Run. Run Away and Never Return!

He was free.

Free from the guilt, the constant nagging in the back of his head. The look of disappointment from his father. How his mother would glance sorrowfully at him from the shadows. No longer was he the liger they looked down upon, but a liger of his own. Years of torment, nightmares, startling awake unable to breathe and covered in sweat would hopefully soon be behind him. He could feel it in his bones. In how his massive paws pressed into the damp, soggy ground that squelched beneath his toes.

As soon as he had crash landed on the shore, raft a miserable mess of wet soaked logs that barely held his weight, he was off. Cooped up on something so small for so long, he wanted to stretch his legs. Every joint creaked and moaned as he elongated his spine and gave his whole body a good tension relieving shake. Hunger churned in his stomach, but he soon knew he would have something to eat. It was the energy built up in his nerves, his blood, his muscles that he needed to release first.

Raumr Regalus, the Third