<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/21V9ZpL.jpg)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Mahsati, the Moon Whisper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214888.msg13653077#msg13653077)</span><br/>Elven Feral Huntress (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1388650)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hiding the kitchen with the scorpion Dreaming-Venom<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Pride<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: Aspect: +2 Dex<br/><strong>Initiative</strong>: +6 (currently +7)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats:</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong>: 28 | 31 <strong>AC</strong>: 18 (<strong>T</strong>: 14, <strong>FF</strong>: 14) | <strong>CMD</strong>: 19<br/><strong>Speed</strong>: 30 | <strong>Perception Bonus</strong>: +11<br/><strong>Spells</strong>: First: <del>4</del> 3  Second: <del>3</del> 0<br/><strong>Teamwork Feat</strong>: Spirit of the Corps</div></div><hr/><br/>Mahsati contemplated Pride's question as she unceremoniously dumped the unconscious form of the human woman next to her new pets.  She hissed at the scribe, baring the unnatural fangs crowding her bestial jaw.  The effect was enhanced by the blood of her later victims - the ones she'd had to hunt down as a cat - smeared across her face, neck and chest, dripping in rivulets down her arms.  She didn't eat primly as an animal, and she'd been hungry from the long chase.  "Talk to Doesn't Call without permission, she is beaten.  Touch her, she is beaten.  Annoy me, she is beaten.  Yes?  You understand, weakling?  She is mine now. Stay away."<br/><br/>Turning to the broken wreck of a woman, she grabbed the girl's hair and forced her head around, made her see the blood.  "Rest dead.  I eat hearts, to steal their strength.  If Doesn't Call had called them in...slaves, but still alive.  You still have your tongue.  Next time, you obey, yes?  Better for you.  Better for them."  She nudged the female captive with a foot, then began to strip her down.  "This one doesn't need tongue, either.  Or toes.  Fingers.  Can be beaten.  These will happen when you disobey.  If you run, she dies.  If you die, she dies.  Slowly.  I disembowel with talon.  Eat while she still breathes.  Mahsati is cruel.  But also kind, you will learn when you obey.  Keep you safe.  Protected.  Comfortable, pleasured, loved.  You shall become good pet.  Only question is how many your foolish kills first.  I suggest you work hard to be good pet."<br/><br/>Smiling at the Cardinal, she shrugged.  The priest's demon patron was nothing to her; what did she care if the slaves said a few words about it?  "They will love me for letting them live and escape pain.  Or they won't."<br/><br/>The demon worshipper was wise to turn his mind to larger problems, however, and Mahsati turned hers there as well.  "Need water before goats or crops.  Need tools for water.  Need to trade, or raid; whichever is easiest."