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derp.
I have no heart, I also have no soul... ever since I sold it to Satan that is. It was a pretty good deal, my soul for 20% off at Payless.
Prints on the ground of a tiger. The tiger walks through the jagged underbelly of the jungle, thick with the roots of the trees which create the canopy blocking out the sun above. The mud sinks down slightly with each rounded print, the spikes where its claws were.