She was the demon of the street, the pirate of the land.
She would attack anyone, pounce at any time.
Her snarl would make anyone shake, her growl alone could kill.
She ruled the sea, no invisible fence could hold her.
She prowled, the queen in her own kingdom, no king to been seen.
Bella had died long ago.
She enjoyed the blood of others, the tearing of skin.
No two legs could hold her, no four legs would challenge her. Small, big it didn't matter, she owned this town.
That's the way it was and how it would always be.
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