<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/67a13fe15a5e55ad9b919010386eeeb3.png)</div><strong>Torrin Delmirev</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CT3Gjbe1hbiSqjlPPEmh5mh_GShjLcjRw-CKSmOfnZg/edit)<br/><br/>During her exquisite display of bounce, Ruby Rubbear might have noticed a pair of purple eyes hungrily roaming her body.<br/><br/>“Wow,” a golden scaled dragon born whispered to himself.  “she's pretty amazing.”<br/><br/>Chuckling at his own silliness, the dragonborn decided to follow the voluptuous bugbear.  Surely, most women were inclined to bounce.  That was the nature of the world, after all, but that girl was something special—russet rubber body coiled with elastic muscles that only augmented her feminine curves.<br/><br/>By the time they got to the market and carnival, ruby probably noticed she had a shadow—a golden scaled dragon of a man close to seven feet tall with a crimson spandex cloak.  He had matching padding under and armor of black rubber chain links.  His boots were the hide of some rugged rubbery beast—a monster he'd done his part in slaying during his days with the Crimson Century.  There was a rather heavy blade at his belt, and a table dagger too.  His other weapons and shield were packed away.  A medallion around his neck showed a gray cloud over a white thunderbolt striking a mountain.<br/>