Author's note: Veronica- Yeah! I've seen him play it, but I bought it the day it came out and I promised I'd play it through all the way before I DARED watch him play it. It was an amazing story and I loved all of the characters!
Fallen Angel: Why thank you for woohooing! *Hugs back as tightly as possible as well*

-Cry Me A Rainbow-

"The blood sort of… shows off a type of art. Don't you think?"
I nodded, but in more fear if anything. I held my own paws and waited for
the storm
to pass.
Where Did I Go Wrong

-Tigress' POV-

"It's unbelievable … almost… meeting you." The Tasmanian said with a flirtatious smile. But I had little patience that balanced what came out of my mouth a little unevenly. The weather was windy and strange. The wind at times picked up and was loud in my ears and other times it was smooth and lively like always.

But this was none of my concern. And I was not planning to lie to myself that it was.
"Let's cut to the chase, please." I said. The growl in my voice did not startle him. "You say you know my mother and father. Is that true?" I spoke too fast but I didn't apologize. I realize we're under Seytu's tree when I notice the familiar carved eyes staring back at me, in a way sending a shiver down my spine. The thylacine looks at the pair of eyes too.

"Knew." The word left his lips with difficulty and I physically felt my heart stop.

But I prepared myself for words like that for years and I wasn't going to let it affect my state of mind. And even though I still felt a melting pain in my stomach, I only gave a small nod. "Why are you here?"

He glances between me and a small stone, I lose his gaze and he stares at the stone instead. "I'm a… a type of messenger for your father." I glared at him and he felt the obligation to stare back. "How can that be, my father is dead." It felt as though something was stuck in my chest and me, holding back a growl, was keeping it there. It was getting more and more painful. He rubbed his eyes and leaned against the tree. "I guess I should explain myself a little better." He mutters almost unnoticeably.

"Before… you were even born… your father was the chief of all the tigers in our group. He was… not the most forgiving man. But he decided when and what when down between us. Despite his harsh ways, our group was peaceful. It was peaceful because he worked so hard.

"Your mother had a friend. A good friend actually. And while she was pregnant, he took care of her secretly. Your father was too busy to even notice how much your mother was in pain. Or too busy to even care…" His gaze now was unbearable. And in weakness, I look away. He continues. "When you were born, you sure were a daddy's girl. Well… if your mother's best friend was your father. Then you would have been a daddy's girl." He said with an awkward smile. But I give no attempt to smile back.

"Countless attackers tried to kidnap you as bait for your father. Your father and his men were tough enough to scare them away, while your mother's friend, Shisao, killed anyone of them who came close to you. The peace in our group was fading away into nothing. And the pregnancy was… has already taken a toll on your mother. Shisao and your mother didn't want to put you in that danger."

I bite my lip.

"So… one hopeless night... they were arguing. Shisao had said many times how he would keep protecting you. How he would do anything for you because he saw you as his own daughter. But your mother screamed at him. Telling him to look at her, to look at how ill she's become. That how any second she would die. She said that, if, when that happened, she couldn't just leave Shisao to take care of you by himself. And the fear that… if your father ever knew… He couldn't say anything to that.

But he kissed her.

Truth was, they were madly in love with each other. From your fathers neglect and cruel ways, she's lost the little love she had for him. And confessing their love for each other, they made a hard decision. So they set off to find a new home for you. And sooner or later, they found their ways to-"

"Bao Gu Orphanage." I finished for him. He said nothing for a moment, sighing and avoiding the sight of me completely. "Yeah…" He murmured. I did not cry. Because that would show weakness. "What happened with my… mother and Shisao?" I asked, hesitating on the word mother. And I thought for the moment that it might be a distinct possibility that I needed to show emotion for a second. But I would not. Your only weakness is allowing your mind to convince you you're weak. And I had to remember that.

He stares up into the cloudy skies. "Man, the clouds look almost silver from this place." He thinks aloud. Surprisingly I did not begin to get impatient. And thankfully, he continued anyway.

"Well… your mother… she lasted for… only a few days. She had become so weak and… blood poured from her mouth often… Shisao buried her himself. He cried quietly to himself. And prepared to run away. But…" his words trailed off. I didn't understand. Was this all said in regret? "But they caught him. Your father found out the affair from his very own sources, and they slaughtered him. Though as strong and quick as Shisao was, your father was much bigger and took him down. And I believe, that very moment, the wind sort of told him that it hates him. From the look in his eye."

But he didn't mean 'wind'. He meant my mother. And I could almost feel it now. Tigress the Unbreakable something told me. And for a moment, I kind of felt like it shouldn't matter to ring through my ears. My mother and Shisao died young and in love. And I fought back the tears and the feelings and the emotions, and maybe, just maybe, did they take on the challenge of fighting me back. But they were smoldering.
Smoldering and threatening and suffocating and clouding
and annoying.Purely annoying.

"You had a foster brother, right?" And I prepared myself for what he was thinking. "Do you think that's where you get your rage?"
What?
"Excuse me?" He may have information. But I don't remember him receiving the right to say anything like that. He shakes his head and tries to word it right. But fails. "Do you believe you get it from him, or your father?" I stare at him. Maybe giving him another chance. But I can tell he doesn't take it.
"Tai Lung was it?" He asks. I look away. "And?"

"Well, were you ever worried that you would ever turn out like him?" Was he trying to get killed?
"Who the hell do you think you are!?" I shout. He doesn't do so much as flinch.
"Did you ever care about him?" I can feel my body twitch. "I barely ever knew him! How can I care about a brother if I've never knew him?!" I get up and prepare myself. He should too if he had an ounce of brains.

"Wait Tigress, there's a reason I came here. Your father, he wants you to-"

"I do not give a damn about what he wants. If he wanted something from me then he should have treated me as his own, as I am. He can't wait after decades until he requests something from me. If I heard right, Shisao was more of a father than he ever was." My fists were balled and my claws dug into my palms.

"The village was burned down. Your father escorted lucky ones to a new place. Leaving the crooks and criminals behind to rot." He crossed his arms. I was ready to kill him.

"Go to hell."

"He wants his daughter back. He wants someone to run the village if, when something happens to him. You're like the princess." He says with a smile. I strike him, sending him sprawling on the ground.

"Leave. Now." His ear twitches and so does mine. Someone was approaching. He glares behind me and I do not move. "Fine. But you'll come looking." And he sprints away. Another breeze blows through my fur, and I hold my arms defensively. Not but a second later, Dai Lin shows up behind me, a paw on my shoulder.

"Tigress, are you okay? Some guy was asking about where you lived. I would have been here sooner if it weren't for some attackers. They wore symbols on their masks and played flutes. Freaky as hell. They weren't too difficult to fend off though. Barely broke a sweat. But I think we should- hey are you okay?" He asks and I don't know what to say. But I have to say something. "Yeah I'm fine, he was no one. I'm fine." He's still and I can almost feel the doubt radiate from his skin. But he knows me well enough to not dig into it and I'm thankful.

And I take a shot at lighting things up. "Oh hey, guess who's here?"

It was under his command. Was I just figuring this out? It follows his mood, his control and he was figuring it out too.

"Mm, just feel that breeze."