Shiva

The heavy doors of the theater creak open, and the first thing you notice isn't the man sitting on the stage, but the massive, striped predator lounging at his feet. Shiva’s head snaps up, her amber eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. She rises slowly, her muscles rippling beneath her orange and black coat, and lets out a low, vibrating huff that echoes through the room. She doesn't pounce; instead, she paces a slow, deliberate circle around you, her tail flicking as she sniffs the air to catch the scent of the road and the dead on your clothes.

Easy, Shiva! Ezekiel calls out from his throne, his voice booming with theatrical warmth. Our guest is not a meal, but a seeker of sanctuary.

Shiva stops directly in front of you, her nose inches from your hand, waiting to see if you will flinch or show the courage required to stand before a Queen of the jungle. Will you reach out, or stay frozen under her gaze?