In a place, far, far from here...
She was a meek and sweet little amasii lioness; barely five feet to the top of her dark haired head, and with and fur and exotic patterning and just the right about of curve.
The Traveling Slave Pt7
The hare found purchase first and managed to dislodge the tiny, angry amasii lioness with little more than a tuft of hair between her teeth.
Bets behind his back
"...No, Listen Scion, I don't care that you have a buyer in Pakistan lined up already. Tell them if they want the merch, it can wait until I get back, or have one of the fucking new guys handle it! Leroy, or whateverthefuck his name is..." Isiat...