The crowd filling the Savanna Central Stadium was a mélange of species, their applause thundering across the massive enclosure. Gazelle, Zootopia's pop icon, stood at center stage, bathed in the warm glow of the spotlights, slender and beautiful. A shimmering gold dress clung to her slim form, its glitter echoing her fame while her antlers gleamed under the bright lights. But what the world saw was only a façade, a mask she wore with practiced ease.
Gazelle finished her performance, the final note of her hit song lingering in the air, voice resonating. As the last of the applause slowly died away, she gave the crowd a bright, dazzling smile, "You've been an amazing audience, Zootopia! Good night!!” With a promise of return, she made her graceful exit backstage.
Her limousine, a sleek, black vehicle, awaited her. She slipped inside, the cool leather of the seat against her sweat-dappled fur a welcome respite from the heat of the night. As the limousine pulled away from the stadium, Gazelle heaved a sigh, the tension of her performance ebbing away. A tiny, almost imperceptible growl from her stomach broke the silence.
A sensation of longing began to well in her, a primal urge that defied the carefully crafted persona she projected to the world. It was a craving, a deep-set hunger that she concealed, buried within herself. It wasn't for the gourmet meals that were the norm for a celebrity of her status, but for something far more raw, far more instinctual.
Beyond the mirrored partition, the limousine's driver wove through the glitzy lights of the city, the nocturnal side of Zootopia bursting to life. All the while, Gazelle fought a private battle, her craving growing in the confines of her stomach. She swallowed hard, the imagined sensation of small prey squirming in her belly almost palpable.
She smirked, kindled memories of past meals whetting her insatiable appetite. Oh, how her fans so adored her. How excited they always were for a 'private backstage tour', and that delicious moment of realization when the dressing room lock clicks shut and she pulls them in close, practically drooling...
Roused from her nostalgic musing as her limousine halted in front of the grandeur of the Oasis Hotel, Gazelle's eyes scanned the various creatures milling about. They saw her as a superstar, an icon, a role model. They couldn't imagine the predator lurking beneath the elegant exterior.
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