Rain-sodden tempestuous clouds jetted over the city shrouding buildings, trees, and sidewalks in a fine mist muting all vibrancy into soft shades of grey. Wet concrete puddles reflected images of hulking dark buildings looming above as black raincoat wearing pedestrians deftly maneuvered around them. The drab gloom coated everyone in a murky gauze except for one woman: The Fire Lion. Standing over 6 feet tall, and dressed in fiery hues of red and orange, she stood out like a flaming beacon as she waited to cross the street. Her wild mane of copper hair illuminated her growling face with an inferno of flaming heat and she even cast a warm glow upon the pavement below her. I was curious to see what she'd do if I smiled at her. I learned that Fire Lions do not respond well to gesture of cheer, in fact, it only causes their faces to twist further into drooping folds of grumpiness. I found her reaction very amusing and my smile burst forth into a giggle. Fire Lions are fun to tease, but it's advisable to keep your distance. Medium: acrylic, ink, gold metallic paper in sketchbook.