Mozza Face Evil

Mozza was walking alone to her inn when the world seem to blur, like an painting that was still wet suddenly had a hand brush across it...Her brain hurt as a soft bit of blood can be taste in the back of her mouth. as she look, HE was there...It...The Nothing and everything and yet nothing again. He chuckle as Mozza back up against the wall as in an sickening soothing voice that did not match he spoke. "Escape the cruelty of your home world and made friends...but you do not matter to any of them...you are but an figure in their life, come and gone, forgotten no sooner you leave. Alkara, Fo, Luis? They acknowledge you, pet you like an child, and accept you exist, but the moment the curtain close, you are nothing...an Minor character in the play of Life...and you are nothing my dear Mousefolk, but an minor character that while so long as they do not need to engage with you, you will be though less of then an ant one step on to their trip to the mail box...."

Mozza grab her ears and cry, running away as the being chuckle, watching her escape him, for now...
"Run little Mouse...For soon, the Farmer Cat will come a calling....What an Character without an Foe?" he spit out an seed onto the ground which dug itself into the earth, and deeper into the multiplane of mental thought and reality, Planting an Seed for an New Enemies for one of Bordayus Characters in PD as he sit her typing and sipping tea when an idea for an Catfolk character that hate Mozza or Mousefolk come to mind....then wonder WHY did they call them catfolk and not an more respectful Racial Name? I swear if DnD was naming Humans, they would name us Monkeyfolk!...wait what?