<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">--The neomah is exuding appeal. Sexual desire washes off her in waves. <br/>--The leash causes a quick, almost electrical jolt, that leaves a quiet gap as though something were missing at the base of her mind. Wild Heart cannot reach the fires within, Though she can feel them burning just beneath the leash. (No essence based abilities) <br/>--Using Harrow the Mind she has offered a more appealing form for you to see. A Wits + Integrity difficulty 9 will break it, though you can spend 1 Willpower to resist the illusion for the scene.</div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/58/399px-Sasha_Bonilova.jpg)</div>The neomah paced, always keeping her eyes locked with the elemental. Hedria smiled winningly, "You will make a beautiful sale, Mistress will be pleased," she circled the enclosure as she watched the elemental. Passing from the light to the deeper, darker shadows of the cavern she admired Wild Heart's form from all angles. A predatory purr rose as Wild Heart bent to gather the leash, "Nice view." She chuckled as Wild Heart glared at her, keeping her smile appreciative until the fastening of the leash. Then her demeanor changed, she strode directly for the wall entering the light again, her form had shifted a bit, her petite breasts had grown from mere handfuls to resting heavy on her chest. Her skin had paled to a beautiful honey gold, and hair had sprung into long wavy wheat locks.<br/><br/>With a malicious glee, she drew down a long whip, wrapping it shoulder cross chest to hip and letting it coil between and under her right breast. Turning, Hedria swished forward, her breasts bouncing with each step and breath. Stepping over the lines in the floor, the neomah bent over, arching her back in a sultry fashion. She gathered the loose pot, setting the scrubbing brushes and oil where she lifted the pot. "Oh, don't bother. You have been cut off from your essence. Just a moment, let me get the water." The neomah moved to the seep in the wall that was pouring into the containment circle. She filled the bucket with the cold water, the misting water sprinkling across her own form causing her nipples to harden, her stomach to tighten, and her breath to become shallow and empassioned. With a shake that jiggled her in very tantalizing ways, she turned. "I see what you mean, the water is very brisk."<br/><br/>Glistening like a farmboys wetdream, Hedria offered the pot of frigid water to Wild Heart, "Take the pot, and I will allow you to warm it. Spill the pot and I drag you under the waterfall. You are proud, strong and beautiful. You are also injured and cut from your higher powers, I am fresh, unharmed, unleashed and accompanied by Thurr. Do not make this unpleasant. There are so many ways this could become more...tolerable. After your bath I will let you burn away the ice, if there is time." She walked within scent, musk and honey wafted off the seductress as she brushed against the arm, a sensual bump of padded hip to firm hip.<br/><br/>There it lay, defy and suffer, the whip wrapped around the jailer, spill the pot get doused in frigid spray, rebel and be given to the blood ape. Cooperate, and enjoy?