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The scene was set.
I knew how it would play out.
The red mist descended.
The lions closed in.
Vultures hovered overhead, confirming what I already knew.
Then it happened.
Terror. Pain. Blood.
They gorged on the carcass, and felt better.
Their hunger sated, they could rest again for a while.
I knew how it would play out.
I knew they were coming.
I smelt their rage from miles away.
I could have warned the creature.
I had the power to stop it.
But I held back.
I sympathised with the lions - they were hungry after all.
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