OOC and rules stuff<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;">Hmm… well, ‘demigirls’ have an entry on the ‘prime’ page and ‘humanoid-beastwomen’ have an entry on the ‘beastspace’ page. But really, since all creatures are a blending of genes, there is a continuum between the two. Thus at the margin whether you are a ‘girl’ or a ‘beastwoman’ is a matter of self-identification and attitude. Although maybe the main difference is that feline-beastwomen are happy to eat their friends if they can’t catch other live prey, whereas demi-cat-girls mostly eat ‘food’ rather than live things, and when they do need live things they usually prefer non-sentient prey. <br/><br/>PS: Just roll the dice you think are appropriate for each challenge/combat, saying where each comes from if it is not clear (so in this case, you might just say ‘one from race-quality because tiger-beast-women are surefooted’). For context Katti would not have any bonus to ‘strength’ which I’d been imagining a tiger-beast-woman might. But we should stay relaxed about the rules!</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Grozdana</span><br/><br/>The tiger-beast-woman simple charges down the slope in leaps and bounds, barely - but slightly - inconvenienced by the shifting scree of the slope. The demigirl, catbeastwoman, whatever, murmurs something<span style="font-style: italic">seductive</span>about becoming<span style="font-style: italic">close</span>to me, and then follows as if the slope is wide and broad as any street.<span style="font-style: italic">Pervertia’s Disease</span>, I thought, which explained everything. The sickness of the mind which made being devoured seem downright delightful. If we were alone I could just draw the pretty demigirl into a kiss, slip my arms around her back, my lips around her head, and slowly slurp her… I cut the thought off<span style="font-style: italic">hard</span>. I didn’t have fantasies about the gorgeous, helpless gathering girls I guarded. Not ever. Not even how the monsters<span style="font-style: italic">moaned</span>their pleasure, when they got them…<br/><br/>I’d only ever… eaten… one living thing. The frogmonster’s tongue had lashed out, wrapped about me, drawn my close to its gaping lips and stretchy stomach… but it’d been small, quite small, and instead it’d been<span style="font-style: italic">my</span>lips that’d stretched around its squishy form. It’d been… slimy. But satisfying. And the way it’d hopped and wriggled within my tum… but it’d just been a frog. Just a frog. Nothing wrong with that.<br/><br/>Then there were the other fantasies, the ones that came only in the deepest dark of the night, firm in the grip of my bed. The ones where the monstergirl<span style="font-style: italic">caught</span>me, and… but I didn’t have Pervertia’s Disease. I<span style="font-style: italic">didn’t</span>.<br/><br/>The Kari crested the slope, its eight-legged armored form simply tipping onto it, and proceeding down as if it were nothing.<span style="font-style: italic">”Run!</span>” I screamed, waiting but a moment as Katti corralled the girls and<span style="font-style: italic">moved</span>- I heard Marija’s frantic, panicked squeaking as her natural mousegirl terror of Katti took hold for a precious lost moment of delay - then turned to run myself.<br/><br/>And tripped. Maybe if I hadn’t distracted myself by thinking about...<br/><br/>I sprawled face-first in the dirt. Katti glanced back at me, eyes widening in pain and fear and regret - and turned away, as the tiger-beastwoman’s shadow fell across me “Go!” She shrieked, shoving the girls on their way. “Go! Go!”<br/><br/>Mechanics:<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;">Fleeing in an endurance-chase kind of way. Grozdana, Katina (Katti) and Vesele all roll one dice (catgirls of Katti’s type do not have additional stamina, they’re more in the way of being ambush predators - or lapcats). Marija rolls two because mice (and micegirls) have good endurance for continuous scampering. Ishidora rolls two because she’s an explorer who also has good endurance). <span style="font-weight: bold">Results:</span> Grozdana 2, failure; Katina 4, success; Vesele 5, success; Marija 3, 3, success, but with an additional small negative thing, Ishidora 4, 5, success.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Setting note:<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;">IIRC being eaten in Duamutef’s universe is super-fun. Pervertia’s Disease is just what girls who haven’t realised this yet call this realisation… everyone has the same secret fantasy about being eaten, so they often feel ashamed and worried that they have some early stage of the disease, too.</div></div></div>