<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/13/53/1d/13531db9b6da053e62f2cb4324f06620.jpg)</div><strong>Gurlove (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1725433)</strong><br/><em>Half-Orc Barbarian: Beserker 4 CN</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gurlove spared little thought for the woman that she was effectively saving at the moment.  Her anger, her rage, her power was focused on the displacer beast that she had been hunting.  It was fortunate for the woman that her prey had been what was attacking her or Gurlove might not have been so quick to intervene.  Or perhaps she would've if she had gotten a good look at the clothing, or now lack thereof after the damage it had taken in the fight.  But she wasn't thinking about that right now, nor was she really thinking about the reward she could expect for killing the beast.  In fact, she wasn't really thinking about anything at all aside from finishing off the creature that was now trying to escape and finding itself barely able to move as it's hind legs weren't moving at all and the blood was flowing from the deep wounds that Gurlove's axe had craved into its flesh.  Turning it's head back towards Gurlove, it hissed as if trying to get her to back off so it could escape.<br/><br/>But Gurlove showed no mercy and stalked closer, moving quickly but smart enough to know how dangerous a corner animal was.  However, there was no fight left in the creature and with one more powerful strike from her axe, the displacer beast's head was cloven from it's body, which immediately went limp and dropped to the ground.  Panting slightly, Gurlove allowed a smile to cross her face as one powerful arm hefted her axe up and onto her shoulder while the other reached down to grab the head of the displacer beast.  She looked into the now dead eyes of the beast as she thought about the coin that it would fetch for her come the morning when she took it back to the village.  It pleased her that the hunt had only taken a short time as it meant she would be able to collect her money and move on sooner that she had hoped.  However, that was for the morning.  For now, she would turn her attention to the woman whose screams had led her to her prey.<br/><br/>She turned and it was the first time that she really noted who it was.  The woman was simply gorgeous and caused her blood to boil in a way that had nothing to do with the ight she had just been in.  Add to that the fact that her dress had been ripped to shreds to the point that it left very little to the imagination and it was a recipe for an entirely different desire to start to flood her being.  There was no missing how her eyes would settle on the large breasts and the nipples that were poking through the thin fabric that remained covering them.  Gurlove knew what she wanted to do now, but she was smart enough to know that she had to approach this carefully.  The girl had just been through a scary experience and likely didn't know what to make of what had just happened.  And Gurlove knew how intimidating she could be, especially after what she had just done.<br/><br/>"My name is Gurlove," she said, her voice holding a bit of gruffness that came from her orcish heritage, though her voice was clearly feminine as well, "Who are you?  And what are you doing out here?  You not belong here."  The head of the displacer beast was waved in her direction to indicate her nearly ruined clothing to demonstrate her point as she did her best to keep her eyes on the woman's eyes, though failing very miserably as those breasts were just too good to ignore.