They were snarling tigers

Fire that burns through the thickest forest.

The type that would ruin a life without ever stopping to see whose life they were ruining.

There was no telling if they did it on purpose

Or if it was in their nature to be so disastrous.

A hurricane ripping through a city, uprooting everything in its path.

It’s something that cant be escaped

The inherent need to destroy

Truth be told, they never stood a chance.

They couldn’t have been different if they had wanted to,

And there was no sign that they wanted to.

They relished in the chaos of it.

The flesh catching on their own sharpened teeth.

Their roars so deafening it blocked out even the idea of safety, of peace.

But when they turned that ferocity on me? What else could I do?

I snarled back.