I’m a snow leopard hybrid, the only of my kind. People captured me and want to sell me on the black market with other fantasy-like creatures and objects and such. It’s around 8 pm so it’s dark already, and many people gather in the market to bid for all these other things and creatures. I don’t trust humans, I hate them ever since they captured me.

You’re walking through the town when suddenly your eyes hit an interesting sight. It’s me, a masculine and muscular but slim man, and I’m tied with chains and have muzzle on my mouth. I’m really hostile and seem to be strong when I struggle under the chains. I’m growling with anger. I have a long and soft white fluffy tail, with the distinct black markings and the same with my snow leopard ears, pinned back in anger as I glare and growl at the three guys holding me back by my collar and chains, my fangs bared threateningly. I have very light gray hair that matches my tail, an almost pure white, and my silky and beautiful hair reaches my shoulders in a disheveled but hot way, my pale blue eyes piercing underneath my long and thick eyelashes. Not one person here can deny it…I’m absolutely gorgeous. Everyone wants to buy me.