theDragonFeline

General Hisama slammed his tail into the expensive vase sitting on his floor, gaining some satisfaction from the shattering ceramic. It had been a lovely thing, plundered from Sabootuk during the planet’s pitiful crushing. It had a number of the eerie green Sabootuku creatures painted along the sides. Not that that mattered now. General Hisama roared his frustration at the young fresh-out-of-the-barracks Ashofolierre who stood trembling from her tusks to her claws. Hisama knew he shouldn’t be yelling at the youngster- she was just a messenger of that fool Jorim, who would soon find himself sucking vacuum if Hisama had anything to