''The tiger without a name''
Poor tigress had no idea how strong yet so unaware of how fightened she was of hershelf everywhere she turned to a monster as she wished that she could be someone that was not her into a great purpose. A place where she would be of good use to anyone who would use her for the good of humlity and understanding where she would be of good use and help to someone wh wasn't afraid of her or hershelf for that matter.
But who? someone who couldn't be afraid of her temper or her enormous feelings to be understood. As she sat by the window still she looked out the window where other orphans were playing happliy and joyfully as she looked forloanly at the other students.
How she wished she could be one of them but who would ever trust her her, be with her or even be friends with her who?
A tear rolled down her cheek as she rembered her mother and father, who were lost in a storm from a band of vandells, her mother battled the villagers whille her father spared her life to seek out shelter while he fought off bandits. Sadly tigress witness her father's brutal murder as she relunctly watch in great pain and sadness.
How she wished she could turn back time and stpp all that destruction from happening. Shesniff at the awful memory of the past, but there was nothing she could do about it at all.
to be continued...