<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/SettyJenesequah/RP/EllPost_zpsbbd83e4a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ithilethiel<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Humanoid<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Alik, Arelia<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Northern Kayzorian<br/><hr/><br/>Ell’s upper body rested easily against the male as his arm looped about her shoulders, a satisfied smirk dancing across her lips at the expression on the human woman’s face. Having been around the bipedals before, Ell knew quite well their constant fear of not being on the top of the food chain . . . To instill that discomfort made Ithilethiel feel quite proud of herself. Nonetheless, she quirked an eyebrow and looked up to Alik as he forced her breasts to bounce, a look that clearly said, ‘was that entirely necessary?’ As if the silver female hadn’t caused enough alarm to the poor Centos. Aside from a nod in his direction, she offered no other acknowledgement to his words. Let the woman think the she-dragon was still considering her for lunch.<br/><br/>Alik’s question toward the human had Ell’s attention focused back on the other female, grey eyes focusing on the basket in her hand as Ell’s torso leaned forward curiously to get a better glance at the contents within. After the woman’s brief description, Ell’s eyes flicked curiously up to her face, her head tilting slightly to the side. “Your kind is plagued with so much illness as to require these things?” The silver had seen such unusual concoctions placed on injuries in the past, when she’d managed to come across traveling elves. At that time, she had voiced the question as to why they didn’t simply lick their wounds . . . An inquiry she would not repeat in front of this human, considering her memory of the unusual stares and glances she’d received in the response previous. Not to mention that they never answered her directly, which had been—and still was—mildly irritating.<br/><br/>Ell’s attention returned to Alik as she rested her side against him once more, eyebrows lifted slightly, “resourceful creatures, if I may say so myself. Perhaps we should<em>not</em>eat her.” Her thumb brushed short vertical paths along his hip, chilling the flesh in an attempt to distract him as her eyes settled back on the human woman. “Such a tiny thing. She lacks the proper amount of fat for a snack that size to be truly enjoyable. And I do so<em>hate</em>how their bones get stuck between my teeth.”<br/><br/>Having finally agreed not to eat the Centos, Ell allowed her insatiable curiosity to overcome her. “What ailments do these particular selections cure?”