<strong>Balthus</strong>| HP: 3 MP: 1 | OT: 0/70 | GP: 0/100 | IMPREG: 50%<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">T</span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">he Orc watched, rather amused as it happened, as that winged Goddess decided to start flapping its wings. The wind scooping up the snow hardly bothered the Orc, even the stinging bits of ice that struck his flesh were hardly bothersome. This was an Orc, after all, an Orc that had been battered with the pointed tip of spears and swords on the lower plane. An Orc who had once even had the misfortunate of catching a fireball spell right in its gut. The bit of stinging from a bit of ice, no matter how sharp, was hardly going to phase the beast. That wasn't even accounting for the cold. The Orcs body was basically a radiator for heat. It was why, even in the most bristling of conditions, the Orcs chose to wear little more than clothes to cover their groins. In the summer any clothing was unbearable because of the heat. In the winter the Orcs could travel with far less frustration even if the cold weather did slow down their cooking and hunting.<br/><br/>So as for a blizzard and shards of mirror-like ice spinning around? An inconvenience for the Orc. A minor one at that. In fact, if the poor Snow Angel was paying attention, she might have seen that the Orc hardly even reacted to what was occurring around him. Rather the Orc was intent on just staring at her with those lewd and eager eyes. Eventually, the battle of the wind and the Ice started to grow <em>uncomfortable</em> for the Orc. So, seeing as she was the source of disturbance and that she had finally landed, the Orc began to make it's way through the heavy winds.<br/><br/>It would no doubt be a shock for the poor Goddess when the orc stepped into the eye of the vortex with little more than a few cuts, and scrapes, on it's muscular body. The Orc even gave out a rather indignant snort as it wiped away the dust of snow that was covering its body. Though, once in the vortex, that dust of snow began droplets of water thanks to the Orcs unreasonable body heat.<br/><br/>The Orc, once fully emerged from the blizzard, looked at the snow angel with a gaze that, honestly, could best be described as a starved bear staring at a salmon that had unfortunately jumped out the river and landed ashore.<br/><br/><strong>"Seem like right place. You make good breeding sow. Balthus never fuck your kind before."</strong><br/><br/>While staring at the Goddess the Orc had already come to a decision over her new title. Winged-Slut. It seemed the most appropriate.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">                                   </span><br/><br/>Balthus rolls 2d10: Result: 5,6.<br/>Balthus succeeds in breaking blizzard.</span>