<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/db/e9/cf/dbe9cf5fe0e93ceb0b2c4707e6679664--character-portraits-character-ideas.jpg)</div>Sophia had every intention of turning around and slapping him across the face as soon as she felt his fist relinquish its grip on her hair. However, the slippery straw under her worn cheap boots might have given her a slight handicap to her dexterity. As the man pushed her away, each foot decided to go in a completely different direction and the muscles of her thighs spasmed under the tight fitting breeches. After a lot of wobbling, undignified grunts and a very near save, the raven-haired girl pitched head first back into the straw she had been sleeping in moments ago, ending ass up in the air and limbs sticking out at odd angles.<br/><br/>It took a lot of scrambling to finally pull herself up to the seated position and comb her hair out of her face enough to see the man’s back as he walked away, leaving them to sit in a sputtering ball of hot mess.<br/><br/>“Asshole” she muttered snatching the food, which was more than they would have had that morning admittedly, and splitting it with Les who had finally managed to crawl over next to her. As they ate they picked as much straw from their hair and the crevices of their womanly curves as they could manage in their current state.<br/><br/>What a pair they made and the two once proud girls sat in dejected silence and slowly chewed on their pride. Which, as it turned out, tasted an awful lot like stale bread and questionable meat.<br/><br/>The trip down to the river that snaked its way around the outskirts of the village was much the same as they kicked rocks and sulked. She’d never admit it to anyone other than the woman at her side, but Soph was actually feeling a little more optimistic. At least they would have some help and that would buy them some time and some silver to plan their next move.<br/><br/>The flow of the river was pretty peaceful today as there hadn’t been enough rain to make the current anything more than pleasant. The water was still less than ideal for bathing as the Evenember tugged off her bloodied and mangled tunic and peeled the sweaty and beer-stained pants down her wide hips, leaving them in a neat stack next to her boots and useless sword.<br/><br/>They started wading out and Sophie hissed. The water was indeed colder than preferred making her determined that this would be as quick as possible. Her nipples were so hard they hurt as they cut little lines in the current before vanishing under the glassy surface. The rocks were smooth below their feet, but more than once she slipped on the fine carpet of slimy moss, pulling a face each time it squelched between her toes.<br/><br/>“Let's get this over with, yeah?” She remarked, dunking her hair back and using her fingers to help pull any remaining bits of the stable from the blue-black mane of hair. That was when something very decidedly NOT moss brushed up against her leg.<br/><br/>She yanked her head up to see a bubble, then another before the water around them erupted.<br/><br/>Out of seemingly nowhere and defying all natural laws or logic, the girls found themselves tit deep in a writhing, thrashing, flailing cauldron of slippery black tails and beady black eyes.