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From the Sikhote Alin Mountain, I gaze at my world coming to an end. I feel the sharp spear peirce my brother's heart. Blood trickles from my sister's mouth and I taste its unwanted metallic zest. The strench of Amur Basin burning fills my nostrils, telling me my time is limited. I pace, awaiting my poachers, killers stained with the last essence of my family. This destruction of my kind hurts my soul, but I stand to fight in the name of Amur. As my band of enemies approach, I summon the inner spirit and my roar blankets the mountain air. I feel my ancestors with me and charge with the force of a thousand tigers to my certain death. The final battle begins.
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
In Honor of the Siberian Tiger
From the Sikhote Alin Mountain, I gaze at my world coming to an end. I feel the sharp spear peirce my brother's heart. Blood trickles from my sister's mouth and I taste its unwanted metallic zest. The strench of Amur Basin burning fills my nostrils, telling me my time is limited. I pace, awaiting my poachers, killers stained with the last essence of my family. This destruction of my kind hurts my soul, but I stand to fight in the name of Amur. As my band of enemies approach, I summon the inner spirit and my roar blankets the mountain air. I feel my ancestors with me and charge with the force of a thousand tigers to my certain death. The final battle begins.
I love tigers and it saddens me that the Siberian tiger could be extinct in my life time. Please show your support before its too late.
#protect#support#tigers#charish
IamLee
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IamLee
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
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