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Shalina was once the heiress to the vast fortune of the Tora Shiro family before her home was destroyed by her parent's rivals. She survived thanks to the efforts of the slave she had grown to love in a secret. Synara had been her toy to love and abuse as she saw fit. No more than a doll given to her by her parents when she was just cub. Little did her family know that she was not like them. She didn't see people as objects to own, but people to know and respect. In order to keep the panther from being sold off to a worser fate, she pretended to loath him as just a mere object to dangle for her fancies. Even though they used to play together as kittens, they soon became pet and master once Shalina became of age.
In a deadly coup between her parents and a rival company, Shalina nearly suffered the same fate as her mother and father. She was about to throw her life away in an attempt to kill her attackers, until Synara forcefully barred her way and refused to let her into the main chambers of her mansion, where the ring leader of the Farris Cove assassins was beheading her mother and father. Though she was trained to fight by the best instructors her parents could pay for, Synara had been beside her for all of her lessons and knew her style of martial arts as much as she did. They fought, one with the passion inspired by vengeance and the other with a passion inspired by desperation to keep his mistress safe from harm. It was not without reason that Synara took advantage of Shalina's anger and distracted mindset to knock her unconscious and spirit her away through a series of hidden tunnels beneath the mansion.
When Shalina came too she could both smell and see the smoke pillowing from the ruins of her home beyond the hill rise. Synara was dressing burns and small wounds she had gathered on her person during the escape. Her anger and grief flared when she saw him poised above her. She reached up and tore the collar from his neck and cursed him for acting above his station. Amidst her words of anger were the very words used to free a slave from bondage to her family, "I sever the ties that bond you to me, and cast you from my sight." Words she did not really mean had left her lips before she could stop them but it was too late. He was gone before she could finish and all that was left of him was she held in her paw, a torn collar, his collar.
This is not my art but a beautiful tattoo I have ,if asked I will remove the image from the page.
In a deadly coup between her parents and a rival company, Shalina nearly suffered the same fate as her mother and father. She was about to throw her life away in an attempt to kill her attackers, until Synara forcefully barred her way and refused to let her into the main chambers of her mansion, where the ring leader of the Farris Cove assassins was beheading her mother and father. Though she was trained to fight by the best instructors her parents could pay for, Synara had been beside her for all of her lessons and knew her style of martial arts as much as she did. They fought, one with the passion inspired by vengeance and the other with a passion inspired by desperation to keep his mistress safe from harm. It was not without reason that Synara took advantage of Shalina's anger and distracted mindset to knock her unconscious and spirit her away through a series of hidden tunnels beneath the mansion.
When Shalina came too she could both smell and see the smoke pillowing from the ruins of her home beyond the hill rise. Synara was dressing burns and small wounds she had gathered on her person during the escape. Her anger and grief flared when she saw him poised above her. She reached up and tore the collar from his neck and cursed him for acting above his station. Amidst her words of anger were the very words used to free a slave from bondage to her family, "I sever the ties that bond you to me, and cast you from my sight." Words she did not really mean had left her lips before she could stop them but it was too late. He was gone before she could finish and all that was left of him was she held in her paw, a torn collar, his collar.
This is not my art but a beautiful tattoo I have ,if asked I will remove the image from the page.