but blends into the trees. With the stripes on my back mixing in with the scars.
I want that power. The strength of a hundred men curled into one section of my paw. A single claw sharp enough to tear through bone.
I want those eyes. Able to pierce through the veil of night and see the truth of the matter. To see what I can achieve and everything I can be.
I want to be invisible at will, to know when to be silent and when to unleash. To know when the night ends and merges into day.
I want that instinct. The drive to know exactly what I want and how to get it. The ambition. The restlessness.
I want the bold stripes against the fiery length of fur. The power. The eyes. The invisible visibility and the ambition.
I want to be a tiger.
And not only roar, but to shake the world in my fist and let them know who I am.