Londor was exhausted. He had worked in the mines of Etheria for nine hours, and was ready for a break. As he headed to his local tavern, the thought of fresh ale and warm food comforted him. Upon entering, he was greeted with hearty hellos by the townsfolk.
"Londor, old friend. Please sit and relax. What can I get for a fine Etherian worker such as yourself?" asked the bartender.
"The house ale will be fine, Minlor." As he sat at the bar, Londor noticed a woman out of the corner of his eye. Garbed in a red corset with a matching ankle skirt, she appeared tall, lean and strikingly beautiful. Her rich blue hair was in stark contrast to her clothing, and was further offset by her incredibly fair skin. Mustering up all the courage he could find inside himself, Londor strode over to the woman's table. "E-excuse me miss, but I couldn't help noticing that such a beautiful woman was sitting by herself. Would you mind some company? My name is Londor."
"Arrrren't you nice?" purred the woman seductively. She gazed at Londor with her deep violet eyes, instantly melting his heart. "My name is Catrilla. Actually, I was getting rrready to leave. It's so nice outside, don't you think?"
"Why, uh, yes of course," stammered Londor nervously.
"But with all those nasty Horrrde trrroopers a girrrl can't feel safe anymorrre. Would it be too much to ask forrr you to walk me home?" Again, the woman flashed her eyes at Londor.
"N-not at all miss. It would be a pleasure."
As they walked, Londor began to feel more and more nervous. He thought this woman was gorgeous, but would she feel any attraction toward him? If he told her what he felt, would she laugh at him? Londor became so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice where the woman was leading him. Suddenly, she grabbed Londor and kissed him passionately. Taken by surprise, but still enthralled, he kissed her back.
"Oh Catrilla, darling. Do you feel for me as strongly as I feel for you?"
"Oh Londor, more than you could ever know." As he leant in to kiss Catrilla once more, she bared the sharp fingernails of her right hand, and dug into Londor's throat. Blood spurted onto her dress, which she collected with her hands as Londor collapsed to the thick underbrush. Cupping a pool of his blood in her left hand, she withdrew a small vial from the folds of her skirt. Carefully, she poured the blood into the vial, which she then strung around her neck. After smearing the blood on Londor's clothes, she tore away her outfit to reveal her Horde uniform. After placing her mask upon her head, Catrilla the peasant girl stood as Catra the Hordesman. "Men arrre so foolish," she thought to herself. Pulling the mask down over her eyes, she transformed into a wild cat, taut muscles covered with purple fur. Quickly and quietly, she stalked back into the Fright Zone, having collected the last piece of an evil puzzle that would soon make known its might.