Sire Lynx
From an eaglecat, Sire Lynx drew out pure speed, leaving it floundering. From a great tower, strength. Shimmering out in glimmering Action Lighnes as the tower crumbled. The Lighnes rained into his Lynx Sinks—the great reservoirs of magic that hovered behind him like eerie eyes. He painted magestic armor with the power in those pools, imbued with all the speed and strength he had stolen.
© 2020 Kelly Ishikawa