<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/79812734801.jpg)</div><strong>Celeste Southland</strong><br/><br/><strong>Health:</strong>20 / 22 |<strong>Mana:</strong>9 / 9 |<strong>Virtue:</strong>9 / 12<br/><br/><strong>Inventory</strong><br/><div class="floatleft">Equipped:<br/>Steel longsword<br/>Steel half-helmet, Steel breastplate, Steel vambraces <br/>Steel Pauldrons, <del>Steel Greaves</del>, Steel Sabatons<br/></div><div class="floatright">Leather pouch:<br/>Healing potions X2, Blue potion, Purple Potion, Pearl necklace, Soap bar<br/></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Breaking free from the hellhound's grip (if you could call it that) was good. Having her sword back and ready to kill this thing was better. Discipline and composure were essential for Celeste to have at this moment, as her arousal was still very much real - her soaked panties can attest to that. Knowing that the last time she tried it, her weapon was caught up in one of the cages and as a consequence was put victim to a peculiar sexual onslaught. Not this time.<br/><br/>Taking a more passive, defensive stance, Celeste readied herself for the hound that would no doubt want to take a bite out of her neck... or her sex, as it would seem in this world she found herself in. Glancing further south on the hellhound, she did notice that the beast found just as much pleasure in the last few moments as she did. The knight shook the thoughts out of her head, again focusing on the task at hand.