[ WP ] The last surviving member of a once prestigious warrior clan is getting ready to die .

I was the last of my kind. 
 
 I sunk into a crouch as I approached the man, and he did the same. Brandishing a strange looking stick, he stood his ground, showing only the tiniest signs of fear. 
 
 Around my shoulders, a great pelt of white like a canvas, streaked with jagged black stripes. I drew my lips back into a grimace, boldly displaying my teeth. I crept along the ground in a silent dance at first, but eventually resigned to my fate and approached in a straight line. 
 
 The man lowered the stick he had been holding towards me, one end pointed directly between my eyes. 
 
 I knew what had happened to my brethren, and I knew that this man sought to kill me and end my race. 
 
 Our eyes met for a brief moment, and then... 
 
 I pounced. 
 
 The end of the stick exploded. 
 
 The Caspian Tiger was extinct.
