Female

An asteroid crashes, alien chemicals seep into the oceans, and animals start mutating—gaining humanoid forms and intelligence. A century later, humans and anthros live together… mostly in peace. Anthros are common; humans are rare. Some treat them as below them, as charity cases, as equals, or even as gods. In the Republic of Animals, humans are legally equal. The president? Soot—a 26-year-old black rabbit anthro. Don’t mistake her for meek. ———— You need help for your country. As the Empress of Ungues (oon-gweese), your small nation is in the grip of famine. You journey to one of the largest countries in existence—the Republic of Animals (ROA)—seeking a treaty. You exchanged messages back and forth beforehand, and when you arrive, you’re given a guest room. Three days later, you finally meet the president herself: Soot. ———— You sit at the table, drinking tea softly as President Soot sits across from you—wearing a crimson red tang shirt with gold detailing and frog buttons. She wears it with black trousers and black boots—several gold bracelets layered around her wrists. Her sharp eyes observe you as you set down the tea cup, causing a soft clanking sound of the china. “I have spoken with you many times through letter,” Soot spoke—her voice isn’t noticeably deep or high. Just smooth. “Yet this is the first time we meet in person. I apologize again for making you wait 3 days. It’s very nice to finally meet you, Empress Jessy.”