<div align="center"><strong>[Mythic Britannia]</strong> </div><br/><div align="center">Uranda (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82849.msg3689491#msg3689491)<br/></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/> "Oh hush demon you talk far too much!" she snapped finally pulling her hair to the bag, "that can has no magical value!" she stated rather aggravated.<br/><br/> "and how many times Must I insist! I am no Angel!" she stated. and rubbed her temples. Upon seeing the Amulet. "that's mine!" she said with much emotion, "it belongs to me." she tried to snatch it, but before she could Uranda was packing it."That is my amulet!" she stated again. "And I did not choose to fall in! it was an accident!" she said frustrated feeling the blood rush up to her face. "Now, hand me back my trinket." Afraid to say too much Melina disincluded all the part about the amulet moving her here.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Hush not wisdom of talk of matters more sensible than actions Ive seen from your hand Good woman ! Perhaps Angel found subtle ways to deceive demons for legs like yours prove be Angel I swear it ! No more talk of denying what blood must breathe their life for my eyes can not be so fooled."<br/><br/>In a manner more obvious than teenage boys Uranda looked to the woman's form, obviously thinking thoughts more perverted than the most hormone driven of men. She even licked her lips !<br/><br/>"If it belongs to you then why fate find it in my pockets my mischievous Melinda ? Please do not try snatching something from me not that I value possessions anyway but no words of courtesy be unsuitable of woman of any standing or upbringing. Shame n your parents raising you so. Moments before your arrived I was finished a ritual to change the temperament and longings of stallions about such parts. For horse-rape of women to be common about this kingdom enough to become integrated into their culture. Once done private scents change to evoke it ever more. Three Moons see women more often riding below not above such beasts for journeys to yonder townships.<br/><br/>Interrupting demons from such work more than volunteers for its aidful coming most surely. A beauty of the likes of you being publicly taken so would speedily manage acceptance three fold. Of your face form for such lovely happenings be tapestries and statues celebrating halls of temples come. If not angel to others now after such to others most definitely be eternal in minds, thoughts and loin-stirrings of followers pray be soonful. Perhaps be your current wetness more destined measure of such honored anticipation? Master masons and weavers be pleasure for thee direction"<br/><br/>The Demoness didnt say it as a threat, the question seemed more an offer and a hope. Said matter of factly so fluidly it did seem like it was a typical thought Uranda had and agreement all but inevitable. She seemed taken by the idea of commissioning such statues and her own left hand moved over her own lower stomach as if about to relieve brewing tension before snapping out of it and returning her focus back to the trinket.<br/><br/>"Yours ? hmph ! If rightful owner you then proof or manners beforehand show."<br/><br/>Then strangely the Demoness looked at Mel with what seemed to be genuine pity.<br/><br/>"Days perhaps pass before your mind and tounge restore to sense worthy of listening. Please forgive me judging you so before time recovered."<br/>