<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Kr35QbB.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Sparrow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585650#msg13585650)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Group 1<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>kitty outfit  (https://i.imgur.com/2pQV6ID.jpg)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>HP- 20/20    Flow- 3   XP- 6/9  Effects-<br/><hr/><br/>The trip back up through the Anus was a uniquely harrowing one. They had retraced their steps, and each landmark came with it's share of memories, not many of them pleasant ones. Fortunately with the pace they were going at Sparrow didn't have much time for melancholy, and his winged companion provided a constant comforting distraction. Though it was perhaps more accurate to say Sparrow was the one providing comfort to her, the horny Moth making sure they didn't go too long without a "rest break", taking advantage of their isolation from the rest of the group to kiss, grope, and fondle the young monk to her heart's content. Still, despite how aggressive she was, it was never to the point of being overwhelming, and her forcefulness actually ended being beneficial, as it allowed him to give himself over to his growing sexuality without getting to constantly second guess things. As such his comfort with sex grew dramatically over their ascension, and by the second night the boy finally gave Moth what she had been so desperately yearning for. The boy proved to be a quick learner, years of martial arts training granting him precise control over his body, especially his hips, his bottom-heavy figure allowing him to put a surprising amount of force into every thrust. He had also discovered a unique quirk of his healing hands technique, proving equally capable of "restoring stamina" as it was at mending wounds. And the Moth would be pleasantly surprised to find that his petite frame and feminine cuteness did not reflect what laid between his legs. Every where else he was an adorable little boi, but in that particular area he was most definitely a man. All this considered the girl's long wait was not for naught.<br/><br/>On the third morning Sparrow crested over the stairs with a satisfying soreness in his body, feeling paradoxically both drained and refreshed, an interesting new sensation he supposed he would get used to over time, "Wow..." he muttered as he gazed up at the stars, feeling a strange wave of comfort and nostalgia wash over him, even though he had only rested under these stars for but a few days before entering the Anus, "I won't lie, part of me thought we would never return to this place...thank you Eleanor. I doubt we would have made it this far without your help" Sparrow said, grabbing the woman's hands in his own and giving her a warm smile. While she had proven to be a...'stricter' leader than he had expected, the kindness she showed them couldn't be understated. Plus he'd be lying if he said there wasn't just a little bit of satisfaction in seeing Anahita being humbled as she had been during the trip, after what was now weeks of hounding from the woman, "I still have my tags, so I can pass through with you as normal...also..." he said, fishing out the pair of tags he had tried to slip to Anahita and Moth earlier, "I'm not sure if they have any magic or markings preventing their exchange, but I do have an extra pair of tags we've found that Ana and Moth could potentially use. Given her amnesia I'm sure she'd be able to pass off convincingly, for all we know these really could have been her tags so in a way it wouldn't be a complete lie" Sparrow suggested, figuring the fewer people they had to sneak in the easier it would go. After all it was more convincing that a group of four adventurers had captured two slaves than it was that a group of two adventurers had somehow captured four slaves and managed to bring them up this far without them escaping.<br/><br/>Their preparations were delayed however, as they saw what appeared to be a fellow adventurer approach. Sparrow gave them a friendly smile and a wave, though this quickly vanished as the woman proceeded to boldly snatch Ana by the throat, seeming to think she could just walk up and start assaulting one of their party without consequence, "What the...?" the boy muttered, too stunned by the woman's audacity to move at first, though as she continued he found his brow's furrowing and his fists clenching. Who was this woman to waltz up to them and try to rob them of one of their companions as if someone else's life was owed to her? Even if it was Ana, he wouldn't tolerate such fragrant abuse, and so Thog would find the young monk stepping up to her, standing toe to toe to her defiantly, "Put her down..." he said firmly, granted not looking particularly intimidating given how she dwarfed him by well over a foot, though appearances were deceiving, "I don't know where you got the idea that you could just stroll in and start manhandling whoever you please, but you're mistaken to think that privilege extends to my friends. I suggest you keep your hands to yourself...lest you desire those hands broken..."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">meditation<br/>At 2019-02-21 13:08:55, pdragon (uid: 57462) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=131080)</div></div>