Toofy's red eyes looked around the confusing landscape. It was a forest of some kind, one that she even vaguely recognised. The last time she had been here, however, was still a source of some confusion and irritation for her, if pleasant memories.
She'd met a pink-eyed catgirl, a neko who had absolutely stunk to the sky of magic, and had a strange patterning of lovehearts like a birthmark. That one had been interesting, and fun... But hadn't recognised Toofy, her magic, or even the empire.
It had been slightly disappointing that she hadn't been able to keep Lori for herself. The only thing she'd managed to divine afterwards in regards to the neko were the words `Mageslayer' and `Mepher'. Not much to go on.
Now, like then, she didn't remember how she had arrived in this place. Her memories from right before were... Blurred. Fragmented. As if some beast had shattered them as it reached in and ripped out the memory of her travel.
Toofy smiled to herself. If she was a god, then she wouldn't let herself remember how she arrived. The neko had a decent knack for reverse engineering the magic of the gods and using it against the arrogant fuckers.
Dearst's heart had tasted foul, last time she chose to walk down that path, but it had served her well enough.
Hadn't exactly relieved the pain of losing her son... But it had served.
The neko barely resisted rolling her eyes as a large black scorpion ran by, before disappearing into the grass. She hardly needed to be told that something was happening. The Golden Kitsune was not as subtle as the bitch thought she was.
Last time Toofy had been here, she had been in heat, and extremely sexually frustrated.
This time, her head was filled with anxiety, but not with the sexual cravings of her kind.
There were at least seventeen plots to kill her that were hanging over her head. Active attempts to kill Ink and Artema, who were both acting like stupid and horny teenagers despite being grown adults, and crown princesses atop of that. Sai was acting distant. And then there was the famine and plague ripping through the land.
She was stressed out to her red eyeballs.
But she wasn't horny.
The neko's nose twitched back and forth as she detected a new smell on the wind. It was... Odd. She struggled to place it, only recognising parts of the scent. Traces of adrenaline, something close to ratata which wasn't, and a whole heap of anger.
May as well have screamed that this was the reason that the goddess had put her, here.
Toofy tried not to laugh as the source of the scent made a beeline straight towards her. She really struggled to keep a straight face as the moronic thing tried to hunt her from within the grass.
Apparently it didn't actually know that to hunt... First rule of hunting prey? You need to stay hidden. Sticking a brilliant yellow tail up above the grass was such an amateurish mistake that it was hard to comprehend anyone who lived in a world with violence making it.
Lori hadn't been from Toofy's world, she was sure of it.
The neko looked at the sparks starting to grow around the tail, gave a loud yawn, and then snapped her fingers. Her red eyes glowed briefly, and the thing hidden in the grass screamed and shrieked in absolute agony.
Toofy walked over slowly, looking down at something that was shaped a lot more like a human woman than she had expected. It wasn't wearing any clothing, but was mostly human shaped. The thing was grabbing at its head and screaming from just a tiny taste of the neko's magic.
She kicked them lightly onto their back, and planted a booted foot between their breasts, before leaning down on her knee, "Toofy doesn't know how you got here, and why you dragged her into this, but Toofy also doesn't care. She knows how to make it hurt."
"Fuck you! Fuck you sideways with an extra dose of fuck you!" The thing yelled, and Toofy caught sight of yellow eyes. Not golden like most nekos, or even a pale yellow, but a sickly kind of yellow. Diseased, if they were a catgirl.
However, she got the impression that the eyes were natural for this kind of creature. Brown hair. Yellow eyes. A tail that had sharp edges and sparked with lightning. This thing was a complete unknown to the empress.
"Toofy doesn't fuck things when she doesn't know where they've been."
The woman snarled at her, and then strangely seemed to blush, before the neko noticed that the redness in the thing's cheeks was accompanied by more sparks. Toofy jumped, moving quickly with a pounce to get away, right as she heard the thing yell.
"Buzz!"
Lightning scorched the air right where she'd been standing. That was a nasty fucking piece of magic. No surge of it being channelled, either. Magic with different rules.
The neko stood up, brushing down her dress, "Well. That's... Something. Her name is Toofy. What is the bitch's name?"
