The beast and the bird

Ripples in the water. A large creature moved gracefully, steadily. White feathers, mighty wings and a smooth long neck. The other water animals made way. This was a prince.

Uncoiling its limbs the large bird rose to the bank, it stretched and stood proud. Head high, wings wide, confidence, youth, pride - its whole stance a challenge.

The beast was waiting. It had come to stand in front of the bird, it had come to be measured. It was hardened, standing firm on four powerful legs. Eyes set in determination within a large golden head. Hair burst in all directions back from its crown, a mane of power.

The white bird and the golden beast. They looked at each other in stillness. Then it began. They rushed together intently. They pushed and struck, poised and pounded. Power vs skill. Grace vs passion. The beast had the upper hand then the bird rallied and surged. Well matched, each with their strengths. The contest turned again and the bird fell, feathers struck mud. Back to the water, defeated.

They exchanged a look; respect, gratitude.

Turning in a plume of golden hair the big cat puffed its chest in victory. It began to stride back into the jungle and suddenly halted, a huge front paw suspended mid stride. The path was not clear, fiery eyes glared from blue and red shadow. The way forward lead to a demon. The beast flexed and stepped forward.

For reference for those confused: ​https://www.afl.com.au/news/752475/lions-survive-a-buddy-blitz-to-go-top-two