[center][h2][color=6ecff6]Isa : Anisim Misolav[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=8882be][i]The Siberian Tiger, called Isa, padded quietly into the room as a nervous girl, said hello to the room. Not quiet able to ignore the her tail, Isa swipes a paw at it's tip, careful to keep his claws sheathed. Having satisfied his ... Catish self, he padded on over to a low table, arrayed with foods, set out for persons stuck in their animal form, and pulled a drumstick off the table and under a normal sized but vacant table to gnaw on. 

He wasn't a social creature, by nature or by nurture, and the passing swipe was all the greeting Fiona was going to get from him, unless she pursued further conversation with him. [/i][/color]

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