ROANA
As the tiger backed off of her, she slowly sat up. Her hands were still raised by her head, fingers spread, a clear sign of her surrender. Each movement was deliberate as she rose to her feet, eyes locked on the tiger. It wasn't so much that she recognized his unwillingness to lose, more that her odds of winning were slim. And in this case she would rather take her chances with a jail cell rather than a giant cat that had her pinned. With just his directional nod to prompt her, Roana proceeded to walk towards the jail.
I am lost to those I thought were friends
they pretend that they don't see
It's one miss step, one slip, before you know it
and there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed
