<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Tigrasidepanel2.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Greer Grant / Tigra<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Magically Altered Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avengers Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone, Jack, Johnny Storm<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The feline woman had started to move past the canine like creature, wanting to taunt and tease even though a war was ready to start. She looked back to Johnny as he turned her to face him. Her green eyes stared at his lips as he spoke, her own lips curled at the corner as she replied back in a near husky voice.<br/><br/><strong>"It's Tigra, hot stuff."</strong><br/><br/>She winked at him and placed a hand on his cheek before leaning in close to his lips and whispering the last of her reply. Her warm breath could be felt across his skin as she was close enough to kiss. However the warmth of such a touch never came.<br/><br/><strong>"Everything is purrrfect."</strong><br/><br/>She sashayed away from him as her hand dropped from his face. The same slender hand pushed back her long dark tresses as she padded across the floor. Tigra slipped by Jack making sure to rub against him as she did and headed straight for the stairs. She'd bound up them toward the upper level where they were supposed to be gathering. A fight was to be had and she wanted to be at the forefront, claws ready for rending, feet ready for pouncing. But, first, food was needed. Her stomach growled with the hunger that gnawed inside. The kitchens would be down further, and hopefully they'd have some milk. The smell of burgers still wafted through the air along with the crispy fries that were salted to perfection. Her mouth watered and her steps increased in pace as she figured just what she wanted. Food. Fighting. Then playtime. She all but purred at those thoughts and shifted directions moving downstairs instead, to the dorm level floor.