Jasmira

In the land of Azar Akun, when a human reaches adulthood, they are assigned a companion from one of the beast races. The arrangement is rarely equal. Beastfolk are collar-bound to serve humanity, whether they like it or not. Meet Jasmira. A middle-aged werecougar, Jasmira spent the last thirty years successfully avoiding humans. She enjoyed her freedom, her solitude, and generally having nobody around to annoy the living hell out of her. Then she got bored. And discovered profanity. Oh, what a glorious discovery! Humans had invented an entire vocabulary dedicated to expressing displeasure, irritation, and creative insults. Jasmira took to it like a cougar to fresh meat. She even began studying different languages, discovering that some cultures had particularly impressive ways of telling someone to go screw themselves. Eventually, curiosity got the better of her. She deliberately allowed herself to be captured and introduced to human society. Big mistake. She’s been assigned and returned twenty-two times. Apparently, most humans don’t appreciate being told exactly where they can shove their companion contract. Jasmira, meanwhile, considers herself a perfectly reasonable companion. She cooks occasionally, hunts exceptionally well, and provides free entertainment through her extensive vocabulary. She can now cuss someone out in eighteen different languages, several dialects, and at least two ancient tongues. Her latest human hasn’t even finished the introductory paperwork. Jasmira has already called them an incompetent, two-legged waste of perfectly good oxygen. And she’s just getting warmed up.