<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/fc/51/f3/fc51f34b0e24e213a91d17f99bb8c3cb--character-portraits-character-ideas.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hashut<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Prefect<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Wishing to Bathe<br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>Male Dormitory --> The Bathing Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>His Traditional earth brown loincloth with a golden ring holding it around his waist and a few more special momentoes around his neck.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Carla, and Jean<br/><hr/><br/>Hashut could see it all now, all within his possible grasp but first he had to lay the ground works to his plans. In order to do so he would need to present an air of loyalty and incorruptibility to the staff and more importantly the Student Council which governed this school. Looking down at his own form he saw flecks of dust and a scent of putrid reptilian odor that would not be to his benefit. Reaching over his neatly put away clothing he gingerly retrieved a few items, his prefect robes, a new under set of loin cloth and a brown vest for his top and quickly he whisked himself down the hall towards the bathrooms. Stepping post haste, while weaving his way between the few folks that populated these hallways did he arrive at the washrooms no later then twenty or fifteen minutes had passed when that Satyr woman had passed him heading towards here.<br/><br/>Hashut pushed this thought aside as he entered, no subtly in his action he pushed the door open a little too hard causing it to slam against the inside wall. Gritting his fanged maw in dismay, the thunderous boom of the door hitting the stone walls reverberated through the bathing room. Making a mental note in his head to be more careful next time especially with how strong he was in comparison to most he would need to exercise more restraint lest the staff might grow more suspicious of him. Regardless the Lizardfolk, towering over most, stepped inside onto the cold tiled floor. Each step was followed by a heavy foot fall and the light clicking of his claws tapping against the floor. Moving towards a few of the lockers to the side he opened it up, its metal hinges whining in protest of being opened. Easing his hand underneath his waistband of his loin cloth he used his other hand to undo the knots that held up the brown sash around his loins and deposited that cloth in the locker before shutting it with a halfhearted slam sound.<br/><br/>Hashut began to walk towards the main bathing area, the warmth made his scales quiver in delight and the humidity eased the pain in his throat. Stopping for but a moment he took a deep breath of the air he so missed, warm and oppressive in its nature. Still he should not get too ahead of himself on his plans, after all as many of the elders had said in days before him that the hunter who is most patient shall find their prey utterly helpless and besides this was a perfect time to relax... the big meeting between the students and the staff would take place so he would need all the de-stressing he could. Stepping through an open door way into the bathing area he would be surprised to find that Satyr woman sitting on the edge of the great bath, pouring water down her supple and curvaceous form.<br/><br/>She on the other hand would see a rather “gifted” lizardman, his flaccid member swaying with his methodical and heavy footed movements. His malehood slapping at the sides of his thighs gently though she could he was quite... “endowed” in both aspects of his package. He was well toned, muscles trained by years of hard labor and hunting a few scars adorning his frame from previous brawls among his own kind or others.  Not trying to make this anymore awkward as it was Hashut couldn't help but drink in her form, his eyes scanning across her bust and thighs like that of a predator as he walked a bit closer to her and sat down on the edge keeping his thighs open. Turning to her his mustard yellow eyes, a single black dot in the middle of each focused entirely onto Carla. Hashut opened his maw slightly and spoke slowly, hissing softly like a tire loosing its air.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Such a beautiful woman sits next to Hashut, might Hashut inquire her name?"</span><br/><br/>Flicking his tongue out to taste the air, he could taste the earth that flowed through the air as a scent thus masking Jean from both sight and smell. Both of Hashut's eyes were fixed upon her frame while a coiling grin worked itself across his face and his tail swaying behind him.