A Note from the Author.
The content within this story will be everchanging, updating from time to time as some chapters will be completely broken down and built from the floor up.
Content warning.
(Honestly I've seen much worse on this site but I will still put this disclaimer here to at least give the audience an idea of what they are about to read)
This story will contain many elements that will be uncomforting to an unmatured audience, or that of an audience below the ages of 18. So it would be preferred if the audience reading this was 18 years or older or at least is mature enough.
Elements will include:
- Depictions of self harm, descriptions of the darker side of the mind, and beyond.
- Events in cannibalistic nature, as the main character stems into uncharted and feral natures.
- Depressive topics which dwell on death, loneliness, etc...
- Gruesome depictions and descriptions of injury.
- 'Possible' content of sexual nature, which likely wont come to be but the warning is there in the case that there is the chance I change my mind.
The warning has been given and the fault will lie on those who choose to skip and not heed the warning of the content in this story.
Summary
A cloaked female white tiger carrying its resting cub hastily made its way to the front door of an orphanage trudging trough the harsh snow that only piled up more throughout the blizzard that seemed to stem for days on end. She stood contemplating on giving the only other thing that brought any value to her world away. She had already been running from her tribe for days now only making it further and further as the blizzard weighed down the forces coming for her. She had to save his indoctrination into a heretic society hellbent on destroying on anything it touches. Now was the only time to make any kind of decision that could save one of them. The mother had already been running low on any form of energy wasting away as time passed. The exhaustion had set in as she had to depart her only child.
"I'm sorry." Her words too weak to convey the deep motherly love that she felt for her son. She set him down at the doors of the orphanage and pounded on the door with whatever strength left that she possessed leaving deep and heavy pounds that were sure to wake anyone from death up. The tiger took off only as fast as her arms and legs could carry her. She was long gone before the doors of the orphanage opened.