Balance.

In his hand a thick, frayed, copper chain. His fingers weaved into the links. The frayed pieces digging into his skin. Blood trickling down from the cuts. His arm appears from within a thunderhead like a bolt of lightening. Lightening strikes his hand and the chain. Conducting the electricity, used to power himself, through the chain to give energy, to give life to the three that await below.

At the end of the chain a beam holds a pair of scales. All the copper allows the electricity to flow through the balance. Shifting the delicate balance with even the slightest movement, three beautiful, powerful, graceful yet deadly beasts stalk the electrified scales.

A lioness, the pride leader, sits with her head up, her watchful eyes seeing everything from the left side of the scale. She watches her pride, do they need her help? Do they need her care? Can she teach them what she knows? Do they need her protection? She sits watching, waiting, ready.

A panther with her hidden spots, perched ready to pounce is also on the left. Silent and still. She sits and waits, watching the other two. Weighing her options. Listening to her surroundings. Absorbing. Trying to figure out the when the next move will happen.

A tiger prowls the right scale. The constant sway from her impatient pace gracefully disrupts the delicate force that binds them. A hypnotic rhythm that blends into her stripes confuses most but the two on the other side, see her movements before she does. They know what she'll do but when is what they wait for.

All taking place over the edge of the world, were the sky and the ocean meet. On a night when the Gods are riled up. Colorful and vibrate and dark. The moment before the calm before the storm. Where you feel the energy building in the air. Then the lightening strikes. The Gods rage but the hand holds steady. Never once releasing his grip on what holds three of the most dearest creatures in his eyes.