Flittering images and scenes flashed in her mind. Random moments with no real significance that were too fleeting to catch a real understanding of what was going on. The muffled echoed sounds didn’t match the scenes before her. It was chaos in her mind, a chaos from which she seemed to be stuck in. But suddenly and softly there came a voice of reason within the chaos. “You are on a new path, my child.” Her clam wise ancient voice was instantly recognizable. The fog of images dissipated and gave way to a single silhouette. Back hunched over from age with layers of robes covering most of her body the old woman walked into view. But she was not human but felise. An ancient race of druid people whom held the ability to transform into huge cats. Her face was feline, looking much like an old panther. Her once tan fur on her face was now cream and grey with age. Her crystal blue eyes which were normally blind, looked straight to the woman. White braided hair flowed from the elders head almost to her hips. She chuffed and a warm smile took over her face. Round ears perking as the bone necklaces clanked as she walked. “Walk with claws extended and find that which was lost.” The dreamer gasped and reached for the elder calling her name as she did so. But just as she mysteriously came, she was gone. “Elder Gao…” Her voice groggily mumbled as something rocked her somewhat harshly. Bleakly orange eyes opened and focused on her surroundings as heinous scents invaded her nose. She was in a cage of sorts, a wooden top covered the sky and iron bars held her like an animal. Her claws dug into the wooden floor as she pushed up trying to get a better understanding of where she was. The panther like humanoid was not so strange in her dream, for she herself was a felise. Eshasugra came from a long line of felise, ancient woodland people. Druids they were called and their creation had been to protect the forest. But over time and through druidic wars even this basic knowledge had nearly been lost, even to the druids. But they had always been taught the dangers of humans. Greedy, ruthless beings which only existed to destroy and burn. The smell assaulting her nose was that of humans. A scent she’d only smelled twice before. Once when she was a child and her mother ended the threat and once in her own adult life, when she ended the threat. Felise were cat druids, as well as changing into huge panther like forms their main image was that of half human and half cat. But not house cats, big cats such as lions, tiger and panthers. Esha’s body was covered in tawny lion colored fur with cream socks on her hands and feet. Though reddish brown tiger stripes marked up all her limbs. The hair atop her head was a dusty blonde-brown and cut short. Styled, if you could call it that, it was wild and resembled a lions mane. Her clothing was simple dyed yellow leather with a piece covering her bust and left shoulder and another piece covering her private parts. Though she might have been interesting to look at the human that out smarted her knew already she was no kitten. Scars covered the woman’s body as well as canine teeth from some unfortunate predator and huge boar tusks hung from her neck. Proof she was both a formidable huntress and warrior despite her small size. “Said I couldn’t find one! Said I was crazy! CALL ME CRAZY NOW!” He grizzly brown haired human cackled manically as he smack the cage with a stick. Then it all hit Esha like a snow buffalo. She’d been hunting alone when she smelled this same scent. But the human tossed something at her before she could make him bleed. A hellish cougar like scream erupted from her as like lightening she lash out at him. The two men standing next to their boss jumped and ran clear away from the angry druid. But the other human just laughed more. “Whoa kitten! Keep that fight. Your gonna need it.” He remarked in a foreboding tone. Esha lashed her thick plush tail angrily in the cage, her ears flat against her head as she gave a deep hiss. “Keep taunting me. I’ll bathe in your blood.” She promised. The next days were filled with more taunting and more snarling. But eventually she was brought to a horrendous and hideous sight. The stench of humans and their civilization was almost too much for her. Horrible blocky buildings lined what she assumed were streets. Animals of all kinds were lashed and tethered in abusive ways, worse were the horses and oxen forced to pull carts, much like the one she was in. Eventually the smell of blood entered her nose. Not fresh but layers of spilled life fluid. Testosterone and ale filled the air as well as raucous yells. She was being led to a pit of sorts. One much like the sparring arena back in her tribe but something told her she would not be sparring this night. This was going to be a fight for her life, she was sure. She lashed out at the men handling her cage as they jostled it into position of a gate. But despite her efforts she was only able to graze one. The roar of the crowd was terrifying and the smells nearly drove her mad as her heart thundered in her chest. All she could think about was her mother and little brother. Would she see them again? She had to. Then the gates to her cage and the wooden gate behind her opened. Unsure if she should even leave she merely looked at the blood sand pit. But this was a path she had to walk. Being a scared cub was not an option. Boldly albeit cautiously she stepped out, walking on two legs but crouched low, her orange eyes scanned the pit quickly for any danger that might be headed her way.