Hidden on the bluff near the falls the flame eyed half-tigress watched the activity below. The daily buissiness of feeding and exercising the pegasi happened no matter the weather and today was a particullarly gloomy and wet day. By rights she should have had a place down there. She had been the heir before those little rats came along. They were not even pureblood cats. Instead they were some sort of disgusting mutant catlike thingy, despite their feline apperance.
But soon they would get what was coming to them. The game was afoot and now that she had slipped the bonds of the dungeon the tigeress wanted vengance.
But soon they would get what was coming to them. The game was afoot and now that she had slipped the bonds of the dungeon the tigeress wanted vengance.