This is Casey! Poor Casey. She's the only capable person in her entire village to engage in hunts. Daughter of the only hunter from the Snowy Plains to inherit her father's warrior genes.

Her father's most faithful of companions, Favio, has taught her much about the various monsters he encountered in hunts with her father. He trained her to pick up her father's heirloom lance, recovered from his final hunt, where he met defeat at the hands of a mighty elder dragon, the black hearted shadow that threatened their village, but she declined. Not yet ready, if ever, to fill the mighty shoes her father left for her. But still, the old felyne hopes to install confidence enough in her of her true potential to be greater than her father.

Casey was never good at much of anything. A good mule, some would say, but when it came to crafts or studying, she was incapable of showing much interest. Head in the clouds, others always assumed she was stupid. But unknown to them all, she understood a great deal more than she let on. Her father's expansive shadow always intimidated her. She always wished to please her father like her two older sisters. To bride, and give him grandsons. She never forgave herself, either, for the death of her younger, and most beloved, brother.

Charlie met his end in a caravan ambush by a Kut-ku horde. She had been allowed to live by hiding under the wreckage of their cart, while her fearless 9 year old brother took arms with a farming sickle. The sounds of his screams haunted her, and impassioned her to take up sword against any threats that came to her humble village. She vowed never to allow any others to lose their family to the senseless beasts of the wilderness.

However, Casey has one intensely obsessive fear. Being eaten alive, without any means of escape. Forced to endure agonizing suffocation and decomposition within the belly of a filthy creature. She often has nightmares of ever encountering wyverns, let alone elder dragons, so much bigger than her consuming her whole, and she was not allowed to die. Forced to become a part of those sickening mongrel monsters. To hang helplessly against the inner flesh of a grunting, growling beast like weight in a hammock. Shes even claimed that certain beasts seem prone to striking at her with their muzzles, much to her disdain.

Although, despite these horrifying dreams, there is something she feels that she dare not linger on. A sense of guilt and excitement that she could never relate any other feelings for. Any curious thoughts are swiftly swatted away before humoring the concept that she might... delight in the concept of being eaten.

"Fuck now I need to take another bath."

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