Freedom

He was drawn by her eyes.

Huge and liquid in the moonlight, they we're full of passion. And anger. And despair.

She roared.

Stretching her six-foot long frame, the white tigress leaped at him. And clanged against the metal bars.

Majesty and beauty, caged.

Her eyes, her eyes...

He crept forward.

Lifting the lock, the key glinted.

She watched, silently.

Her eyes, her eyes.

The latched lifted noiselessly. The door opened with a clang.

Padding softly out, she turned to him.

Her eyes, her eyes.

A soft growled escaped her throat.

He couldn't help but reply with a growl.

She stiffened, almost smiled. Then, with a leap and a bound, she was gone.

A cry of alarm pierced the silence. Shouts sliced through the calm of night.

An arm landed on his shoulder and shook him violently. A hand slapped him across the cheek.

"Why??!!"

"Her eyes. Her eyes..."

"What??!"

"She needed to be free."

A roar shattered the darkness.

She was free.