Kat was sitting on the edge of her bed, the muzzle one hand, the other around the swell of her stomach.  Her slender fingertips traced the fresh leather of the contraption with idle interest.  Her bed was more of a large round fancy mound of cushions covered in rich furs and satin.  Cross has insisted upon it and she knew by now his interest in her.  But she simply didn't have the time or mindset to even begin to consider the possibility.  In her mind, there were way more important things that took presidence.  He had set her room up before she had even had a chance to protest, which had mildly annoyed her.<br/><br/>The room itself was quaint but luxurious.  It had her bed, which included several plush pillows, furs, and sheets of satin, decked with a round canopy of sheer black fabric to match the dark colors of her bed scheme.  The only thing she really appreciated about the bed itself was the fact that the mesh around it kept most of the bugs out.  The rest of the room was adored with a couple of plush chairs, a small love seat and a table with several high back chairs around it, to be used for when she had to have meetings in her tent.  Hers was one of the largest in the camp  The only one larger was the community tent, which included another far larger table to conduct business.  Against the far wall was another table lined with pitchers, glasses, and platters used to store wines and various other drinks and fruits.  Beside that was a small portable wardrobe and a folding screen for her to change behind.<br/><br/>Tonight, she wore a long white skirt, which was slitted up at each thigh.  Above that, was a simple white sleeveless shirt, which was corseted across her breasts and stretched over the length of her swollen stomach.  Her feet were bare and she wore her waist length fiery red hair in waves down her back.  Somehow, the pregnancy had caused her hair to seem even thicker than normal and her waves were a little more pronounced, almost able to be considered curls.<br/><br/>Her attention was drawn to the flapped opening of her tent when she heard noise outside of it.  After a moment, one of the guards entered and announced that there were visitors outside the gates.  She paused for a moment, remembering Athekka had mentioned a priest that had come to assist them.  "Identify the visitors and if it is the priest, let him and his company in.  Send him to my tent.  Also, please send me a goat, I need to feed."<br/><br/>The man looked at her, eyes narrowed for a moment.  "I do not know why you bother to feed on petty livestock."  He muttered, obviously disapproving of her methods of feeding.  Many in her camp were more vicious in nature and held to the belief that humans were nothing more than cattle.  They had only aligned with their effort because Amen-Ra and Amunet were more of a threat and they knew there was more of a possibility of defeating them in numbers.  Kat gave the man a sharp gaze and stood suddenly, the brilliant electric blues with her eyes flashing and they began to churn softly like a brewing storm.  "If you dislike my method so much, I could just feed on you."  She said sharply.<br/><br/>The man looked her over for a moment, as if sizing her up and considering weither or not rising to the challenge was worth his effort.  After a few moments, he left her tent silently and she allowed herself to relax a little.  There had been many times she had had to assert her dominance.  Many of them, when finding out how she fed had assume her to be a weak leader.  A few times, she had had to defend herself and even kill in the process just to make it known that she was not to be taken lightly.  There were still times now that someone spoke up, but it happened less and less.<br/><br/>After a few minutes had passed, another guard entered her tent, hauling a goat behind him.  He silently attached the leather cord to one of the support beams within the tent and only glanced at her once before leaving her in silence.  She eyed the door for a moment or two before kneeling upon the ground infront of the donkey, her hands gently coming up around it's muzzle.  She began to sing softly, a wordless haunting melody to calm the beast.  She reached one hand out and gently stroked it's fur.  After a few more moments, she pressed the palms of her hands firmly around each side of it's head and her eyes met the beast's own.  She slowly let her nails lengthen a little and while the beast was calm, she drove the tips a little within it's flesh, enough to began to feed from the animal.  As she fed, she was completely enamored with the process, tuning out the world itself, ignoring the feeling of her growing child moving within her stomach, her flesh and hair beginning to glow softly as the energy drained from the creature and was absorbed into her body.  When she was done, there was nothing left but a dried husk of what the animal once had been.