Tamara and Atlya: Pet RP

[Randomness]

The moon was held high, Lady Sky deciding to wear her luminescent necklace, one that shined wonderfully even in the darkness of night. It let loose it's lovely glow upon the quaint villiage underneath it.... villiage, colony, town, whatever, all applied.

How many wooden huts with straw roofs were there..... 10? 20? It was easy to count, it wasn't that big of a gathering. The huts were all positioned close to each other, symbolizing the closeness of each resident. If one were to die, it wasn't a stranger... it was a blood relative, a loved one... and it was ever the more painful. Sadly enough, this was fairly often... mice didn't have the highest survival rates. The only real protection was in numbers.

While most residents would be asleep, this was left for the day amongst the villagers. During night,w as when they would all come out to play, talk, mingle... do their business. Children laughed and played, doing some crude form of tag... or perhaps a little game of 'chase', which was simply survival practice disguised as a game for the children.

The adults were also merry, communicating with each other while they gathered water, or farmed some of the small plots of crop, which pretty much consisted of potatoes. Mice weren't that good agriculture-wise, potatoes was all they could really grow.

It seemed that the majority were females... which was easy to understand, the birthrate being 5:2 in favor of females. The males were positioned outside of the villiage... crude spears in hand, though bodies obviously weary. They rarely slept... they had to constantly stay awake, to watch for those that would want to harm the villiage.

A little girl.... my goodness, she was all kinds of adorable. Her pelt was of the rarest kind... being a pure white, going along with her pink eyes, that shined like bright rubies... it was quite evident that she was an albino... how rare, how exotic. Ears were a bit bigger than normal for her age, along with the length of her tail... but that simply added to her image of perfection, or pure adorableness. Her tail tapped the air as she played with the other little ones, lost in her sense of enjoyment.

How adorable, beautiful all these mice were.

How delicious.

[Tamara]

Outside the villages, perched in the trees or hidden in the bushes, shadows were observing. Thoses shadows had eyes, which would shine once every often, as the light of the moon would reflect on them. But the shining would be so quick, so little, that it could be mistaken for the light of the stars through the foliage. Thoses shadows were also hungry, and this village of mices was like a big dinner served on a silver plate. The night was their ally, despite the bright moonlight, they were shadows among the shadows, stalkers of the night, ready to pounce, catch and gulp down their prey, to feast upon the weaker ones until their bellies would be full. How many shadows there was? Hard to say, but certainly more than enough to overwhelm the defenses of the village.

Moving with a feline grace, stealthily, the shadows began to advance towards the village, licking their sharp and pointy fangs in anticipated delight. The first sign of the attack would be the sound of a thud, then a soft crunch. Then another, then another, then a soft rustling, as the predators came closer and closer to their preys. Most probably, the sounds were not enough to have someone sound the alert, though it might make some of the male guards curious, thus driving them off of their posts. Soon, the pack of feline creatures would have disposed of half of the guards, with silent and deadly efficiency.

That's when their leader gives the sign of the attack. A loud growl, expressing all the hunger and evilness onlya feline can carry, is suddenly heard fairly close to the village, freezing it's inhabitant for a split moment. Which is more than enough. Leaping from all around the villages, feline shadows stroms into the small gathering of mice houses and begins their orgy of destruction.

[Randomness]

The first gone were the male guards.... the poor male population of the villiage. Even was children, they had the roughest part... they were often made fun of, or ridiculed by the female children. And why not? The males were considered inferior in their villiage, and thus were given the jobs with the highest mortality rates, and basically treated as dirt by almost everyone.

The guards ha dbeen dwelling on their pitiable life for a few moment, their bodies old and ragged with exhaustion and long nights of staying watch.... they got no sleep, and only a little bit too eat. Why should they eat when a female could eat their share? That's the logic they used in the villiage. Though, the guards suddenly snapped into attention, as they heard the rustling. Some where excited... perhaps this would be the chance where they'd get to prove themselves?

Spears drawn, 3/4's of them began to head into the rustling, going deeper into the heavily wooded area that surrounded the villiage. And once they were out of sight from the other guards, it was like a horror movie. One would go missing, the others would look about in confusion as one by one, a guard would disappear here or there, until there was only one left. Fear gripping him, he tried to run back to the villiage... needless to say, he didn't make it that far.

The other guards had only enough time to pique curiousity as to there whereabouts before they were attacked, the last one standing having enough time to let out a yell, before his voice was silenced forever. The yell was enough to be heard across the villiage, mousey heads raising up, as the females soon began to panic, running around just before the other creatures began to attack the villiage.

Some of the little mice had been picking on a small, brown little mouseboy, kicking and punching him. He lay in the dirt crying, his tail curled tightly around his small body. Though, he sniffed as he noticed the kicking and punching stopped, and raised his head in curiousity, just to see a large tigress infront of him. Was there really a scarier site for a child?

Mice were dying this way and that, as some hurried to protect their kids, while others tried to get away themselves. The mother of the albino quickly grabbed her child, running into her hut that was in the middle of the villiage, so it would be the last one raided. The albino screamed and cried, but her Mother quickly clapped a hand over the pretty little mouse, as she moved into the hut, pushing tables and chairs back, till she came to a small square behind a wooden contraption, a hidey-hole. She quickly pushed the child into the hole, but not before giving her a tear-filled hug, telling the chld to be quiet.

"Sssh... stay here. If anyone tells you to come out, and it isn't me.... don't come out. Stay in there. I... I promise to be back."

And she ran out of the hut, to see if there was anybody she could help.

[Tamara]

The tigress looks down at the brown mouseboy. She is truly scary, a sadistic grin on her muzzle, exposing her glistening and bloodied fangs. She licks her lips, which also sports speckles of blood, same goes for her whole muzzle, her arms and chest. Her claws are out, covered in blood too, fresh blood. There might be scarier sight than her, but this particular mice will not live long enough to have a chance to see them. The tigress picks him, give him a long wet slurp, tasting him, loving the fear emanating from him, then she plops him on her maw. Tilting her head back, Tamara swallwos hard, sending the scared and screaming mousey down her gut, whole and alive. He quickly slides donw her gut, soon popping into her stomach, which is filled with dead mouses already, some whole, some torn in pieces. He shrieks as he falls into the gurgling soup of digestive acids, feeling the burn of the acids on his legs and lower belly, feeling things pass next to him as the tigress moves and continues the cranage, feeling his lungs being burned by the deadly vapor of the acids. Soon, his screams and shrieks are silenced, as his little body surrenders to the power of the bigger tigress.

Meanwhile the felines continued the massacre, grabbing mices that were running in fear on the streets, or storming into houses, destroying everything on their path and gobbling up the inhabitants one by one, olds and youngs, males and females, just picking them up and eating them, sometimes toying with them, in a cruel way, a cruelty only felines and a very few other species can show towards their preys. One of them, a slender male panther, notices the mouse running out of the house in the middle of the village. He leaps up, lands gracefully and almost silently behind the mouse, and, with one swipe of his claws, he ends her life, as the mouse's head detaches from her body and falls on the ground, blood spurting from her neck, body still standing up. Two quick gulps later, and all that remains of the mouse is a small pool of blood on the ground.

After what might seem a long moment to the albino, everythign suddenly goes quiet, and eerie silence floating around the village. The band of felines gathers in the small square in the middle of the village, just in front of the house the albino is hiding. During about half an hour, probably an eternity for the scared albino, she can hear the soft mrowls, mews and growls of the band of felines, while they lavish each other with tenderness and love, cleaning each other of any trace of the massacre, grooming each other furs gently, playing, fooling around together and rubbing their full bellies. Then they would slowly scatter, each one going back to it's own territory, leaving the tigress alone, because the village of mices was located on her territory.

Said tigress let out a cute whimper as her friends leaves, then she yawns and licks her chops. She needs to find a nice place to rest while she digest the mices, and she feels too tired and lazy to go abck to her den. So, she pads into the nearest house, and looks around, pondering if there is a bed around, ro something comfy she could lay on and sleep. She smiles as she spots the fireplace, with a fire still burning on it, and a nice comfy rug conveniently placed here. She goes there, curls up, and soon falls asleep. Silence fall on the house as she drifts asleep.

[Randomness]

Tragedy, emergency, Hell..... there were so many horrible words for what had happened. The little child... he was just a little boy. Granted, he didn't have much of a life to look forward to... but it was a life all in the same. His screams were small... frantic, his little body trying to struggle in all it's entirity, something that really didn't equal much. Could.... could this only be a dream? Some horrid nightmare... something that his fear of females produced while he was asleep, just to mess with his mind. But as he cried, and as he slid into the tight, rank stomach.... full of mice he knew, men.... women... children, he knew them all, and all were dead, or slowly dying. And than he felt it... the pain, the horrid pain that seemed to smother all over his body like some blanket, shattering out of his delusion of it all being a dream. And, as he passed out.... as his little candle was snuffed... perhaps it was better if he never found it out, if he kept his delusion. Even if it was false hope.... it was still hope all the same, and perhaps it would have given him comfort to accept his fate, instead of fear.

The mother.... it happened so fast, what could he have been thinking? Perhaps it was thoughts of her little one.... dear memories of how she loved her, and who else she could save. Perhaps she saw another little child... almost being caught by a tigress. And than, all of it was just5 swept away, her vision going black, her body falling in a limp... what was the purpose to life, if it could be taken away so easily?

Everything... it was all so horrible. The huts were burned, all except for the one that housed the little albino. Everything that had been proof of the mices excistence... all of it was wiped away or destroyed, the only thing being left that was proof of their lives being ashes, and the full bellies of felines.

Hours passed.... it felt like years, to the little child. She never slept... she simply sat there, trying not to cry... she was so scared, it was eating at her. Could she take it anymore? The urge to get out was almost suffocating her, just like the feeling of claustrophobia in the cramped hidey-hole. Finally.... finally she couldn't take it anymore, and slowly climbed out of the hole, her eyes being accustomed to the dark that signaled night, that fell quitely over the once happy villiages. And there she was... a horrible feline, belly only having a slighter bulge, sleeping on the place she used to sleep. What could she do? All she did was scream, and than try and silence it was her paw.

[Tamara]

Unfortunately for the little albino, the scream, though short and quickly silenced, is more than enough to awaken the sleeping tigress. Faster than the eye could see, she up on all fours, claws unsheated, growling deeply and baring her glistening fangs at whatever or whoever produced that scream, as she hates being disturbed when she digests a nice meal. She quickly calms down though, as she realizes what she has in front of her. Tamara's grin become darker, a hint of playfulness and evilness mixing in her voice, while she pads towards the cute little mouse, her claws scratching the wooden floor.

- Well, well, well... What do we have here? A survivor it seems... she purrs out softly, almost gently, if it wasn't for the cold tone.

She gets up and pads so close to the mouse that she could touch her, her tail swishing idly, head tilted a bit, looking like she's pondering on what to do with the mouse, or maybe on how to accomodate this unexpected dessert.

[Randomness]

She couldn't take her eyes off of the tigress... the great being of power that was before her. Was their a better creature suited for nature? Powerful, fast, intelligent, stealthy..... could take almost anything it wanted. And now it had it's sights on the little albino.

Knees began to shake, those lovely ruby eyes of hers starting to widen, a gulp being visible indicated by a small, moving bulge down her lovley throat. Her first initial thoughts were of fear.... of course, perhaps that really were her ONLY thoughts, or the thoughts that actually stayed with her.

"I... uh.... umm-mm..." All was said with a stutter, her voice being so deliciously drenched in fear, that it could be tasted on the very air. One word of what Tamara said actually stuck to her... and it took her a bit to realize it.

"S....S.... Survivor!?" She said this with dread, as she held her little stomach, her body lurching forward. The thought of everyone.... everyone being dead.... it made her feel sick.

[Tamara]

The slender tigress grins, her whiskers flicking some as she smell the fear emanating from the little albino mouse, a scent so thick as she nears her that she could practically taste it. Her tailtip flicks idly, ears perked up, still looking like she's thinking on what fate she should have the mouse suffer. It doesn't takes long for her to get an idea. A wonderful idea, one which promises lots of fun, at elast for the feline.

With a swift movement, she nearly curls around the albino mouse, her blunt feline snout inches from the mouse's, her paws gripping her shoulders, firmly, though she hés retracted her claws to avoid harming her newfound playtoy. Not now, not yet. The pain will come later, when the game will become more dangerous, or when she'll become tired of the trembling mouse.

- Yes, little one. A survivor... she purrs mercilessely inches from her face, her warm breathe blowing over the mouse's facial features, also carrying a hint of the scent of the mouses she ate.

- All your family, your friends, your relatives, are digesting away in the bellies of my fellow feline friends, and in mine, of course... she says with a savage grin, before shoving the scared mouse against the slight bulge on her tummy, making sure to press her big rodent ears against it.

- Listen! Listen to the gurgling, listen to my stomach processing all the ones you knew and loved, making them part of me, turning them into fuel to keep me running, to make me even stronger.

Then she grabs the chin of the albino, and raises it up, until she can lock her bright emerald eyes into the ruby orbs of the rodent, while keeping her ears against her belly. Her grip is firm and strong, almost painful.

- Tell me, little one: do you want to join them? whispers Tamara, while grinning more than enough to show her fangs, glistening with saliva.

[Randomness]

The little one had almost zero reaction time... how could she? The tigress was obviously a more advanced, a better suited species than her. She was stronger, she was faster, she was smarter... the little mouse would have stood no chance. What was her option? Do ou thik she could have possibly run? She'd make it perhaps... I dunno, a few feet? Maybe 5 yards? The tigress would be all over her.... fangs, claws, blood... it would not be a pretty end, and the thought made the little child even more nauseous.

But that was nothing compared to the sudden jolt of horrid fear that went through her, as she felt the warm body of the tigress press against her also warm body, the orange and black almost melding with the lovely white. The shoulders... they offered no resistence, merely lowering and giving up to the tigress's grip. What could she do? Fight, resist? That would only cause the child more pain... more fear, certain death. She didn't want to die.

She smelt the hot breath of death on her... the smell that carried the horrid odor of rotting flesh, of blood, and of... mouse. The little one couldn't help it anymore. Her stomach lurched, and her hands quickly went up to her mouth, as the little back arched, and the fluid began to leak through her fingers, spilling onto her perfect fur. It was a mixture of vegetables... and didn't smell too bad, but it was fairly sticky, and it left the little one hunched over, small droplets of the substance still clinging to her mouth, as she heaved and wretched.

And than he ear was shoved brutally to the tummy of the tigress... and the horrible noises of digesting mouse. Perhaps the only mercy was that she couldn't hear their screams.... couldn't hear the screams of friends, and of relatives. Tears came to her eyes, and it came out as a rather harsh sounding sob, as her throat was sore from her regurgitation. Little body trembeled, as her chin was now forced up, as she tried to avert the eyes of the tigress... but she couldn't. Body shaking, a few bits of the vomit clinging to her lovely mouth, and tears streaming down her face.... was there really a better thing a pred could want? Well, keep or leave the vomit.

"N...N...N....N-No..." Was her soft answer, as it was a mixture of high-pitched sobs and her throat trying to recover.

[Tamara]

Tamara briefly frowns as the albino mouse throws up, her whiskers flicking as she sniffs the air, glad that it doesn't smell too bad. But the frown is so brief that the mouse might not even see it. The feline acts as if she didn't noticed or cared about the regurgitation as she grabs the mouse and pull her close. A savage grin comes to her muzzle as the albino answers, letting her see her glistening fangs again.

- Thought so... she says, musing a bit.

- Yet, I can't let you go... You wouldn't make it far in the forest, there are other dangerous predators on theses parts... And it would ruin my reputation! They'd say I let one of my preys escaped, which never arrived! So, I guess I'll have to keep you until I'm hungry again... Unless you have a better idea, that is?

Then she rgabs the mouse by her neck, lifting her up easily, and, afetr a moment, she finally finds the bathroom. The tigress tosses the mouse unceremeniously into the bath.

- Clean yourself. I don't like eating critters who are covered on their own puke. And the smell is beginning to irritate my nose anyway, she orders her with a cold tone.

The feline looks around, then throws some soap to the albino, before sitting on the edges of the bathtub. If the mouse would look a bit closer, she'd see that the tigress seems to be young, somewhere on her twenties, and that her fur is obviously taken care of with great care and on a regular basis, as proven by the fact she's all clean despite the messy ordeal that happened mere hours ago. She is, of course, wearing no clothes, because such things tends to interfere with good hunting skills.

- What's your name? she asks, a bit brutally.

[Randomness]

Once the tigress's paw gripped her throat, the mouse thought it was all over. She uttered a small squeal, and struggeling and kicked her body, almost bracing herself for what was to happen. Blood, pain, death.... all of it would come, she was sure of it. And yet.... there was none of it, as the tigress simply held her, taking her into the bathroom.

And why would the little mouse have a need for something like clothing? Clothing interfered with running away, and they were too much of a hassle in the first place, along with the fact that they were simple villiage mice... not rich, fairly poor. In all, their bathroom was barely a seperate room, more like being a part of the main room, and the bath was simply a wooden contraption, hollowed to fit a mouse inside.

There was a large collection of water next to the tub, the clear surface rippeling as she dipped a small bucket in, collecting the water into the bucket, before pouring it over herself, rinsing the filth from her. All of the movements were done with a clutched face, and down eyes.... she had to hold back tears. What happened if she would cry? Or not do what she was told? She'd probably kill her... she'd have to obey, she couldn't cry. She had to be a big girl.

The mouse washed her lovely little body... slowly, almost hesitantly. As if she didn't really want to do what the tigress told her... but she had to, she had no other choice. The question the tigress ask went on for minutes unanswered... those little rubies still staring at the bottom of the tub, as her hands worked on her lovely wet fur, that was quickly beginning to dry.

".... E.... Er.... Erika..." Was her timid answer, an answer that was full of fear and sadness, testimoney to what the child had to deal with, and what she was feeling.

[Tamara]

Her ears swileved a bit in annoyance when the little mouse didn't answered, but the tigress decided not to mind this for the moement, while she looked around, curious as to what such small critters can hold inside their house. She realizes, with a small surprise, that they got the same kind of things that she has, thought the whole house looks poorer than her den. Yet, her den is also magical, in more ways than one, and it is doubtful theses mices knew any magic.

- Erika... she repeats when the mouse finally answers. A nice name for such a small critter like you...

Her eyes roams over Erika's body, detailing every features, trying to find out how old she might be, not really feeling like waiting ages for an answer from the scared albino rodent.

- Ok, that's enough, you're clean. Get out and dry yourself. We're going to get to my den then. You'll keep your muzzle shut until I authorize you to speak. Make even the smallest squeak, and you'll regret it, understood?

Tamara's tone is cold and strong, the threat obvious as she looks at Erika, the look from her bright emerald eyes showing that she means business.

[Randomness]

Erika really had no idea what the tigress had in plan. Keep her until her was hungry? The thought was completly foreign to the child... the mice way of keeping food was drying it, so it'd be good for another day. Was that what the tigress was going to do to the child? The thought was horrible... having to be dipped in salt, and laid out in the hot sun for days... was there a more horrible fate?

Magic was another thing unheard of among mice... they were simple denizens of the forest, they knew not of the supernatural, beyond their own beliefs. They worship the Great Mother, the mouse who allows mice to reproduce, and who gives them rewards when they are good, or punishes them when they are bad. Erika could only try to hold back tears... as she wondered what horrible thing her villiage had done to deserve something like this.

Without so much as a word, the little mouse slowly rose from the bathtub. At first, she simply shook her body much like a dog, the fur poofing out, and the water that was on her body flying in different directions. Than she got a small, carefully woven cloth.... made by her mother, only a few days ago. She rubbed it over her body, rubbing it up and down to dry her tail, her tummy, her lovely ears. Soon, she was even more irresistable than before, her fur being twice as soft, and the scent of her being more pronounced. But, she was offlimits for the time, sadly enough.

Head down... she wouldn't even look at the tigress. The simple look of her scared the child so.... she simply nodded her head, telling the tigress that she understood. There was a pause.... an uncomfortable moment, before the child broke down crying, not being able to keep it in. Hands went up to her eyes, as she squeakily sobbed, trying to cut it off, or stop... but it didn't work well.

"I... I do..... I don't wanna be eaten!" She managed inbetween sobs.

[Tamara]

Tamara doesn't really cares about what is going on through the mind of the mouse. She steps away when Erika shakes herself, then a grin comes to her lips, as she takes her time to look at the adorably cute albino body. She licks her lips in a very hungry fashion, though she has other thoughts in mind. The tigress tilts her head slightly as the child breaks in sobs. She thought she'd have broken way earlier. The sobbing quickly irritates her, and the lone sentence makes her growl a bit. Moving at a speed that may seem faster than light for the young albino, the tigress grabs her by the throat, squeezing her throat painfully and lifting her off the ground effortlessly, bringing her to eye level with the tigress.

- I told you not to speak until I authorize you! If you want to live any longer, you'll obey every order I issue to you! Disobey, and I'll make sure you die a painful and shameful death. I could just rip you open from sternum to pussy, expose your organs to the air and then leave you in the deepest part of the forest, to be devoured alive by the predators and scavengers around!

Her tone is icy cold and menacing. The flash of irritation on her emerald eyes proves that she is not joking. Then she just throws the young mice away, not really caring how she lands or if she hurts herself while landing.

- Now, get up and follow me. We're heading away from here.

[Randomness]

It was more like a blur than an actual paw, to the 6 year old child. All of a sudden, she was lifted high into the air, her tiny legs kicking desperatly, as her throat closed, along with the blood circulation to her brain. Paws actually clawed at the appendage that held her throat, trying to get it off, until she was painfully thrown, her body landing with a thud against the ground, the child lucky that she didn't get anything broken.

The child bit her lower lip, trying to stifle the oncoming tears, a small trickle of blood slowly beginning to drip onto the ground, since the mouse bit a little too hard. It took a few seconds, but she managed to calm herself down, lovely chest rising and falling in controlled manners, as her eyes took the previous 'glazed over' look.

She got up, her head and eyes concentrating on the floor, as she slowly made it to the tigress's side. There was no will to fight left.... she was the tigresses, she had no freedom, or say in anything anymore. She was a pet.

[Tamara]

The tigress looks at the mouse, grinning and nodding. She took her time, but it looks like the little albino rodent finally understood what was her place. Tamara then knees, grabs the mouse's chin roughly, lifte her head up a bit and licks the small trickle of blood on her lower lip, until it stops bleeding. Despite the probably scary look of such a predator so close to her once again, and the rough texture of the feline's tongue on her fresh wound, the lick is actually quite gentle, and there's a soft purr emanating from her as she does so. It looks like this tigress does love the taste of her blood...

- Come on now. Stay right next to me, she says to her new pet, as she departs the house.

They travel for a moment in the thick forest, sometimes hearing sounds made by other animals, but none dares to approach the two females. Then, suddenly, the forest opens on a small clearing, with a small hill in the middle, and a small river with a little pond. Tamara pads straight towards the hill, and an opening appears right in front of her when she's about a foot away from the side of the hill. She motions the mouse to enter.

[Randomness]

For a few moments, the 6 year old reacted the same way a regular child would have done if the mother tried to wipe a smudge away. She'd move her face, trying to get the tongue away, but soon she just let Tamara lick her. The blood had a wonderfully fresh taste to it.. and a subtle hint of sweetness. Quite delicious, a nectar of the Gods.

While they walked, it took almost all of her self-control to not 'ooh', or 'aww' at the various scenery. You see, she has never been out of the village before, and this was her first time seeing the various wildlife. The sounds of animals intriqued her more than scared her, as she was pretty much just a bundle of curiousity. A simple new tree, or the skittering of a little squirrel.... all would interest her so much, and if the tigress looked to her side, it was obvious to see the little one's head turn, and her eyes wide with amazement.

As she was walking, the little one seemed to forget her present situation... all the new experiences were quite wonderful to her, and helped her forget the notsoglamorous life she was about to lead. In fact, she forgot so much that she thought Tamara was her mother for a second, and gently slid her paw into the larger one. It took her a moment, but Erika looked up to Tamara, and quickly pulled her paw away, not looking or saying anything for the rest of the trip.

When they got there, and the child was told to go in, she was hesitant. The river immediatly perked her interest, but she didn't like the aspect of going into a hill, especially one that had an invisible door, from what she understood. Though, she knew what would happen if she refused... so with gentle and meticulous steps, she made her way inside.

[Tamara]

Tamara felt the small paw slid into hers, and she stopped, staring at the mousechild, puzzled. Her paw didn't reacted, it didn't squeezed her nor did it thrown the small mouse paw away. She just frowned when Erika looked at her. Once the young albino moved her paw, the tigress resumed her walk.

She giggles as the mouse makes her way inside with such meticulous steps. The opening closes behind her, and disappear, like there never was an opening on the hill. The room they enters is lightened and warmed up by a fireplace. There's a roaster and a spit on the fireplace, and it looks like both have already been used. The room is way bigger than one could expect by the size of the hill. There's a beautiful carpet on the ground, embroided with hunting and vore scenes. Near the fire there are three sofas, each big enough for 4 people, 2 armchairs, and a little table made of a big piece of glass. The walls are nude, and looks like they're made of solidified dust. Three doors leads to the rest of the den.

[Randomness]

When Tamara had felt the paw, it was suprisingly warm... and small. It fit almost perfectly in the tigress paw, and really showed the power difference between the two. All the tigress would have to do was squeeze, and she could have easily broken the small paw, as if it were a twig.

The mouse couldn't remain quiet anymore, as she gasped loudly. She almost immediatly went to the sofa, getting up and starting to bounce up and down, giggeling all the while. She pretty much ignored the hunting and vore scenes... she merely glanced on it, and simply shuddered slightly, and wouldn't look at it again. But she was amazed with the other furniture, and features of the home. Much different than her poor little hovel.

[Tamara]

Tamara let Erika had a bit of fun on the sofa, smiling slightly. The little critter was a very young one, and she was hers, the adorable little mouse at her disposal for anything she might like to do. And as the albino couldn't escape, it was not really a cocnern. Though she'll have to set up a few rules right now. She watches for a moment, then she utters out a low angry growl, loud enough to be heard by the mouse.

- That will be quite enough! My den isn't a fun park, and that sofa is certainly not a trampoline! she says with an angry tone. Much like the tone a mother would use on her child, even though Tam doesn't realizes it.

The tigress had several cubs in the past, only people she unbirthed for the moment, but she does know how to deal with childs. She also had pets before, and knows how to deal with them. Having a pet child will be a premiere, but it should be interesting.

- Now, come here and listen. This is my home, and in my home you follow my rules. I kept you alive only because I thought it might be fun to have a little servant like you, to keep me entertained and do whatever I order you to. So, you will obey me. You will be at my service, day and night, and you'd better answer as soon as I call you, and do whatever I roder you, and do it good. If you fail to do so... Well, let's just say that this roaster and spit aren't there only for decoration, and I have a fully equipped kitchen behind this door... she finishes with an evil grin.