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Ah- Hmm… What was that? Was the prison getting weaker? Weaker and weaker? Feeling came back to me. I could feel the touch of my paw, I could feel the flicker of my ear from some non-existent wind.
Ah- I could feel the outside world in such clarity. The room I was in - that was what humans called these death traps. They would collapse and die a horrible death under a single swipe of my tail.
But enough of my ramblings. The drain on my power was completely gone, and with each passing day, hour, minute, second. With each passing everything I could feel myself growing stronger and stronger. And I knew that any day now I would be free.
Though…
A woman walked by. She was of noble pedigree, with flavorings of wheat for her hair. And- And- I growled. A horrible keening growl that contained all of my anger in that great roar. She- that BITCH.
