10-11-2018, 10:25 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"]She was a rather striking individual. The lioness looked far different from any of her... Natural kind. Rather than being a typical tan, she was a mash between black and white. Zemira's face was split jaggedly down the middle, the left side of her face solid black with a bright orange eye, the right pure white with a stone blue-colored eyed. Her body, on the other hand, was not as symmetrical. The torso of her body was a jagged mix of white against her black. Even though she was a sight to see, Zemira always felt a bit self conscious about what she deemed to be a mutation. Around her neck hung a plaid scarf of black, grey, white, and orange. While it did not cover much of her body, she believed it drew away from her speckled fur. Even so, she was beginning to learn to not really care what others thought of her coloring.
Having been sold to a circus, Zemira found every chance she got to escape. After nearly mauling a trainer half to death, she found her chance and never looked back. She hated that place with every fiber of her being, even if she had only been their a month or two. After escaping had the girl wandered aimlessly around until, well, she found herself here. Noting the strong scene, she was well aware of the borders and such. Taking a seat, the female waited patiently for someone to arive.
Having been sold to a circus, Zemira found every chance she got to escape. After nearly mauling a trainer half to death, she found her chance and never looked back. She hated that place with every fiber of her being, even if she had only been their a month or two. After escaping had the girl wandered aimlessly around until, well, she found herself here. Noting the strong scene, she was well aware of the borders and such. Taking a seat, the female waited patiently for someone to arive.