StableMasterWho

It was dark and gloomy in the city of nowhere, the perfect day for a funeral. A small gathering of people dressed in black watches as a casket is lowered into an open grave. Among them many were crying or counseling those who were crying. The most notable among them was a rather large feline woman saying, “I’m sorry it was an accident,” In between her uncontrollable sobs she blew her nose, “I'm so sorry.” Once the coffin is lowered each person takes a turn shoveling a scoop of dirt until the coffin is fully buried. They then look upon the headstone which reads. “Here lies Regina Rider, daughter, lover, friend. She will be missed. 2000-2023,” after another few minutes of looking, the prisession began to walk away. Elsewhere Regina awoke, her eyes lazily opening, her vision slightly blurred. When her vision had cleared after a few blinks the short velociraptor beast-kind found herself staring up at the familiar gray ceiling of her bedroom with bits of her bangs hanging in her