Paramort
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Re: Bloodthirsty Idealism (Zilrax, Rath, Paramort) GM'd by MAF
"I was actually coming to ask about the fresh blood we have around here," Tasha smirks, her cold eyes falling on Denna's exposed rump for a moment as she walks over to the closet and deposits the meat, keeping the extra she'd hunted for herself, "I have to say. It's rare that we find ourselves a warrior instead of the usual sheep we bring in.
Tasha puts down her own share of the hunt on a nearby counter, making a mental note to gather it up later. Cooking was nice and all, but she preferred her meats only lightly salted, and rare. Still clad in her dark armor, a few hints of porcelain skin show through the gaps of her protection. Expression still cool and serene, she makes her way over to Denna in a slow manner reminiscent of a cat approaching her prey, her wolf tail raised high.
Completely unperturbed by the continual screwing, she crouches down by Denna and looks her over. There's nothing lecherous about the gaze that one can really tell. Then again, this woman is frustratingly hard to read when compared to her fellow cultists. Her stare seems to be more analytical than lecherous, however. "Hmm so. What's your story, warrior? And what exactly went on while I was away? Chef, you can chime in if you want. Better I get this story from as many angles as I can."
Now that she's closer, it's easy to see that Tasha's hands are tipped with long and dangerous looking claws that extend and retract a bit as the woman flexes her fingers. Denna's first impressions were right. There's nothing really giddy about the woman. It's easy to tell she's more of a fighter than a lover, though with a closer look at Tasha's comely features and athletic build, the possibility of being skilled at the latter rears its head.
"I was actually coming to ask about the fresh blood we have around here," Tasha smirks, her cold eyes falling on Denna's exposed rump for a moment as she walks over to the closet and deposits the meat, keeping the extra she'd hunted for herself, "I have to say. It's rare that we find ourselves a warrior instead of the usual sheep we bring in.
Tasha puts down her own share of the hunt on a nearby counter, making a mental note to gather it up later. Cooking was nice and all, but she preferred her meats only lightly salted, and rare. Still clad in her dark armor, a few hints of porcelain skin show through the gaps of her protection. Expression still cool and serene, she makes her way over to Denna in a slow manner reminiscent of a cat approaching her prey, her wolf tail raised high.
Completely unperturbed by the continual screwing, she crouches down by Denna and looks her over. There's nothing lecherous about the gaze that one can really tell. Then again, this woman is frustratingly hard to read when compared to her fellow cultists. Her stare seems to be more analytical than lecherous, however. "Hmm so. What's your story, warrior? And what exactly went on while I was away? Chef, you can chime in if you want. Better I get this story from as many angles as I can."
Now that she's closer, it's easy to see that Tasha's hands are tipped with long and dangerous looking claws that extend and retract a bit as the woman flexes her fingers. Denna's first impressions were right. There's nothing really giddy about the woman. It's easy to tell she's more of a fighter than a lover, though with a closer look at Tasha's comely features and athletic build, the possibility of being skilled at the latter rears its head.