[h1][center]The Lifeblood[/center][/h1] The lifeblood continued to stir. It looked upon its creations so far, that which intermingled and cooperated and competed with those of the primordial gods. Eventually, it found itself focusing its omniscient gaze upon one individual in particular. A large cat, deep within the jungle. Red eyes. Snow-white fur. An albino. Its thin tail swayed idley, looking almost as if it would snap off from its malnourished body if bent at the wrong angle. Tired, half lidded eyes rolled over the forest canopy, scanning to find the food so desperately needed. Its ears perked up as the trees gave an answer. A howling. It crept in the direction to find a troop of monkeys going about their business, rearing their young, gorging themselves on the bounty of the rainforest. Just as her mother had taught, the cat extended her claws, flattened herself against the branch, crept closer to her prey. Alerted the primates with her bleached skin. Heard the lookout screech a warning at the troop. Watched as her food nimbly retreated through the dense foliage, rocketing through the trees at a pace she could never hope to match. Gave up, and collapsed onto her branch. As the lifeblood watched this sad spectacle, it took pity. This animal was a victim of the fates, a mistake of Galbar that would soon be corrected and removed from the gene pool. In the game of life, there would always be losers. But to be cursed from birth in such a way seemed a special kind of cruelty. In an truly uncaring universe, said cruelty would simply be par for the course. the cat would die, few if any would notice, and life would go on. This was not that universe. The lifeblood swirled around the lethargic feline like a tornado in miniature, active as it always was, and where it flowed, the cat changed. Its emaciated body became lithe and muscled. Alabaster fur fell off in large clumps. Everything grew until triple the previous size.And skin turned from a sickly and wrinkled shade of pink to a veritable canvas of the jungle, vines and leaves and flowers and bark, all identical to the forest behind it, changing scenery to match as the she moved. All the while, the cat scrambled and panicked at the unforeseen transformation, thrashed until her ever-increasing weight caused the branch she was sulking on to snap, sending her tumbling through the canopy. She was now quite sure this was what dying was like, and to call it surprising would be an understatement. With a resounding thud she hit ground, and for five minutes she sat there, waiting for whatever curveball existence would throw next. But the lifeblood was gone by now, having done what it came to do. Far from the starving runt she was moments ago, She felt immense power course through her veins, her curse lifted by forces she would never dare to understand. And Life went on. She looked to one particular tree on the horizon, the one that reached into the heavens and then some. She trudged towards it with a purpose and, barely thinking, began to climb. The branches did not even concede to bend under her newfound weight. This would be her home, her own domain to protect. This would be where she would prosper. [hider=Summary]The lifeblood notices an albino tiger-type thing struggling to hunt and decides to give it a blessing. When all is said and done, it's about 25 feet long, furless, and has near-perfect active camouflage. It decides to take up residence in the genesis tree, as only it can support her immense weight. Dewfrost wanted me to put a chamel-lion pun in here somewhere but it's more of a tiger so this is me acknowledging her pun anyway. [/hider] [hider=Might Cost] 0 might: create a legendary beast of phenomenal power (The Painted Cat) [/hider]