The Fallen One (Tigress x Fem!Reader)

The Fallen One (Tigress x Fem!Reader)

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Yeah, don't judge. I had a sudden burst of inspiration and decided to make this for my gay ass. In this story created by yours truly, you are a white tiger (So original I know) that has had a rough childhood and as a result of this, you have trust issues and depression. Wanna know what you look like? Well, you have White fur with jet black stripes and orange tips to your ears, tail and paws. Your eyes are a crystalline silver that rarely show emotion. So, as this was a random idea I had, updates won't be that frequent. School also has a hand in this. Enjoy!
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