There were few things that made a great oak angry, tress didn't feel anger easily. However there were a few things that made Ehko's skin crawl with rage. Being talked down to was one, another was rape. Forcing the pleasure of sex, even rough sex onto someone was unforgivable and was the only thing justifiable for killing someone. All life was cherished by his kind, however the the full connection of sex was seen above all else.<br/><br/>There he found himself, his tip pressed against the puckering rosebud of the cat girl, his eyes unfocused and he pulled away from her, having not entered her at all his cock started to turn limp between his legs.<br/><br/>He had thought that her groans of displeasure from his fingers in her rear end were playful, he should have realized what he was doing, there was something about this cave, far too many sexual scents and magical energies in the air, they muddled his mind. When he flipped her over he felt her anger and didn't realize until he had put his fingers in front of her mouth and she bit into the tough flesh of the dryad. He pulled his hand back looking at his sap like blood. His mind raced at the sight.<br/><br/>Now he stood up in the cage looking where the body of the cat had been, she had disappeared, again. Looking around the cage he still was alone. His eyes were wide and he looked at the cut on his finger, he wished it was bigger. Ehko truly wished he had been punished for what he had done. Even though he hadn't done anything.<br/><br/>“I'm s-sorry” He stuttered hoping the cat could hear him. It wasn't much, it really wasn't but it was all the dryad had. Making his way to the other side of the cage, now facing the nymph and the white knight. Looking intently towards the two. “Hey, big bull. Yeah you, with the small cock” He mocked trying to steal the bulls attention.<br/><br/>The dryad put his hand out of the cage, a single flower growing out of the palm, the same that had grown infront of the nymph right down the number of petals, looking identical. “Feel big fucking girls who can't fight back, hm?” He snickered, he had the strength to fight this bull now that he had 'eaten' and allowing the girl to free herself after being let out of his cage himself, a plan, even if a simple one.<br/><br/>Pulling his arm back in he paced his cage “I wish I was in your shoes right now, of course, she'd be willing to sleep with me.” Chuckling even more now, still taunting the bull, he kept this up for about seven more lines of berating the beast. Then he just leaned on the bars mocking his form and telling him things he needs to work on to please her more. Constant streams of dialogue from the dryad would no doubt be ruining the mood<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>