[<div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/z/b/4/H/zb4H/pfdf1tn.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Pantea Artemisia</span></em><br/>HP 52 (Current HP 52)  AC 21</strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9085)<br/><br/><sup><strong>Outside of Praven - camp</strong></sup><br/><br/>When Cyrus seed begins to fill her.   She is not aware of such,  too wet, to very much over sensitive.   Yet that oversensitive  would also serve to tell her moments later.   As Cyrus raked his nails down the center of her back.   His strokes having slowed to a mere stand still and his cock buried all the way in her.   The jerky spasms of his cock ceasing,  as it has finished pumping his semen into her.   In this moment the immediate afterglow   Pantea felt the most alive,  fully human.   No beast within her.   No dark half of her.   She felt the closes to life,  that death was not part of her heritage.    His heart beat pounded in her ears.   It of course is slowing as his exertion has slowed to a standstill.    The smell of sex now cocooning around them.   Yet this session of fornication was not done.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Roll Result: Pantea rolled: 1d100, <br/>First Target Number: 80<br/>Comment: pregnancy roll<br/>Result: 96, <br/>For: 1</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>For his seed would fertilize one of her eggs.    Providing a complication that will arise out of this tryst during their quest to find the cure of the magical plague of form lycanthrope sweeping across the land.    A plague that turned women into nekos.   Catgirls,  however that are infertile.    Yet Pantea chosen path in life,  her attune infinity to her own body.   Is her greatest strength in resisting the  plague.   Simple put the magus had just gotten the monk pregnant.<br/><br/>Pantea could not name it just yet this result.   Yet something is different as she rests in the afterglow with Cyrus buried within her.   Something had changed,  her balance had tilted.    She push it off to the side.   Shrugging it off for the moment as mere sentiment felt of a clearly enjoyable union with her friend.     Tilting and arraying her head to look back at Cyrus.  She offer him a smile that worth a thousand words.  Yet conveys one most definitely.   She is well satisfied and she simply conveys one word.<br/><br/><em>"Wow."</em><br/><br/><br/><br/>