Predator

Golden with small black slits for pupils, they stare at me, penetrating my very soul. Predator's eyes.
His thick mane ruffles in the breeze, tail swishing gently. I reach out cautiously. He backs away, teeth bared, eyes wide.
I am not welcome here. Suddenly, fear overwhelms me, I have to leave. Now. My leg muscles twitch in readiness and I sprint off, looking over my shoulder. Adrenaline rushes through my veins, my lungs working at their limit. As I run, I clear my mind and transform, senses heightening to levels unknown. My eyesight sharpens, my ears pick up the slightest sound. My legs pound away at the earth, creating a clear trail. I twist around and begin to run in a zigzag. Faint hisses and growls echo around me, I should not be here. A lone lion is never welcome. Anywhere.
I live in the village but my heart belongs in the plains. Where I can be free, alive, me. My human body isn't really me, just a whisper of my real self. But I didn't even belong in the plains. Kicked out by my own father, a disgrace to my pride, an outcast. Alone. Forever.