<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/9c/a9/1c9ca9e1fbe72b3b255f42ab0145aaea.jpg)</div><strong>Ayreth Sky-Hunter (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1968981)</strong><br/>Half-Elf barbarian<br/><strong>HP:</strong>16/16<br/><strong>Current Active effects:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br/><hr/>Ayreth was watching her firends massage their new tits with a perplexed look. She looked down at her own generous cleavage, looking for anything new. Reached up, gave her own nipple a little tweak through the thin leather of her "armor". She didn't fall down in an orgasmic heap, it just felt like pinching her own nipple. Weird. Tweak, tweak. Didn't feel bad, sure, but...<strong>"Are all of you okay? Uhm, aside from suddenly being girls and... and... a snake."</strong>Why was no one more worried about<em>that</em>?<br/><br/>She reached back to sheathe her sword. Elohim went one way, Lee went another, and Ayreth harrumphed and folded her arms.<strong>"We should leave both the pipsqueaks be and find our own way! Someone's butt needs kicked and my boots of righteousness are itching!"</strong>A long sigh.<strong>"I don't think they had your cocks, <em>or</em> our chickens. They were <em>fibbing</em>. We can't trust them."</strong>Ayreth was now convinced that some poultry had gone missing as well.<strong> "We would have seen them after all, flapping around!"</strong>Cocks or chickens? Yes.<strong>"Ugh."</strong><br/><br/>She's heard this story before! Friends split up to meet with rival factions, become part of said factions, come to blows. No sir! She reaches out to grab Ellie by the tail, since it's offered, giving the appendages tip a tug.<strong>"Come on, we've got to catch them before they become part of a bad theater-play! <em>LEEEEEEE ELOHIIIIIM</em>!"</strong>She bellows, like a mama cow calling the calves or something.<strong>"Come on, we're going to find a dastardly boob-wizard to punish!"</strong>