<img alt="Image" src="http://i.imgur.com/Q5NgHA1.png"/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://www.dropbox.com/s/h6xs0ccakjh08sj/Kala_PF.pdf?dl=0">Sheet</a><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Kala</span><br/><br/>She'd been observing the t-shirt sale with increasing confusion. The shirts were meant to... tell people if you were a predator or prey? A strange innovation, especially as any who chose to name themselves prey were unworthy of becoming it. When the feline saw a mouse tamely offering itself as a possible meal, though, her lip curled and she strode<span style="font-style: italic">past</span>the shameful rodent and to the T-shirt seller.<br/><br/>"These shirts are a fouling of nature's way," Kala rumbles in a voice that seems a bit too powerfully bass for her relatively slight and curvy frame. "A true predator would turn up their nose at any meals who did not have the strength of mind and body to fight back against their betters." She snatches one of the predatory shirts, and her ears flatten back as she looks at the size of it; unlike the big centaur, though, Kala uses her claws. A few swipes and the sleeves and most of the midriff are gone; a cut down the side turns it from a mangled shirt to something like a breast-length apron, and<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>she drapes over her shoulders to sit on her chest with a severe tent to them. Looking around, she snorts, and heads over to the naga- at least this one had the decency not to bring shame upon its honorable heritage. "I had heard that the city dwellers have lowered the act of eating a thinking being from a show of honor and respect to simply filling a meal, and these shirts don't disabuse me of that notion. These sad things would fill a hole in your body, but do nothing for your soul- if you are so hungry that you need them, very well, but..." she trails off, shaking her head in sorrow at the poor state of spiritual health in this town.<br/><br/><br/>[[Let's just start off right, shall we? Kala is Making An Entrance.<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/317279">Intimidation</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+10</span><span style="font-weight: bold">26</span>Also, scaring the hell out of the dwarf handing out shirts. XD]]