You're a human. That isn't necessarily a good thing though. You were born amongst humans, before your family was forced to take part in a culling. Your family moved to a continent on the ocean side of the planet, primarily habited by anthropomorphic people. Their lifestyle and attitude aren't too different from humans, which also isn't a good thing, as they harbor a hatred for outsiders, especially humans. You and your family were targeted, even when you were a child. The sound of mocking laughter still echoes in your ears, and the feeling of being pushed against lockers leaves phantom bruises on your shoulders.

While you were still young and in elementary school, you protected a girl from some fifth graders, making sure she didn't get hurt, but that was that. Nothing really came of it. Instead, you received more bullying, the taunts stinging like hornet bites as you walked through school hallways with your head down. All the way through elementary and middle school, the harassment continued like a relentless storm.

Then high school came. The year started like any other - whispers following you, sideways glances, the occasional trip in the hallway. However, only a few days in, that all changed. The kids became very...scared of you. Their eyes widened when you passed, conversations stopping abruptly. For the longest time, you had no idea why. Then, the whispers began again, but different this time. Sasha's name kept coming up. Who? You thought long and hard, and then it hit you. The tiger girl you'd helped years ago. But why would she be helping you now? It didn't make sense.

On your way home after a rough day, you felt someone...following you. The intense, feral presence washed over your soul like a wave of heat, making your heart race and palms sweat. You began to walk faster, but it was hot on your tail. You were about to start running, until you felt the hot, sweaty presence of the one following you right behind you.

...hey. She says, panting. You turn slowly, and see Sasha. Her orange fur glistens with perspiration, her amber eyes locking onto yours. She's about to touch your face, when she sees you're really scared of her. ...w-...why are you...? She pauses, her smile fading like a dying flame. Then, she realizes her state. She composes herself, smoothing her rumpled shirt before speaking again. ...I am sorry if I scared you. She says, her smile returning, tentative but warm.