You wake up, dazed and bloody on a field of grass. A silhouette of a figure. A...white as snow lion...? Your eyes close, drowsy. Blood loss... Not good... You blink to see a guy, shouting, Hey! Wake up-!
Intro Shifter. All shifters are being hunted. His 'go-to' shift is a white lion. Maybe a dozen shifters left in existence. [You can be anything]
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