She had always been biggere than the others. Even though she was only 3 she was already bigger than her father.

Kiamba walked silently through the downtown area, she would look at people with her ice-blue eyes and try her hardest to look friendly but they would usually just screem and run away. She hated that. All she wanted was a good owner and friend, was that too much to ask for?

Her white and brown striped coat gleemed in the sunlight that washed over her sleek, powerful body nontheless. And she tried to carry herself proudly.

Soon it began to rain, hard. Kiamba ran to the nearest alley way and then into the biggest cardboard boz she could find, well, at least her back-end could fit, the rest of her stuck out from the box. Soon the huge white tigress was soaked and hungry, and fast asleep.

She moved with a swiftness that many would envy, her limbs carrying her over the ground in great strides. Soon though, the rain had soaked her to the bone and her black clothes clung to her like a second skin. She growled towards the heavens and pulled the collar of her trench coat up, trying to protect her neck from the wet, but to no avail. As she passed an ally, something caught her eye. A BIG something. The slight, young albino woman went back to the alley and stood at the end. She whistled sharply to the tiger, seeing if it was friendly.... OR dangerous.

Kiamba watched the many people pass by her. She sighed, her ice-blue eyes had a sad tint to them. Then one of the humans cought her eye, the human was pale, just like her. Then the human came back and stared at Kiamba.

The huge white tigress jumped to her front paws, ready to run and hide if the human attacked her out of fear, but instead the woman whistled to her. Kimaba just stood up and stared at her. Then she let out a quiet, soft roar that was clearly welcoming.

Soft, musical laughter was Kiambas reply. Hey gorgeous. What are you doing out here all by yourself? She came closer, one hand held out to the tigeress. I'm Ghost. Whats your name, love? She asked in a soothing voice. Her white blonde hair fell in front of one of her eyes, and she crouched down to stroke the females head. A Murderer with a tiger. What next?

Kiamba stared at the female. Her ice-blue eyes were filled with interest and curiotsity. At the touch of the woman's hand Kiamba began purring very loudly, even though the hand was about the size of her ear she could feel its warmth.

At the mention of her name she remembered the collar she had been given by the doctors at the place she had been born. It was buried underneath her thick snowwhite fur now. Kiamba turned her head up towards the sky and tryed to make it so the daimond studded colar could show through.

Her fingers slid through the tigress's ruff, and she found the studded collar. Kiamba.... thats a pretty name. She smiled warmly at the cat, then loosely wrapped her fingers around the collar. Well, baby. Its you and me. Lets go find some dinner for the two of us.