Earning Her Stripes

Every line, every muscle, every inch of flesh and whatever else to make a whole towards a feminine body was drenched in the magnificent pure liquids of nature. It made wet, glistening rivers that sprouted into several directions the lower it pooled down her spine and parted towards the roundness of her waist. She stood bare beneath the small waterfall that showered from the silver spout above her dark golden ringlets of hair that stuck to her shoulders and mid-section, as well as over the tops of her voluptuous upper build. Her gaze was cast downwards in a ray of sorrow-filled expressions, the pit of dark loneliness wavering about in the color of her eyes the longer she stood there in the only silence of her home. She somberly lifted her hand to the dial, allowing her fingers to gentle grasp around the knob before shifting some of her weight into her opposing leg, so that the other would not have as much pressure to withstand. While bringing her face up, her eyes were met with her emotions, as it was her own reflection staring back at her through the glass wall that surrounded her into a convenient showering box at the corner of her bathroom. The tigress-shifter peered more closely at a strange mark made at the creasing of her hair-line, only to find a winkle beginning to curve at her temple where the smaller hairs hung in front of her oval-shaped little ears. She parted her lips and narrowed her bright eyes in disgust towards the meaningless mark upon her features, rubbing a single fingertip in a slow circle around the area and shaking her head as she leaned back under the water. Was it stress that could've created such a mark? Of course there were many difficulties at her state, but she did not see why she felt so bothered so suddenly with everything around her. Perhaps it was a phase, and she was just another player to win the battles brought with it. Only with this one, she assumed, the only solution was a vacation.

She returned her head under the water and closed her eyes. While taking minutes to herself and a bit of relief with the shower head, the female fought herself to get out, finding that her conscious had finally cleared. Her hips swayed with the rest of her - gracefully working on over to the wooden confinements of her stored clothes and what-knots to where they were found hanging from plastic hooks or folded neatly into individual drawers. With this, she was very organized, and found that only perfection would be agreeable on when she was finished. Nothing was out of place and not a piece of dust was left to be found atop any of her furniture, and her intentions were it to stay that way. Fixing her eyes upon the closet, she stepped in and closed the door. When it opened, her bare form was no longer naked, but wrapped in a playful outfit that consisted of tight, ripped blue jeans, a simple white wife-beater that fit nicely to her abdominal region and upper-build, as well as her usual, worn-in pair of black converse, with of course the exception of her father's old baseball cap turned backwards atop her long mane of golden hair. She slid her bronze-shaded sunglasses at the bottom of her tank-top's collar, resting one of the cold, steel frames in between the dip of her cleavage. As she gently bit her bottom lip, she slowly scrolled through her phone on the way out of her isolated cave at the farther-side of the clearing to find a friend of her's to come meet her out at the little island her mother partly owned with a mere vampire, apparently. This made it a bit cheaper for her to travel there when the time seemed be-fitting, of course, she had never been there before, but now she had the time to spar, especially with the stress-full emotions she was so suddenly beginning to encounter. Before leaving, she scribbled on a green sticky note about her abrupt absence and stuck it to the entrance of her cave so that it would notify anyone else as to where she was. She wrote her number down if there were any difficulties while she were away and turned on her heels in the direction of the road so that she could whistle over a taxi to take her to the airport.

Shailene drew a soft breath from her lips once the rickety plane had landed upon the sandy runway, remembering herself for next-time to take the boat instead of the air. Flying was not her strongest interest, she discovered about herself. When she got out, her eyes averted to the colorful scene with a blooming smile. There was wild-life for miles, and the sound of beach waves crashing into the rocky shore were just aloft the sensitive hearing of her hearing-span. It was faint, but if she were to cross the paths a bit, she was sure that she would come across a quiet beach met for herself to rest within. The image of making sand-castles and smiling children came to her mind at this as she walked from the plane and carried her bags towards the little road stop where buses usually picked up tourists. Fortunately, there was only her for this day, and she presumed it to be because of the hot sun that hung over their heads. Before the bus could arrive, she rubbed some sun-screen into her arms and shoulders, as well as a bit on her cheeks so that she would not burn, but at least tan a bit while she was outside. When the bus arrived, she got on and noticed only one other than her inside - the driver. She felt suddenly alone on this trip, and looked out the window to find some shelter as she was so far from home. "Somethin' the matta', miss?" said the bus driver, a jolly Hispanic looking man with a fine set of facial hair surrounding his mouth. Shailene pried a forced smile at him, "Nothing, sir." The man looked as if he was unsettled with her reply, but he only smiled back, shook his head and returned to his duty. The ride there was then silent, and she kept to herself awkwardly at the back of the moving vehicle till it was over and she was where she wished to be. She stepped off and walked along the side of the road until the bus was clearly out of her sight. When it was gone, she let out a tired sigh and let it all fall down her shoulders.

When her eyes opened, she was no longer at a height of a human, but of an animal. Instead of her natural pale skin, fur now over-lapped it in a basic orange golden shade, significantly glorified in white markings formed into several stripes scattering her form and mask-like face. Her fingers were not thin, but stubbed into paws of four individually sharp claws tucked into the bedding of her nails. At the end of her back curled a long striped tail, that which moved on it's own behind her whilst she padded into the dark shadows showering onto her from the jungle's trees. The plants brushed her fur and provided a cooling sensation along-side it to her body. She made a soft growl as she moved, turning her ears too and fro as sounds made them instinctively rotate from their normal position atop the sides of her head. The tigress began to trot, working enough speed to soon jog and in no time, she was in a dead sprint through the jungle-life. The island was spectacular, probably the most incredible bit of terrain she'd seen on her own. In the brochures, they had warned others of wild predators lurking in the wildernesses of the land, but she knew if they were to come along her presence, she'd attempt to scare them off with her fiery tude that which she tried to mimic from her father. Ducking into the bushes, the golden albino tigress wiggled her rear into the air and crouched stealthily as she peered through the plant leaves to spot a healthy antelope calf whining for it's mother. It was unusual to see such an animal so isolated from the rest, but Shailene was sure to find this in her paws soon enough. Licking her chops, she jumped and sprang out at the deer, claws extended and jaws wide open for the kill. It darted, giving her a chance to run some more, but with the damage made to a sweep of her large paws, she made the creature fall easily into her grasps.

Shining were they - the beloved stained fangs of his - as they shown beneath the morning rays within the mists of a long yawn and glistened from the bloodied residue of his early feast. His large paws remained pleasantly folded atop the other as he laid in the granted time of freedom he had to the jungle he ruled, his glorious pelt radiating the same shade of vibrant orange it always paraded around for the mates to notice in the heat of their presences. He'd smirk at the many attention, only to keep walking with a digested pride and arrogance embedded into the walls of his restless mind. Blood leaked down the side of his chin as he rested atop his envied rock, covering the fur which topped his scruff and the sides of his mouth nearest to his wirey whiskers. Scars of all sizes ran along each corner and crevice of his very coat, circling the muscles which have been toyed with for many years and presenting his intimidating walk to lowly others that crossed his paths and were worthy of a potential battle to whom was superior. He never let a soul win, nor live on afterwards, unless it were those that were lucky enough to out-run his speed. The tiger had no family to call his own, but he fended to keep his genes alive with the help of forced breeding. To those females whom suited his fancies, were pinned and used for just that to spread his lineage. He had no reason to withhold young and allow them to grow beneath his paws, nor did he ever need such a nuisance to bother his idea of fun within the life he chose to live.

He lifted his broad head and looked beyond the territory he made as his own, becoming wondrously annoyed with the sudden quick-treading of paws lurking on past. A small deer with strange markings ran quickly, out of breath and limping with the claw marks of another. Growls were then followed, and with a swept second did he catch the sight of stripes flash before his yellow orbs. As any other over-protective animal of the many kingdoms, he stood high and curled his lips back into an irritated growl. His paw stomped the ground and he huffed. The tiger stepped immediately down from his rock and landed onto the ground with a large sound booming beneath his very paws. The air was practically seething with the scents of a female amongst his species, this causing a cruel smile to twist within his scarred face. He moved forwards into a quick sprint through the jungle home of his - clashing in sound after the smell of fresh antelope blood draining into the likes of another's doing. Like thunder, the tiger was obnoxiously loud as he stormed through the terrain after the creature, seeking out to see the albino tigress snatching her prized meal. The male stayed behind her, his aggressive attitude and dark ideas draping on the verge of his emotions and pleading for him to use so quickly upon this other before him. He crept up and growled through a closed set of bared teeth, pointing his ears up in alert, "Who dares to be upon my lands!?" The tiger bellowed dominantly, emerging from the shadows his huge form which compared greatly against hers. He jumped in front of her, hoping she would back away so that his paw could settle atop the deer and pull it more towards him instead as he tried to get her to run off before he allowed his ideas to wonder. The male's eyes migrated closely over her figure, his tongue lapping over the chops of his mouth while he caught the glimpse of her nether areas.

"Mm.." She cooed while marveling over the delectable meal she began to rip apart. Her teeth mashed easily into the bones, cracking them in an instant before being crushed to just dust, meat and blood. Her golden coat and chops were soon covered with the delicious meal, but she was soon interrupted by a pulse. The ground shook and vibrated under her paws, making her stand up at an instant with a wavering tail and gentle mind. Her ears pierced against her head slowly before pointing back up as the sound got closer. She stood over the meal, protective and secure of her surroundings, holding her ground as any tiger or perhaps predator that had won their feast by themselves. Her aqua colored cat-eyes fixated into the darkness, squinting at the set of bright yellow optics staring back at her. With widened eyes, she jumped back and ducked close to the ground as the tiger lunged out in front of her. Fear trembled inside her legs, but the urge to fight and amount of adrenaline directed more at her heart and mind. Her lips curled into a building growl at the other tiger, the feral which spoke of owning these lands. "Your lands?!" She spat out a laugh, walking in a slow circle so that she could take the time to examine the large male before her; stalling time before she could run. "My mother owns this island and all which live on it - including yours. You should just be lucky you're alive, pussy cat." Shailene retorted in her defense, having no intention to get a reaction other than rage from the bitter and repulsive male. He smelt of mud and bad decisions; the face of trouble fit into a coat of non-deservable stripes. How he earned them was beyond her knowledge, but he to her opinion was nothing more than a bag of mutts for all she cared.

Shailene looked to her prize that was being stolen from her claws and viciously snarled in his direction, a fiery bright glare staring right into his golden orbs. There was still that worry inside her, but the blood of a great tiger and the fight for dominance was all too much for her to deny. She wouldn't let her meal and space be so easily interrupted by this filthy monster. She had to take a stand and show who was the superior tiger; it was only in her nature to prove him wrong. Crouching low, she hiked her tail and wrinkled her nose as she curled her lips to bare her long fangs. Her muscles coiled and she shot up like a silver bullet into the air and onto the male's side, claws instantly sinking into the flesh which he possessed. She attempted to bite into his scruff and growl as loudly as she could for him to back down. Her weight was in no math for his, but hopefully she'd break him. Snapping at his neck, she unlatched her claws and tried another attack, only this time it was marked more towards his flank than his jugular. "Get out of here, you worthless piece of shit!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, swiping vigorously at the air and snapping her teeth at the end of his feet.

. : A Time Skip Has Been Made : .

Shailene had received an unfortunate beating while tackling the tiger.
When at her weakest state, she passed out and the tiger pinned and raped
her until he was finished with his deed. He killed her in
her sleep before she could scream her last few words.

R.I.P.
Bellator Shailene