<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gRz9qXb.png)</div><strong>Triss Kijo</strong><br/><em>The Flesh Alchemist (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268101.msg13222817#msg13222817)</em><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Thorn & Talon, "The Chapel" - The Side Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vulra, Gilead<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>She lets a slow, easy smile curl her lips as Vulra's finger traces along her gray skin to remove the faint remnants of cooked blood and melted fats.  Triss seemed perfectly happy with the attention, the smile turning to a wicked grin as if she was half expecting Vulra's finger to really continue down across her naked collarbone and along her chest to the  tightly bound cleavage below--not entirely dissimilar from the Spirit Walker's own outfit, though Triss wore dark leather to Vulra's cloth.  Perhaps surprisingly Triss's skin was slightly cool to the touch, perhaps just a shade or two warmer than some of the undead Vulra might have been used to, certainly not the hellfire one might expect.  While not undead her physiology had changed to mimic some of the traits that they held, the coolness of her flesh being one of those side effects.  "Suppose I might..." she teases out with a low growl in the back of her throat, "Maybe I'll show you what I know sometime..." she added with another faint smirk.<br/><br/>"But the night is young," she adds after Gilead's little impatient outburst, "and our most<em>forgiving</em>and<em>noble</em>companion has a point, best see what our Queen wishes of us so we can get back to our well-earned..." she paused casting a sharp look to Vulra for a moment, "...distractions."