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In eastern Ghana, a hundred miles outside the kingdom of Thazai, there is a tiny kingdom that has been rich in various types of crops that though trade with kingdoms such as Thazai was able to support themselves. The Lion's Claw, a group whoms only reason of existing seems to be to spread tormment and discord to as many souls as possible, began to destory the crops that the kingdom depends on for survival. An call for help was sent out to Thazai for aid in getting rid of the Lion's Claw. Leopard Girl Masozi was sent out simply as a scout to survey the damage and confirm the request for assistance. Upon her arrival, Masozi's supernatual-fueled senses detected nothing but bare trees and barren, scorched earth. She was able to determine that the destruction had ended a few hours ago, as the scent of burnt grass and leaves was so strong that Masozi would've smelled then without using her acute sense of smell. She also detect something else, or rather someone else. A lone disciple of the Lion's Claw was shuffling though the ash like he was searching for something. If the mystiacl gem embedded in her skull allowed Masozi to read minds, then she would have known that the man was looking for a necklace that he thought that he dropped during the prevous day's burning. Masozi's knew that she was sent to get intel, and she thought that what better way than though an interagation?

The solider didn't even know what hit him. Only thing that he knew was that he was walking along the ground, shuffling his feet thought the burnt vegetation with his head down, and the next thing he knew was that her was suddenly facing the sky while his neck was in a vise-like grip and a sharp pain in his right calf. In reality, what had happen was that Masozi ran toward him from behind as quickly and silently as she could, kicked the guy in his leg, then proceed to apply a Dragon Sleeper-like hold on him. The guy could breathe, with great difficulty, and could only get his voice no higher than a whispher, but Masozi's sensititive ears could hear every sylliable clearly.

"Hi, my name is Masozi, and I would like to have a chat with you..."

Well, this pic was based on a pic that I've downloaded a while ago, and after some looking, I decided to go ahead and draw the thing. One thing that long-time watchers may noticed is that Masozi has a new hairstyle! I was feeling her puffs, but thought that they didn't translate to action too well, so I thought that a haircut was in order.

Description
In eastern Ghana, a hundred miles outside the kingdom of Thazai, there is a tiny kingdom that has been rich in various types of crops that though trade with kingdoms such as Thazai was able to support themselves. The Lion's Claw, a group whoms only reason of existing seems to be to spread tormment and discord to as many souls as possible, began to destory the crops that the kingdom depends on for survival. An call for help was sent out to Thazai for aid in getting rid of the Lion's Claw. Leopard Girl Masozi was sent out simply as a scout to survey the damage and confirm the request for assistance. Upon her arrival, Masozi's supernatual-fueled senses detected nothing but bare trees and barren, scorched earth. She was able to determine that the destruction had ended a few hours ago, as the scent of burnt grass and leaves was so strong that Masozi would've smelled then without using her acute sense of smell. She also detect something else, or rather someone else. A lone disciple of the Lion's Claw was shuffling though the ash like he was searching for something. If the mystiacl gem embedded in her skull allowed Masozi to read minds, then she would have known that the man was looking for a necklace that he thought that he dropped during the prevous day's burning. Masozi's knew that she was sent to get intel, and she thought that what better way than though an interagation?

The solider didn't even know what hit him. Only thing that he knew was that he was walking along the ground, shuffling his feet thought the burnt vegetation with his head down, and the next thing he knew was that her was suddenly facing the sky while his neck was in a vise-like grip and a sharp pain in his right calf. In reality, what had happen was that Masozi ran toward him from behind as quickly and silently as she could, kicked the guy in his leg, then proceed to apply a Dragon Sleeper-like hold on him. The guy could breathe, with great difficulty, and could only get his voice no higher than a whispher, but Masozi's sensititive ears could hear every sylliable clearly.

"Hi, my name is Masozi, and I would like to have a chat with you..."

Well, this pic was based on a pic that I've downloaded a while ago, and after some looking, I decided to go ahead and draw the thing. One thing that long-time watchers may noticed is that Masozi has a new hairstyle! I was feeling her puffs, but thought that they didn't translate to action too well, so I thought that a haircut was in order.