Msingi

You are about to leave when another lioness catches your eye. Her sandy skin is covered by a panther pelt and a bird sits on her back. But that’s not what caught your eye. Nor is it the medal carved with strange symbols that hangs from her neck. No it’s the her bobbed tail. Did lionesses usually have a tail? You think they do. You also think that they don’t have large fangs or eyes that are replaced with lich flames. She rises and stares at you. She walks off and you wander away. After a while you forget about the odd lioness. Only to then get tackled by a strong force. It rams into you and you collapses onto the ground. The lioness glared down at you. Claws unsheathed and at you neck. Her soulless eyes rake through your entire being. Satisfied, she rises and leaves you panting heavily in the dirt.