<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/FUZQBX9.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Sparrow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585650#msg13585650)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Maya, Chains, Mei, Anahita, Alexander<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>monk garments (https://i.imgur.com/Sq5Quod.jpg) (chain mail under clothing)<br/><hr/><br/>The whole ride down Sparrow had been stoic, eyes closed, breaths measured, his mind focusing on one thing and one thing only, their journey through the treacherous depths below...at least, that was what he was<em>supposed</em>to be thinking about, unfortunately the boy found a constant distraction in the form of the tall Myaran spell caster Anahita, who's own personal meditation seemed to come in the form of touching him in literally anyway she could manage. It had seemed innocent enough at first, she seemed to bump and glance against him with the shaking of the elevator, fair enough he thought, she was probably just unused to such travel. Though as he actions became increasingly bold the boy started to realize they were no accidents, particularly around the time she started groping his behind, something she had dared to do more than once before on their practice missions together.<br/><br/>Despite the shamelessness of the act the boy didn't speak or act to stop her, after all as a disciple of Umballa such distractions should not have deterred him from his meditation in the first place, and while Anahita might have towered over the shorter male, in truth he was several times stronger than her, and thus there was no honor in retaliating against her teasing advances. Instead he simply took a deep breath and tried harder to focus on his meditation, having to bite his lip to keep himself centered as the sudden squeeze of his ass sent a shiver up and down his spine. Of course the problem with his pacifism was that Anahita no doubt saw his lack of retaliation as an open invitation to continue doing so in the future, though just like now Sparrow would just have to endure.<br/><br/>It wasn't until the elevator clanged to a brief halt that the boy's eyes fluttered open, and all at once he felt a rush of excitement flow through him, causing his blood to race and his heart to pound like a drum. This was it, this was his opportunity, not just to save the world from the monsters that plagued it, but to prove himself a worthy disciple. This journey would be a true expression of his art form, with his body as the brush and history itself the canvas. When he saw the flock of harpies on the horizon the boy instinctively dropped into a fighting stance, believing a bit naively that they were meant to fight this first challenge head on as a way of proving themselves. Apparently no one else agreed with this philosophy as mere seconds later he found himself completely alone as the others made a mad dash for cover, "W-wait, where are you?...aren't we supposed to-.....uh-oh" the boy murmured, finding that discretion was the better part of valor in this instance. As a team he was confident they could have driven off the flock of horrible harpies...all on his own with just his fists? perhaps not so much.<br/><br/>Sparrow would find himself coming up in the rear of the party, the others having gotten a considerable head start obviously, catching up just in time to see Mei inspecting the oddly shaped...mushrooms? "oh my, this place is...umm..." the boy murmured with a blush, glancing around at the exotic and erotic sights and having no idea how to process it. He had been told, as everyone was, about the corruption that consumed the Anus of Gaia. However the boy had been raised chastely in a monastery made up mostly of men, to say he was ignorant about matters of the flesh was quite the understatement. So words like "corrupted" and "perverse" had little actual meaning to the boy, as such none of the descriptions had remotely prepared him for what this place actually looked like. The boy found himself feeling all warm and flustered and awkward wherever he turned, and for someone who tried to always keep a calm, steady mind this was quite a problem.<br/><br/>The sensory over load was so high that Sparrow found it hard to even focus on what the others were saying, or the strange warning signs they were addressing, "umm, y-yeah...we should, er, get them?" the boy muttered somewhat confusedly, blushing even brighter as he gazed at the wooden sign posts and the lewd positions that had been carved out, knowing just enough about reproduction to know that he probably shouldn't be looking at such things.