The Slumbering Beast

A low rumble vibrated through the floorboards near the perimeter. I advanced toward the cushioned fortress by the corner to confront the disturbance. A furry creature rested inside, vast and breathing heavily. I stood before the sleeping beast, my lightsaber angled firmly at my side. It did not stir or challenge my supremacy, only flicking its ear in silent submission. I tapped the woven edge of its domain with my boot, declaring this perimeter subjugated under my guard.