****************** Mora *********************<br/><br/>Mora immiadetly tried the strength of the chains, jerking harshly on it, if it would break from the strength of her trained body. But no matter how hard she tugged and tried to break it, they kept solidly in the ground. And as she turned around and swiftly moved trough the tent, she only succeeded in making herself foolish, sprinting on full speed trough the tent with her legs still attached to the peg. She managed to let the mull ground on the floor sweep up as she circled around the peg, and stopped before the still crying and sobbing body of Tellara.<br/><br/>Her bright orange eyes followed the hunter as he went outside, and she closed her eyes smelling the outside air for that brief moment of him opening the tent. She could recognise some herbs, some flowers and somewhere in her mind the place where they might be was narrowed down to a few places outside of her territory she knew. But she wasn't sure, and the fact she was still pinned to the ground with her ankles and wrists shackled like a vanity pet that had been bad, was enraging her spirit. She wanted to be free, walk around in nature in her own catform, the shape she loved to be in the most.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, the moment Zun'woh entered the room, she swiftly moved over the body of Tellara and almost protectively gritted her teeth towards the man. He might have taken her freedom but he wasn't going to take away her friend. And she would protect her body with her life, her very being, if she had too. One leg over Tellara, the shackles attached to her ankle softly stroking over her skin, and one arm behind her head, she pressed her nose in animalistic way into her lovers shoulder. She might have not been in catform, but she might as well could have been by the way she acted. Though the smell of a wolf took her curiosity, a particularly strange wolfsmell she obsolete hated.<br/><br/>He had brought in a worgen. A cursed one, and if there was one thing she hated the most was the voodoo the humans had called upon themselves. Her bright orange eyes followed every move the hunter made over her body, cutting away the gear and her armour. But she couldn't help but raise the soft fur of her skin, and growl deeply of the hatred that welled up within her. She wasn't going to share her limited space with a wolf, let alone a cursed one!<br/><br/>Baring her teeth dangerously she arched her body and tensed her muscles for an attack, still bent over Tellara's body she couldn't decide whether to jump in to sink her teeth in the newcomer, or protect her lover from the hunters intentions.<br/><br/><br/><br/>***********Lydia *************<br/><br/>Her heart was beating so very loudly she wished he couldn't hear it. Was she being desperate? Was it really the booze that was making her feel this way, feeling his warm trickling breath over her lips as she could see them part slightly, as if he was about to kiss her. Was she dreaming all of this? She couldn't remember the last time a man had kissed her, and as all these thoughts raged trough her mind she felt his hand softly taking her fingers on his chin away. And as he held her hand against his chest she could feel the animalistic heat that was surely strange for a human, let alone an elf, something that only excited her more.<br/><br/>She saw his hesitation, but her heart jumped as he pressed his soft warm lips onto her full red mouth. They brushed softly against each other, as if trying to decide if it was the right decision, and somewhere in her mind there was a little voice screaming it was the WORST decision ever. But she ignored it, parting her lips just slightly, hungrily pleading him for more. She could feel the ruggedness of his stubbles over her soft skin, his musk scent surrounding them both as she was closer then ever.<br/><br/>Then as if it had taken an eternity, he withdrew, leaving her trembling and almost stuttering with rosary cheeks of embarrassment and excitement before him. There was nothing left of the rough woman he had just saved from the hands of a perverted little goblin. Before him stood a young inexperienced woman that looked like she just had her first kiss in her life. Which was absolutely not true, but then again, years of solitude and scaring men away out of her bar with guns and pistols didn't help her lovelife either. But after that kiss, and the warmth of the rum still simmering her blood....<br/><br/><br/>.... she wanted more. And she raised her hands, placed them on each side of his stubble cheeks and pulled him down to her own blushing face. Whispering softly, as if she did something she wasn't supposed to do, before she parted his lips with her own, kissing him deeply with her loving tongue, seeking the extraordinary warmth of his body as her breasts were pressed tightly against his leathery coat.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">"I'm so.. so sorry..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>