The sun glints off my claws, pounding down upon my back, the sand, the crooked cacti. I am the wind passing crumbled and abandoned ruins.  I slash through golden Sabre Cats, mottled Death Beetles, and hissing Claw Vipers.  Venturing underground, the warmth fades, until only the dim flicker of torchlight reveals my path. Dust and cracked bones do not frighten me.  I charge into chaos, sprint through shadow, dance in fire, am comfortable where others fear to tread.  I emerge into the sunlight triumphant, lift my face upward, grateful now for its warmth.  The cool depths slowly release their grasp.