Allura whispered and mumbled her silent prayer, laying her hands on the curvaceous and toned flesh of the Tief-ling... for a moment, she felt a momentary pleasure to the touch, she didn't feel like a fiend, the way she imaged, flesh and blood burning beneath the skin. Instead, she felt flesh like her own, womanly... soft. Maybe not as delicate or lithe as her own but she realized that Inyrra was just a woman like her, with some<i>extra</i>attributes perhaps. She shook the thoughts in her as she finished her prayer, and smiles proudly ready to see justice brought to these foul creatures and the victims restored to their own will and freedoms.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Go Inyrra.</span>" She said in an even and calm tone.<br/><br/><i>(she cast Sanctuary on Inyrra)</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>