Nine's blog

Lions and eagles, wild dogs and cheetas, crocs and leopards.
What is it that makes predators so fascinating to me?
Is it their elegance? When they spread their wings and stalk their prey, I want to be as economical as them. Using every muscle in my body with sheer precision.
Is it their confidence? When they sit there out in the open, I want to feel like I am on the top of the food chain, not worrying about how anyone may see me.
Or is it their power? When I see their mighty paws, their cutting beaks, their crushing teeth, I want to be in control, with nothing being able to stop me.
I want to be like them.
I am like them.
I am a predator, who chose, not to kill.