~ She was a petite little woman with a joyful soft spoken voice. She had the most beautiful scarfs in the world. Solid, prints, patterns and floral too, always in purple or a purple hue. She was raise on an island but never would tell anyone the name. As a child of 5 she was walking to school when out of the blue 2 panthers appeared. She froze and didn?t even blink. One panther was black the other deep purple. Both jumped towards her the black one first. She jumped to get out of the way when all of a sudden her face was mauled. Multiple bites brought her to her knees. The pain made her pass out. As she awoke the blank panther was dead. The purple panther was curled up by her to comfort her like a best friend. The purple panther with a mane iridescent like feathers on a hummingbird. As she grew until she left the island the purple panther was always by her side. Yes! Her scars are deep and some ugly too. Her face is always covered by a scarf only of purple. When the sun reflects her scarf reflects tones of pink and purple too.... She wears purple as a tribute too the Mythical Purple Panther that saved her life and created a story for me to share with you.