Taming a Tigress ( reflections on Sango)

Sango is one heck of a lady. Violent-tempered. Too..too much of her own woman. As if she doesn't need anyone, especially a guy like me, to protect her.

But there are times though, that she's just like a little girl. So sweet, so quiet. She could look so soft and fragile, that sometimes, I just want to imprison her in my arms and shield from her the evils and darkness of the world.

But of course, she doesn't know that. I think she never will. Although sometimes, I sense she does.

But as soon as she hits me or pummels me with her boomerang, I start to have second thoughts.

I think the lexicographers made the phrase, "Walking Contradiction" for her.

And I had already accepted the fact that Sango will always be the purring tigress I shall forever adore.

And I'm afraid that taming a tigress like her is like dragging the North star to the southern hemisphere.