<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/Lebhannah_is_an_angel.jpg)</div>Name: Lebhannah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13308946#msg13308946)<br/>Time:  Day 1 Morning<br/>Location: Reception Center<br/>Tagging: Cathris, Hizzy, Setsu-Chan, Kwaki-Kun, Open<br/>Notes/Warning:<br/><hr/><br/>So she and Cathris were both after the same honeypot. If Lebhannah had stopped to intuit anything about the mortal sorcerer between them, she would not have chosen this battleground- but school rivalry didn't begin to cover the bad blood here. "Fingerbang not with this one, for demons are known for their sharp claws and many carry abyssal diseases like basorexia and<em>dance fever." </em>She did not even dislike Cathris. That compliment had left her tingling. But it was ingrained in her to come out on top of her rival school, and Lebhannah, it ought to be noted, had the disposition of an inquisitor.<br/><br/>As soon as Hizzy stepped out of their triangle, she invaded Cathris' personal space, puffed up her wings. She had heard that succubus breath was hot and sulfuric, and drew close enough to test this for herself. It passed the sniff test, being if anything quite nice. "Archangel Michael trained me to resist girls like this, with full kissable lips and eyes full of promise and teasing tail." Hands circled around Cathris' hips, her head tilted. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred this was a precursor for a daring kiss. Instead she plucked a second mimosa from the table, and drank. Her eyes never left Cathris.<br/><br/>"Let me see your claws." In a tizzy she inspected the succubus' nails, perhaps expecting to uncover horror show knife-hands. "I'm not convinced you're suited to stroke such tender and supple flesh without wounding it." Again to her disappointment, these were lean, gorgeous sex machines. She laced their fingers to compare length.<em>Drat. </em>"Yes, very well. You're clean. But think better of taking her away to the shadows somewhere and supping her soul. When you lay this girl, I insist on being there."<br/><br/>Speaking of which, where was<em>this girl? </em>She'd been so distracted by Cathris' eyes, their mortal had just about wandered away.<br/><br/>Lebhannah found her fussing over a less together witch and a duck. It was automatic, never a conscious decision, that her wing should drape the plucked bird's nudity from the frankly mild indoor elements. Lebhannah's feathers were much too large, of course, like a puffball long-haired persian on a little duck, but they were soft as mother's breastfeathers. "Poor boy. Can you help him?"