Before you stands a beautiful white Siberian tigress. Something is different about her though. It's not the straight, long brown hair that falls over her shoulders, or even her blue-green eyes. There seems to be a strange aura around her.
Behind her soft features is a concentrated expression as she watches you closely. She is muscular, the results of many years of travel and fighting. She has hidden her scars well, as she has the ability to heal quickly, and has the power to heal from drinking the blood of her enemies when it is truly needed. She also has the power to cast powerful spells.
Her clothing is simple, it's more of a strange combination of armor and lingerie. Covering her torso and hanging on the upper half of her thighs is a sheer mesh babydoll, colored black. Covering her arms and part of her legs are simple pieces of samurai style armor, a gift from a friendly wolf.
Adorning her figure are a few tattoos, a black dragon on the back of her right shoulder, a tiger on the left, and a tribal design with a sword centerpiece on her lower back. The tattoos are covered slightly by the tattered backpack she carries and her two katanas. The only visible decoration on the front of her body is a single naval piercing.
Something is even more strange about her as you look over her form. The stripes you can see are black, fading into blood red. Her ears too are different, as they are significantly pointed, almost looking elvish. Her canines are longer that a normal tiger's, and appear more like vampiric fangs hanging down from inside her maw.
Katanya blinks and you see a sudden flash of pain and memory flow across her eyes: memories of her creation in the land of Norrath because of the great feline slaughter; hiding her powers as a goddess to make a pact with the Mother of All, Tunare, to protect her kind from another such tragedy; training in the Plane of Growth; being changed into a wood elven form to keep her from knowing her true identity; and the pain of wandering alone. As you feel tightness in your throat and moisture in your eyes, she bows and slips off into the shadows.

This one stands out amongst the others about you. Unmistakably female, yet so very different in appearance from those who would be assumed her counterparts.
She stands tall and alert, her eyes and ears in constant surveillance of everything about her. One would imagine she could hear quite well as her ears seem somehow longer than one of her species; some even say that they have an elven turn at certain angles of view. Her eyes reflect the light around her yet seem somehow dim despite their lovely blue-green color. Her mouth remains still, two pearly, elongated canines peaking out from beneath her top lip.
Her hair is light brown, pulled back in a simple braid and tied with a leather thong so as not to obscure her view. The braid swings lightly back and forth between her shoulder blades, her tail seeming to match it's simple movement. The stripes on her face and neck are odd, fading from a foreboding shade of black into a blood red.
Her clothes give her the appearance of a travelling warrior, the accompanying knife and sword strapped to her belt aiding in such a decision. She wears brown breeches and a tan shirt with full slleeves that seems almost to big for her. Her shirt is fit more closely along her torso, gathered tight and hidden by a laced leather vest. Her ensemble is completed with knee high leather boots, folded over at their tops, and a black cloak worn about her shoulders.

Katanya is a unique creature. Her age is incalculable; all that is known is that she has lived for many millennia and has not always been in this form. It is said that she was born to her mortal form from blood and ash, a goddess come to protect those that cried out for her. The story tells that she surrendered herself to another goddess, in trade for the protection of her kind. Others have said that she trained for many centuries, in different forms of fighting and magick, and at one time she even trained the guardians of the goddess who she gave herself to. There have also been tales of a wood elven ranger, a lovesick fool who went by the same name. No one knows her real history, and she is not likely to share the truth.
The tigress is unusual, appearing to be Siberian because of the excess fluff around her face, yet she is white in color, something not often seen in the wild. Her stripes seem a bit odd though, as they are a mix of black and blood red, and ghostly stripes of a lighter charcoal are sometimes seen between these darker stripes. She stands at about 6' tall, her overall form somewhat slender, yet tone. It is true that she has spent many years fighting and wandering, which attributes to her defined muscles. Her long tail is often seen swishing behind her idly, the appendage itself about 3' in length. She is naturally equipped with extendable, deathly sharp claws and a matching set of razor-like teeth. Upon her head is a long mane of soft, light brown hair which sometimes hangs down over her face to hide her sparkling blue-green eyes.
As you look more closely at the tigress you notice other unusual things about her. Most notable perhaps, aside from her stripes, are her longer and sharply pointed ears. Without the fur they would almost appear to be elven in appearance. The tigress is also graced with longer than usual canines, which she often does not keep hidden and instead they are seen protruding from under her upper lip. A navel ring also adorns the female's body, as well as three distinct tattoos on her back; a black tribal-like dragon on her right shoulder, a black tribal-like tiger on her left shoulder, and a tribal design with sword centerpiece on her lower back.
The creature is unmistakably female. Small, rounded breasts are on her chest, small light pink nipples the centerpieces. The nipples do not protrude however and seem to be inverted. Following down the cat's torso one finds her sex between her legs. The fur around it is unusually smooth however; a touch would reveal that it is similar in texture to bare skin.

Before you stands a tall, tan elf. She grew up high in the trees of Kelethin, protected from the dangers on the wooded floor below. An adventurous sort, she set out at an early age to see what mysteries awaited in the darkness of Faydwer.
Her small, muscular frame is covered with simple clothing. She wears light brown, leather brithches, and a green halter top with orange diamonds decorating it. She wears simple leather shoes, and her long, brown hair hangs freely. Her hair is pulled away from her face by a simple braid along her hairline, allowing her blue eyes to be seen shining brightly.

Katanya stands before you clad in simple leather armor. She wears a tight tunic and pants, black and worn from many seasons worth of wear. The leather fails to hide her muscular warrior's build underneath, and the hint of a few tattoos peeks out from the backside of her tunic. There are darker patches on the back of the tunic, most likely where weapons usually hang when she carries them. Even dressed like this she has no real need for weapons, her razor sharp claws and long fangs ready to strike out at any attacker.
Something is strange about her as you gaze at her form however. The stripes you can see are black, fading into blood red. Her ears too are different, as they are significantly pointed, almost looking elvish. Her canines are longer that a normal tiger's, and appear more like vampiric fangs hanging down from inside her maw.

The tigress before you stands tall and alert. She is foreign to this land but has offered her services here as a guardian and protector for all who choose to enter this place. She has proven herself many times as a formidable fighter and is not to be taken lightly.
She is dressed in light leather armor. Upon her chest is an old tunic, decorated with elven symbols. Around her neck she wears a silk rope with a lion pendant representing the god Maahes (God of War and Protection, The Leonine Lord of Slaughter). Her hair is secured in a tight braid and held closed by a small pendant depicting the goddess Bast. On her back she wears a quiver, filled with arrows, and a powerful bow. Underneath her quivers her two katanas are sheathed, weapons she brought with her from a distant land. Around her wrists and lower forearms are leather bracers which have small throwing daggers strapped underneath.
Something is strange about her as you gaze at her form. The stripes you can see are black, fading into blood red. Her ears too are different, as they are significantly pointed, almost looking elvish. Her canines are longer than a normal tiger's, and appear more like vampiric fangs hanging down from inside her maw.

My what a change. It seems as though this old tigress has made an effort to join the modern world with her present attire. She is dressed in a loose pair of zip-off cargo pants, extra pockets in abundance, and tan in color. Her shirt is blue with a gray dragon on the front, and long sleeves; it appears to be made out of a fabric similar to what thermals are made out of. She has even chosen to wear a pair of shoes with this ensemble; a light pair of hiking boots, tan and blue in color.
Her brown mane hangs in a loose ponytail behind her and she has chosen to accent this outfit with a blue belt with silver stars.

Tight, slick and sexy are the first words that come to mind when looking upon the tigress in this outfit. She's dressed completely in black vinyl that clings tight to her firm form. The pants she wears only reach just past her knees, but the rest of her leg is covered up by tall matching boots. Her top comes down just below her breasts, revealing a nice hint of cleavage through the tight material and the lacing that travels up the front. A hole appears on each shoulder, leaving straps across her shoulders to hold up the shirt, and her sleeves are pulled taught against her arms with the same lacing style of the shirt's front. The shirt is small enough to reveal her navel ring and a hint of the tattoos on her back. The outift is completed by a velvet black collar.
Her black and blood red stripes can be seen where the fabric fails to go, her long brown mane falling over her shoulders carelessly. Her pointed ears flicker as she listens for sounds around her and her tail follows suit.

The tigress before you has cast off her normal rugged look for something much more elegant. She is dressed in a lovely mini cheongsam. The cheongsam is black and sleeveless, decorated with beautiful butterflies, and fitting quite snuggly to the tigress' frame. The partially open back shows off the lady's dragon and tiger tattoo.
The lovely dress helps accentuate her black and blood red stripes, as well as her finely toned figure. The dark, soft fabric helps bring out the color of her blue-green eyes as well. Even her smile seems more brilliant while she wears this.
She has decided to let her mane flow freely, and her long, straight locks flutter slightly in the breeze.

Katanya must have just returned from a long journey as her form seems to shrink somewhat from its usual strength and prowess.
The tigress before you does not seem to be her usual self. Her actions are slowed, her speech softened, although it appears she would rather remain silent and still. Her brown mane is secured behind her in a rough braid, the ends seeming rather frayed. Her usually bright, sparkling eyes seem dull and lifeless, her overall expression one of extreme exhaustion and pain. She wears a pair of loose, thin, black pants; the bottom of each leg is wrapped with a thin piece of rope. Her torso is wrapped tightly with an abundance of bandages and a small jacket hides her arms, a match to the pants she wears. The same bandaging appears about her feet and hands as well. No weapons or bag are slung over her back as they normally are.