Afilada was excited for this opportunity. On her world, Corell, she was an outcast. Her propensity for anger and violence had caused her to be driven out of her home village. At more than two meters tall she had been the largest person she knew. She had sleek black fur covering her entire body except for the pads on her feet.
Looking at her you would think this is the perfect fusion of a cat and a humanoid. Her limbs were slender but covered in powerful corded muscles. She stood upright on two elongated paws. The arms ended not in a paw but in a hand with four dexterous fingers, one of which functioned as an opposable thumb. Both her paws and her fingers had retractable claws much denser than those used to shred a couch. The ears were still pointed but had moved slightly farther away from each other. Her eyes were a blazing yellow that glowed in low light.
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Currently she was looking down on a rabbit person. No longer being on her world, she felt no need to be bound by their laws. This thing had something she wanted and it refused to give it to her, so with a quick slash it was left with its throat torn open and it lay there thrashing as she watched it bleed out. Some of the blood had sprayed onto her arm and she slowly licked it off. The rich coppery taste was intoxicating.
Bending down she picked up the sword it had been carrying and strapped it to her belt. Corellians don’t normally wear clothes, but their tutorial manager had given them all belts as a way to carry the items they would find.
Looking over her shoulder to the tiger person standing behind her she said “Let’s go, the dungeon must be just ahead. I want another rare stone at least.”
They may have seen her as unwanted in their civilized world, but here, she was the apex predator. Soon they would all know her name as she crushed the other races. And then, the rules would be what she said they were.