<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/41cf5ffd015a50dc4d4a2c0db234da7d/tumblr_mnjzzq91Bz1qij4o1o1_500.jpg)</div></div>Name: Queen Shashara<br/>Location: Holding room<br/>Tagged: Jol'andra, Jarek, Quinn<br/><br/>Shashara nodded to Jol'andra without saying anything. Then watched as she left to bring the captive man from the other room. As she waited she turned her attention back to Quinn. Only many years of training kept her from showing how she was really feeling as she watched him. Her dark eyes slowly moved along his gorgeous toned body. The only sign of her slightly increasing arousal was her large round breasts heaving a little faster and deeper.<br/><br/>She turned her gaze back to Jol'andra when she came in with the whimpering man. Looking at the man briefly then at Jol'andra she smiled softly. Walking to the woman, the queen stopped just beside her trainer. Leaning close and brushing her full lips across the woman's ear, she whispered in her sultry voice...."Very good. Thank you Jol'andra. Please train this one...and know that I do not like to scold you. I'll take my leave now. Have fun with this one and I hope to see you later at the festival." Moving away from the trainer, Shashara walked to Quinn.<br/><br/>Standing before him, her dark eyes showed very little to most people. Only those who were closest to her knew the subtle changes that she displayed. Her voice low enough that only he could hear. "Quinn, I think I've forgotten something in my room that I must get before attending the festival." She turned and walked out of the holding room. The Queen moved gracefully toward her chambers, her hips shapely hips swaying as she walked.<br/><br/>___________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/p480x480/421239_367626369985004_1875203091_n.jpg)</div></div><br/>Name: Yazmen<br/>Location: Edge of the village...in the jungle<br/>Tagged: Max, Hedger<br/><br/>When Max turned around she looked at him and smiled brightly, then leaned close and whispered. "I want to see him.....when we take him back the trainers will take him and I won't get to see the male." Her chocolate brown eyes blinked and looked at him with a puppy dog look.  As he moved to tie him up, she slipped her bow off and readied an arrow. Pointing it at him, she waited as he was tied. Her soft brown pools looked the man over as Max tied him. When he kicked him in the face, she flinched and wrinkled her nose at Max.  Knowing the man was knocked out now, she lowered her bow, putting the arrow away and sliding the bow over her shoulder.  "Max, what did you do that for?" She turned and gave a whistle.....then looked back at Max. After a few minutes a large black mare came running up and bumped Yazmen's shoulder.<br/>