<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><span style="font-style: italic">Sherani gulps down another warrior as she sidesteps a hurled bolt of lightning. A pair of unforunate lycans take the hit for her, screaming as their metal armor conducts the deadly current. Three more Gorvax casualties to brag about later. The dragon-giant Lesik's three heads roar in anger, and his sorcerous tail begins crackling with power as he prepares to fling another spell in Sherani's direction. Well, it's not going to be that easy! Lunging forward, her bloated belly not hindering her in the slightest, Sherani slams an elbow into Lesik's groin. She continues her assault as the monster crumples to his knees, raining down blows on the heads and shoulders until she's certain he's not getting up again.<br/><br/> "We're sorry!" Lesik's center head wails. "We didn't mean it, really! If we'd known you were so tough, we'd've never messed with you or your friends! Please, let us go just this once..."<br/><br/>"Yeah, let us go!" The left head chimes in. "We'll run away, and never ever come back! We'll tell people how great you are! Nobody will ever mess with you again, ever!"<br/><br/>"ue prmsh!" The right head concludes, its jaw broken and both eyes swelled shut.<br/><br/>Sherani gives a derisive snort as glares down at the pathetic mutant crime boss.  "Pfft! Like I'd just let you go after you attacked my family! I'm gonna teach you and your goons a lesson!"<br/><br/>"A lesson?" The three heads quiver in terror.<br/><br/>Sherani grins as her feral side kicks in, the stripemarks on her skin darkening and furring over. "Yeah, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do! First, I'm gonna pound the ever-lovin' crap out of you an' your Gorvax flunkies. Then, I'm gonna tear you into little pieces an' eat you. Then..." She glances over her shoulder to Jenzik and her old friend Baldasarre, already oiling their muscles for step three. "Then, I'm gonna join my buddies for a victory screw in YOUR old tent."<br/><br/>"Noooooo!" The three heads bawl in unison.<br/><br/>"YES!" Sherani roars. Her fist descends...</span></div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">*CLONK*</span></span><br/><br/>The sensation of her fist striking solid oak rouses Sherani out of her dreamworld. Her arm is a bit slower on the uptake, attempting to follow through with her sleep-punch and deliver a deathblow to... the headboard. Blinking groggily, she sits up to rub the sting from her knuckles. A ray way-too-bright sunlight burns the fog of sleep from her eyes and mind, taking with it the last of her nighttime fantasy.<br/><br/>Her eyes light on Ureck, surprised to see the collie bundled up on the floor next to her bed.<span style="font-style: italic">What's he doing here? Oh, right... I gave him that invite, didn't I? Must've let him in without wakin' all the way up. Glad he didn't take that the wrong way or anything- real gentleman there, lettin' a gal get her beauty rest without tryin' anything funny!</span>She grabs her boots and tiptoes into the hallway, careful not to wake him from his well-earned rest.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>"Ah..." Sherani pats her flattened tummy and slams the outhouse door shut, leaving Sheera's remains where they belong.<span style="font-style: italic">Fulla crap, that lady. Now crap's fulla her.</span>Sherani chuckles a bit at her own joke as she heads back to her room for a quick rinsing-off, her step quickened by the smell of fresh coffee and other breakfast goodies drifting in from the tavern proper. As soon as she finishes her washing, she tosses the rag aside and heads downstairs to see who else is up.<br/><br/><br/>{Edit: Fixed a couple of grammatical errors in the dream.}