Wrapped in tiger-print sin, the leotard clings like it was painted on with wicked intentions, but I suppose that’s to be expected given just how naughty BabyZelda knows herself to be at all times.
Orange and black stripes hug every curve, bold and untamed, as if they were made for prowling, teasing, and toying with anyone unlucky enough to cross her path. The fabric stretches just enough with every move, proving that this feline doesn’t just walk—she stalks, she slinks, she owns the room with every slow, deliberate step. Soft, velvety tiger ears perch on her head, twitching ever so slightly, catching every heartbeat, every held breath, every poor soul who thought they stood a chance against this jungle queen.
BabyZelda doesn’t pounce. She doesn’t need to. She lets the prey come to her, drawn in like helpless little mice, mesmerized by the way she stretches, the way she moves, the way she practically purrs with every calculated motion!
Name: BabyZelda
Gender: Female
Body Type: Slim/Petite
Ethnicity: Various
Hair: Always Different
Eyes: Blue
Age: 25
