It had not been a full week since Sunete had joined, or rather was forced to join, the bright-blades. A week ago Sunete had found herself sitting in a tavern, sipping a tall mug of ale after a hard day of building repair a local bridge when a gorgeous canine had began to start conversation with her. A few laughs, some light conversation and a few pints later Sunete found herself beginning to fall for the handsome devils charm. A mere twenty minutes later the two were tiptoeing up to the canines room for a rather enjoyable end to a lovely evening, at least that was what the canine might have intended. Unfortunately for the handsome male Sunete had other plans, when the door shut behind her she quickly leaped upon her newest meal, stuffing him quickly down her gullet and sealing him within that tight belly of hers. Seeing as she now had the room to herself she didn't think twice about leaping upon the bed and enjoying another night filled with squirms and pleads as her prey was slowly digested alive.<br/><br/>When morning came Sunete slowly opened her eyes to find the bed she had been sleeping in surrounded by six of the canines bright-blade companions. The one demanding to know the location of their friend being none other then Vexal himself. The tiny bulge remaining in her stomach and the easily seen sheepish smile painted on her lips said it all. For whatever reasons unknown to her, and seemingly to that of Vexals companions, the handsome feline offered her a choice, take the canines spot in his company or be led in chains to the local dungeon. Not one to stir up a beehive when it wasn't warranted, Sunete quickly choose the former and found herself thrust upon adventures unknown.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite> "GRRRRAAAAAH!!!" Growling in frustration, Zukris picked up a barrel and threw it across the room, the wooden container shattering into a hundred tiny splinters as it crashed against the far wall, some twenty feet away "This is REDICULOUS! It's like walking in gods-be-damned CIRCLES!" It was pretty easy to tell the twelve-foot-tall dragoness was starting to get extremely upset, perhaps with good reason. It was literally like walking in circles, this was the SAME DAMN ROOM they'd come across a half-dozen times now, with not even a single varied detail, right down to dust, cobwebs, and barrels.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Sunetes raised an eyebrow as the wooden barrel broke into a thousand splinters. She had never seen Zukris in such a state of frustration. To date she couldn't recall a single moment in which she saw the overly large lizard even ill-tempered. Opening her mouth about to speak she considered for a brief moment to attempt to cull Zukris frustration before deciding against it and simply remaining quiet. Unfortunately she couldn't relate to Zukris's frustration. Something about wondering halls aimlessly felt at home, like she had done it a million times over and never questioned it a single time. Each day since she had been given flesh and blood dimmed her memories. Once able to so clearly recall her time as a construct turned to a fuzzy haze then simply a black hole of memories. Yet she could still barely recall patrolling halls.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite>Snapping a smart salute, the big male fox strutted right up beside Sunete, and quickly reached out a hand, giving her rump a solid little slap, along with a teasing little squeeze. Not even bothering to release that lovely rear, he offers up a coy little grin, winking playfully up at the lovely giantess "I humbly offer to guard this rear right here, and the lovely gal it's connected to. It has nothing to fear from anyone!.....cept me." Punctuating his words, he gives that fleshy rump another soft, teasing squeeze, seemingly not caring in the slightest how openly he did so. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Luckily Linal provided to be the amusing muse as always. His soft hearted, yet oddly perverted, humor easing the tension of their current situation. "Oh my" She let out, feeling that furry palm groping one of the nicely curved, rounded cheeks of her rump. A soft sigh escaping her lips. Oh how she loved perverted males. They provided such amusement and usually were the most easy of prey. A thought she quickly found circulating her thoughts as she gazed down into the grinning expression upon Linals face, the desire to send him squirming to her belly surfacing in her desires.<br/><br/>Extending her left hand she stroked the fur under Linals muzzle, making no attempt to remove those furry digits upon her rump. "My hero!" She said in a joking tone. "It reassures me that the many thrusts of your long harden steel will be at my backside" Unable to restrain her laughter at her own pun she giggles lightly for a moment. Despite her joking that hand upon her rump felt rather nice. For the briefest of moments she leans back slightly, pushing her rump insistently more into Linals palm.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite>Rolling her eyes, Zukris gazed across Rylia, Sunete, Gragsplitter, and Brady. She didn't know much about any of them, and certainly didn't know much about their abilities  "Ideas? Speak up."<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Skill check: </span>Spellcraft<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Spellcraft check (1d20 + 8 ): 4 + 8 = 12<br/>Pretty sure this amounts to nothing, instead of waiting to see I'll just put it in my post</div></div></div><br/><br/>Looking around she couldn't help but feel like if this was some sort of a spell. Something she had seen many times over and had even walked through many times before. Yet the knowledge of it was just as fuzzy as the rest of her memories, unfortunately leaving her with little to contribute in the way of finding an exit.<br/><br/>"It can't go on forever" She said suddenly, hoping to reassure the frustrated lizard. "We've split up so many times. Surely one of our groups has reached the end of this maze. If we don't find a way out ourselves it's not a far stretch to assume one of them will find a way to dispel this magic" Reassuring even herself of the fact, she recalled the many names and faces of talented mages and clerics within bright-blades.<br/><br/>Turning her attention back to Linal she continued to stroke the fur under his muzzle, praising him in her own way for providing a nice distraction from their current predicament.