<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/Thomas__Dresden_Files_by_dauntingfire-1.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Cyrus Valerian</span></em><br/>HP 56 (Current HP 56)  AC 16</strong><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9084)<br/><br/><sup><strong>Camp</strong></sup><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cyrus grinned at Gra'ak's plan to avoid the risk of Ceara's infection spreading to a populous.  "Leave the two of you behind at camp while Pantea and I do the legwork?  At least it is practical in achieving our goal without being counterproductive about it."  The magus' grin became something a little more deviant.  "And at least the two of you will have 'protection'."  While that may not be the paladin's intension, spending enough time with Lasciel had taught him that no matter how devout the individual, every person has primal needs that are just waiting to be set loose.  Given enough temptation even the most strong willed people will succumb to their base desires.  He found himself wishing there would be some way he could watch what happened between them whenever they would split up.<br/><br/>When Pantea directly told Ceara how things stood, Cyrus simply went about packing up his portion of camp.  The last thing he wanted to do was get caught in the middle of a catfight, though in this sense it's only half literal.  Sure, among commoners such fights were amusing and mildly erotic.  Against women who are trained in the art of combat, namely Pantea, then things took on a whole new level of severity to it.  As it stood, Ceara's capabilities were mostly an unknown quantity, but given the timid first impression Cyrus wasn't so sure a fight between the two women would end in her favor.  Then again, it wouldn't be the first time he misread another and has made it a point to not entirely discount another based upon outward appearances.<br/><br/><em>"Let's go,  if we are to make the monastery."</em><br/><br/>Pantea's gaze was smoldering when she looked back at the group, and not in the manner that he had experienced intimately the night before.  The dhampir looked almost eager for physical conflict as her predatory nature was all but obvious in her stance.<em>God help whoever crosses her.</em>