You pad into a stygian (which is a nefarious cave) forcing chills up your spine. Continuing to pad inward the stygian, you are greeted with the baleful aroma, blood. As you step closer, the aroma grows stronger. Your paws grow weary from the feeling of bones lining the ground. A unassailable, gelid wind rumpled your pelt, and the resonant sound of rain pounded against the cave top. "Welcome to the Beasts of midnight, may your malevolent deeds be done," a stentorian voice rang. A peculiar lamented pair of white, soulless eyes stared at you, watching your every move. The white eyes ascended nearer, and you finally saw her full figure. Her form was gargantuan and monstrous. You could tell she was a chaotic, merciless, powerful cat. Her copious muscles rippled through her dark pelt, and her ca