It is only natural that a poacher hunting in the sacred forests guarded by the giant tiger Roshan has a somewhat short lifespan. Those little people met their demise quite fast, without any little chance of escape. Such is the fate of tiny bugs, ending as the dirt beneath a heavy tiger's paw. With a smirk on his face, looking down at his pawprint on the soft ground containing some crushed bodies, Roshan continued to walk, searching for more wrong-doers to have some "fun" with ~

Art and Roshan © me