Excerpts of Tindra's Life
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_She crept through the brush quietly, stalking her prey. The big panther purred to herself, knowing that this bunch was the last of the bugbears. It had been a good hunt, with many of the ugly brutes crying out in fear before she tore them apart. With just a few more steps, she'd be in position to-
A sudden meow pierces the air. The bugbears, already spooked by knowing they were the last of their group, ran screaming that the demon cat was after them. The panther hrmphed, and looked about to see where the meowing came from. Another meow shrilled, followed by another and another. Within moments the woods were filled with the deafening sound of cats meowing and yowling. The panther growled and roared, though even then the meowing proved louder. Frustrated at her hunt being ruined and annoyed with the cacophony of meows, the panther flopped to the ground and put her hands over her ears.
"Yes, my dears, I'm getting up. Food will be ready in a moment."_
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Tindra's eyes popped open groggily as she felt somebody get up next to her. Meowing continued much to the waking werecat's annoyance. The piercing yowls made her headache unbearable. Looking around her, she noticed she was laying on a bed in a room that was filled with cats. Tindra closed her eyes for a moment with paws still over her ears and tried to sort her thoughts.
"Wherre in Selûne's name am I?" she asked herself. "And what the f$@k happened last night afterr Fight Night?"
The meowing soon stopped, replaced by the sound of who knows how many cats eating. Tindra sighed, though she noted that her headache didn't seem to throb any less painfully. "Ugh. Neverr gonna drrink that much dwarrven stout in one night again."
"And how's our guest panther?" a voice suddenly asked, startling Tindra. "I hope you aren't feeling too bad. I still wonder how a beautiful cat like you got into some dwarven beer. You're lucky you ran into me, I'm sure others would have done cruel things to a drunken panther."
Tindra turned her head up and saw the voice belonged to Hedia. She blinked for a moment at the priestess of Sharess. She shook her head with a low growl and put it down on the pillow.
"Aw, you got a hangover, don't you? Don't worry, kitty, I'll take good care of you." Hedia reached over and straightened a red ribbon that was tied around Tindra's neck.
"Rreally not going to drrink that much dwarrven stout in one night," The werecat thought to herself. "Could be worrse, I suppose. Wonderr how I should get out of here."
Fingers started to massage her scalp and behind her ears, suddenly making the headache throb less. Tindra sighed and closed her eyes.
"Maybe I'll wait on leaving… least until the hangoverr's gone..."
Author's note: My apologies for taking some liberty with Hedia, but I couldn't resist writing a little epilogue to Tindra's drunkenness after Fight Night.
