Meet Samson, citizen of the Shrouded Isles. Those of you who'd like to see (much) more of him (and are of legal age! These stories are seriously NSFW!) should give a read to The Future is Wyld, or at least Chapter 5 of it, which features Samson and the Shrouded Isles both.

The Isles are a setting that I came up with as part of an X-Men related RP years and years back. The Isles were a set of islands located off the coast of England, shrouded in fog and mist that kept it largely from outside detection. It had a history of its own, but the current inhabitants were a group of mutant-isolationists who had fled the outside world and set up their own (arguably) utopic society within. One of the keys of this society was its breeding program, which kept inbreeding from being as large an issue, while also serving to minimize terribly negative mutations.

Samson was *not* born as part of that program, but instead as a fluke result of his Lion father and Tiger mother hooking up. Like all Ligers, he was born big and only got bigger, to the point where he dwarfs most other furs. Like almost all Ligers, he was also born sterile, which meant that he was pretty much on the bottom of the Isle's society... or would have been, if not for his mutation.

Samson might not be able to have children, but instead he has a potent connection to the earth, which grants him the ability to make plants sprout from seed, soil, and even a hint of moisture. As a result, his powers have been a crucial part of the agriculture projects on the Isles, and allowed him the respect that he has managed to earn.

Here, as illustrated by  tygurstar, we see him tending to his garden, working the fields and generally making himself useful. He might prefer meat when it's available, but when you live in an isolated community, you come to be just fine with what you can grow without depopulating the local fauna.