AVARICIOUS WYRM

liongirl has lept like a shooting star out of some minor heaven, a city carved into the peak of a silver-and-ivory mountain nestled in the comforting downy breast of God, and begun absolutely terrorizing the backwater stretch of creation she made landfall in. she has gathered a horde of catgirls and doggirls and batgirls, legions of giantgirls and angelgirls and devilgirls, horsegirls pulling machine gun carts and coyotegirl mystics calling down hails of lead and glass upon her enemies. she has heard of the delicacy called 'apple butter' and will only let up her wanton destruction if everyone agrees to send her at least four - no, five jars a year.