::From the brush of the wooded area the beast came forth, great furry white paws crunching the grass and twigs beneath it's three hundred pound weight. The massive head of the chalky white tigress shook to clear it's thoughts for this was not any ordinary tiger, no this one was far different. Continuing on the path of a scent she searched, her body morphing and stretching into that of a 5'6'' woman. Now even in mortal form, her skin was still that milky white coloring along with those tiger stripes all along her lean body, some hidden beneath that of material of her clothing or lack of clothing one could say. Like before within feline form, the woman shakes free her short hair of equal coloring, white with those black markings of a tiger. Placing her pert nose skywards, detecting that scent she had stalked for so long, luckily for her those feline instincts never left her in this form. Those azure eyes alight with sudden interest, unique looking eyes for she lost not those slitted pupils even as a mortal woman. No mistaking what she was. A sudden  instant smile appeared to her  alabaster lips, noticing the signs of her unsuspecting prey. Oh yes, she took pride in her work, that of a huntress. Hands darting to the dirk strapped to her side, while bending to one bared knee. Her brown doeskin top hung nicely to her front, molding her pert rounded breasts only to be strapped around her shoulders and clasped to her neck. She was waiting.. waiting for the chance to pounce. And it produced itself, with a spring to her moccassined feet that allowed her taloned toes to peek out, she launched herself forward passing leaves to knock down the being she was asked to find and destroy. A purring  voice came from her tempting lips, giving the intended victim's cheek a lick with her roughen tongue:: Neverrr will you escape the Tygress ::lifting one finger up to show her victim her sharp talon, bringing it to the soft part of his neck, right where the main artery was. Without flinching, Tygress slashed her nail deep into that vein, jerking her finger to the side, ripping open his throat. With no way of clearing before receiving a blood bath, allowing the crimson liquid to stain her white flesh without a care::

In anthro form, except she's all white

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The aid of Lantilis, meaning she is always at his side in the call of battle among their Feilong kin and race. For they are the best of friends let alone they work side by side to defend the cause they feel is right.They the Feilongs live in the Baldar lands with the elementals, but more like vanguards to the elementals. {Will be more once the information is more accuate}

Feilongs are the soul genuis of Eric Cottingham. Permission granted to use his creation for my own character so unless you have emailed him asking for such permission than you have no use rping with her. Yes she looks like a were tiger, but she does have a race.