Tigon

Please don't exalt this dragon! If you no longer want them, please feel free to send them back to Pearl's exalt rescue lair!

TIGON'S CHARGE-R

[ Felines - Animal Print - A Catlike Dragon ]



A swirling cloak of leopard-print fabric is tied about her shoulders. The den is full to bursting with pelts, in fact, some with stitching, others simply hung over the backs of chairs. If there's an organizational system here, it definitely isn't ordinary.

Tigon herself, looking much the queen of this dermatological domain, smiles widely as her guest enters. "Well, hello, daahling. You come for a fitting?" Her blouse today is tiger-striped, clashing perfectly with her wings. There's nothing better than mixing patterns in her professional opinion. She steps over piles of pelts and furlongs of fur, brushing dust off of a few as she passes them.

"You'd look faabulous in a white tiger, I think," she says, holding up a pelt to her customer. She adds, when she receives an expression of concern, "Don't worry, most've 'em are faux fur. I can't possibly eat all that meat myself," she says, smacks her lips, and winks.

Tigon's den is both her shop and her home, since there's nowhere she'd ever be more comfortable than among the incredibly loud and deeply soothing patterns that make up her life. She settles into her fluffiest blanket each night - hot pink with zebra stripes, of course - and stretches out to sleep with a contented sigh.