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(This truly is how I always thought Kiba should look. I love other renditions by other artists greatly but I cannot think of any other way Kiba should look. Dez did this for me awhile ago when things were less hectic, I just haven't been able to post anything in quite some time. Hopefully I'll get some more time here and get my ass in gear!)

(Additional edit! Actually sat down and wrote quite a bit out for his backstory. Nothing lewd, just story.)

A name is very important. For the liger, his first one mattered so little, but the last felt like something that always called to him. Was it genetic? As a youth he often asked his father what their last name meant. Every time he was met with a level of indifference. 'What did it matter? A name is just a name.' This would lead to the feline growing up with a healthy appreciation for literature and words. When his hobby finally came across the word that his last name seemed to derive from, he was rather taken aback at how another word was synonymous. Sin.

His household had not been that of a religious sort, but he fixated on both words for the longest time. "An immoral act seen as an act against divine law." "To feel an overwhelming sense of achievement in one's own actions." The word hubris was also seeming to be akin to the word. His research led him to look at his family lineage and discern where exactly the original had adopted the name or applied it, but the records seemed to not go back very far. His father was a lion, noble but at times stubborn to a fault. His mother had been a tiger, but he never knew her. Just like anything he asked of his father he was met with what could only feel like a dismissive gesture of indifference.

As he grew up he often questioned his own motivations in any decision he had. Am I a bad person? Do I come from bad people? Like with many he grew a moral compass from the sheer guilt of what "could" be done against someone else and not necessarily what did. Anytime he ever felt like he wronged someone, he was quick to do his best to amend the situation. One day something happened that no one could amend for the Heir to the Pride namesake, his father passed away.

Liver failure was the cause of death. His father had been drinking for years, but the youth never knew just how bad it was until he was old enough to know. Many times he would find the old bastard sprawled out on the floor barely wearing a shred of clothing. Now he was gone, and the young liger felt like he had done nothing to stop it. In his grief he sold off everything he had inherited before whomever might try to swoop in and claim what they could as his guardian could take advantage. With no known relatives he was placed into a foster situation which he promptly emancipated himself from. The money he had saved up had been placed into an account only he could access. The lavish lifestyle he put himself up into was a constant haze. His grades were plummeting to put it in the nicest manner. What was he supposed to do now? He had no one to guide him or show him what a proper response was in all this.

The years passed and his experiences were too many to count. Being so young and on his own helped him understand the value of hard work and what things would cost. With what he had he once again sold all he had just to be able to wander and see the world instead of worrying about his future. This is when he began finding a family of his own. The city he appropriated as his own was the most comfortable he had ever been or felt. He met others, much like himself and since he had so much now to spare, he gave many of them a home. Adopted siblings he called most of them. There was no legal papers or courts involved, but they all had this same sensation, like they were supposed to find one another. That's when his research in his youth paid off.. Pride wasn't the only Sin, and Virtues were just as easy to come by in this crazy whirlwind of a city.