Tysh
Your eyes fall to a picture of a rather charming young male. His arms are wrapped around a stunningly beautiful young female child. Both have cat hears but human faces and bodies. They seem so happy. Carefully you turn the thick browned page and fall upon words. You start to read; realizing the odd book is a pure explanation and identification of someone. Soon your are engulfed in the story.
My beautiful daughter, Tyshya Ruby Hawkings, was born as a healthy wolf pup. I wished her father could have seen her, but he had died a month after I had found out that I was pregnant...
Ruby?” A young male’s voice echoed out into the night. Then a small howl came back his tiger ears. He smiled and waited. Suddenly platinum colored wolf ling came bounding to him, stopping a few feet from him. Quickly it started to change form, and in no time a young female with large white tiger ears on a human body stood before him. “Yes Tyson?” Her sweet innocent voice answered, as her hands swept behind her back and under her feathered gargoyle wings...
“Tyson!!” Ruby screamed into the night air threw the other sounds of horror. Her brother staggered and fell to his knees. She ran to his side, her form almost purely human, except for those white tiger ears and white tiger/gargoyle tail. She had tears streaking down her face as her beloved brother fell into her outstretched arms, almost limp. “Tyson...” She cried softly, looking into his eyes. He reached his furry hand up and gently stroked her face, wiping his younger sister’s tears away. “You have to be strong Ruby. Leave here before you are hunted and killed too.” His voice was shaking, weak, and growing softer. Ruby shook her head, holding his hand against her cheek. “No.Don’t speak, you’ll be ok.” Tyson’s eyes looked saddened by her words. He tried to pull himself away from her, pushing her away. “Go Tyshya!” he cried, trying to make her go. She looked at him almost hard, she still wouldn’t budge. “Tyshya GO NOW!” He could see a poacher running towards them from behind her. He gave her a huge shove, sending her back a few feet. She looked at him stunned, her hand slipping from his. She was so young and innocent; she couldn’t quite grasp the whole situation yet. “NO!” She cried, but stood and started to back away. Tyson waited till she was out of sight, then he reached down to his ankle and pulled out a gun. “You’ll never have me.” He growled raising it. His wound was already serious, but he could still be saved. The man reached him and tried to wrestle the gun away. Tyson fought with all he had left, shooting and killing the human mutant. Another shot rang out, and hit Tyson in a vital spot, killing him almost instantly. Tyshya watched from high up in a tree as a white tiger. She turned and ran...
She doesn’t remember much that happened over the next few years, but she does know that she never again trusted any male. Tyson was all the family she had left, and he was suddenly ripped away from her in her youngest years. She hardly ever used her middle name anymore...
The race that Tyshya is remains a mystery. Some would call her a freak; others would call her a mutant. And still others would call her a prized possession. Non the less, she was born as a wolf pup. Later she was raised for a few years as a white Siberian tiger, and could shift her form into a half human/half tiger or wolf body. After her mother died, she became aware that her father was gargoyle, and she could also become a gargoyle. She could also mix the forms up and become something very unique. After her brother died when she was seven, she discovered she could become anything she wanted.
If you’re lucky enough to see Tyshya, you’ll probably see her in her human/garg/tiger form. Her eyes are always a platinum/ silver color, and are look pools of liquid. Her face structure will be human or wolf, tiger, or gargoyle. She never becomes fully human. Her ears are always her white tiger ears, and she always has a tail. Her hair is thigh length and curly. Most of the time it’s ash black with white streaks, but sometimes it’s white with black streaks. She is about 5’9 in her half-human form and weighs close to 176 pounds. Most of her weight is muscle, even though it doesn’t show too much. She has a good strong build, her abdomen are strong and relaxed. Making her belly look slim.
Usually she wears navy green pants that are loose and a bit baggy. With white stripes going down the sides. Her shirt is usually a velvety light tank top with spaghetti straps. Sometimes she’ll wear a navy green vest over. She also has a few other outfits that she wears.
On her left upper arm she wears a crystal armband that is pretty thin. Around her left ankle she wears a thin intricately detailed anklet. She always wears a foreband with a black diamond in the middle. In the center of the diamond there is a rotating platinum colored crescent moon, given to her by her brother.
She usually carries carries an ax-saber. The blade arched slightly. She usually used her ax-saber. But when she is out she carries a light dagger strapped around her right thigh. She also likes to use a staff and a samurai double bladed sword. She’ll also use an old school hand gun if need be. She owns a suit of armor but rather uses chain mail.
Her personality is different and as unique as she is. Mostly she keeps to herself and remains a mystery to others. She tends to be very quiet, and seems to avoid males. She never lets anyone get to close to her.
You take one last look around; you notice a most remarkable carved songbird flute sitting on a small corner table. The table is covered in soft white fur, setting off the dark tanned wood of the flute. Suddenly your eyes meet another pair of eyes. They belong to a red tailed hawk. It suddenly squawks and flaps it’s wings, jumping to the side of the stand it’s on. You jump back in surprise. ~Tell anyone what you just read, and you’ll die slowly and painfully.~ That voice runs into your thoughts again, scaring you more. You make a quick exit from the room and run down the corridor and back to the great hall. Your heart in your throat. Those words haunt you for the next few days and every now and then after words.