<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8e/Reohuthumb.JPG)</div>Name: Reo<br/>Current Form : Draconic<br/>Players Nearby : Isela<br/>Location: Cliffs overlooking a fuckton of wyrms<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Getting about the reaction he expected, Reo laughed, enjoying watching the female dance around. Idly, as he watched, he found himself wanting to have her without that damnable cloth that covered her body from view. She had chosen such delicious proportions when she had created the thing, and he found his own body responding to just the thought of it. Tilting his head in curiosity at the strange look in her eyes, he was caught utterly by surprise as she jumped on him.<br/><br/>Allowing her a moment or two of satisfied triumph, he soon realized how<em>good</em>the feeling of her weight atop him felt. Cheeks flushing slightly red at the thoughts that whipped through his mind, he quickly covered them by grinning up at her, and throwing her weight to his left. With ease. he rolled atop her and neatly pinned her wrists above her head.<br/><br/>Bare body above hers, with hips and muscled thighs pressing against her own, the smile remained for a moment, then slowly faded once more. With an odd look, he slowly leaned down, cheek to cheek, and whispered into her ear. "Cold, dearest Isela, is what I tend to do best."<br/><br/>Reo was tense with restraint, wanting nothing more than to physically express his attraction to her, but holding it back out of both respect and a fear of rejection that would never be admitted. Levering himself into a sitting position, he carefully stood, and walked upwards over her body. Giving her a cheeky grin, he dug his feet in, and simply leaped from the face of the cliff. Immediately, the change swept over his body, and wings extended to catch the air and take him away from the dangerous woman, and the situation that had almost escalated.