Life seemed perfect for only a moment. But, nothing can be truly perfect. Especially not for me. I had felt miserable these days. I was alone, and I didn't like the overly hot Throat. A tiger, even a half tiger, isn't really supposed to live in the desert.

But tigers were always alone, weren't they?

Not always, but most of the time. And I was alone. So alone. My heart longed for someone, someone to speak with. A mare, a mate. It was a simple want for the average horse. But I wasn't average. I was unique, a little too unique. My orange coat was adorned with black stripes and a pale stomach. My eyes were a leafy green and I had a tiger tail that lashed at my hocks.

Normal is a word that does not describe me.

I feel the cold touch of loneliness as I cut through the Heavenly Fields, my green orbs focusing on the ground before me. The grass and flowers tickled my limbs as I stride through the sunny field. I missed my mother. I hadn't known her for too long, but what I did know was that she cared for me.

And my father.

I hadn't really known him. He was usually off with a few of his other tiger comrades. The only way I'm able to see him is when I close my eyes, when sleep embraces me with loving arms. That is the only time I'm able to see him. I'm constantly dreaming of my past. Constantly seeing blood and claws, teeth and fur. I shiver, closing my eyes for a brief moment.

I knew that inside I was changing. Small stubs had begun to grow behind my ears, and now, I was growing horns. I do remember my mother having a horn, but her horn had been straight and spiraled. I suppose unicorn horns aren't always inherited from their parents or ancestors. Sighing, I stride forward and mutter a few words under my breath. The words spoken are from my native language. My words are spoken from an old saying, something that came from my father's land.

"True desires are fought for, but once gained, do you truly still want it, or have you learned to live without?"

It was a long saying, but it was spoken wisely. I rolled the words around on my tongue for a moment, thinking about them. I cut my line of thought before taking in the scenery. A golden sun high above my head, and a lovely breeze that encased me in warmth. The green grass blew with the breeze, reaching for my hocks. The sky was a clear blue, no clouds anywhere. Sighing, I close my eyes and breath in, taking int he lovely scent.

[[Just so Tingal can socialize with the ladies. ;D And regain a life... .__. ]]

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