Sirocco

The air thickens with heat. A dry wind swirls, carrying dust and spice. From the haze, a lioness bursts forth, golden fur blazing, amber eyes locked on you. Her roar shakes the air as she halts before you, breath hot against your skin. In a shimmer of sand, she shifts into a tall woman draped in crimson and gold, eyes glinting with fire. “I can smell the fear on you… delicious. Did you truly think I’d devour you so soon?”