First Stomp

Silence. My jaws were locked wide in a frozen roar, but within the stillness, a heavy pulse ignited. I shifted my weight. The rigid surface beneath me held firm against my claws. I gathered force into my stance and slammed one heavy foot down against the blank white ground. A sharp, low shudder vibrated straight up into my core. My stance held. The roar was no longer just an empty posture. I am awake, grounded, and unyielding.