"Hmph."<br/><br/>Sherani gives her stomach a good thump for the hell of it, just to rile up her second breakfast. Her food-filled belly ripples from the strike, ringing out like a sloshy, overtight drum to announce her latest conquest. Something from within tickles at her palm, scrabbling weakly for a moment before spasming and falling back into the background churning. Seems Prendar's finally bitten the dust, which means Nera will be headed the same way shortly... but not before Sherani can salt her wounds just a little bit more.<br/><br/>"Shoulda run while you had the chance, kitty," she taunts. "Back in Falteen, we've got a special name for people like you- cocky little furballs who think they can mess with the Hara clan." The shifter grins at the barely twitching feline lump inside her as her belly groans in anticipation.<br/><br/>"We call 'em<span style="font-weight: bold">tiger chow.</span>Welcome to the food chain, kitty."<br/><br/>With that, Sherani's digestive system sets into Nera with a vengeance, churning violently as a fresh waves of digestive enzymes washes over her denuded and rapidly reddening skin. The sounds of the helpless catgirl's demise fill the alleyway and spill into the street beyond, declaring in no uncertain terms what will happen if anyone else thinks tiger is on the menu today. Only when the last convulsion of Nera's body ceases does she allow her belly - and the rest of her body - to relax.<br/><br/>Or tries to, at least. As her adrenaline rush subsides, Sherani's attention is drawn back to the stinging pain running across her chest courtesy of her psychotic breakfast.<br/><br/>"Sonuva..." Sherani mutters as she traces the edge of the cut, wincing when her finger brushes a tender spot. "Lil! Come fix this, will ya?" she whines. Her tone is more impatient than hurt, despite the bleeding gash across her chest... as usual, the Falteen brawler's tact and common sense arrive a few paces behind her tongue to remind her why she was charging into battle to begin with, and why Ureck is playing security blanket for a mousegirl.<br/><br/>"Er, after your buddy, I meant," she adds a bit sheepishly. "She's okay, right?"<br/><br/><br/><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;">Passive digest: 1d6 (max) + 7 = 13<br/>Active digest #1: 5 + 7 = 12<br/>Active digest #2: 5 + 7 = 12<br/><br/>Sherani has ended her rage.<br/>Sherani has ended her shifting.<br/><br/>Sherani - <span style="color: #FFBF00">47/72</span> - AC 16 (+1 armor, +4 con, +1 dex), fatigued (until end of encounter)</div></div></div>