<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</strong></sup><br/><br/>It had been her intention for a fleeting kiss.  Before Pantea could pull back,   Cyrus lurched upward and met her kiss.   The kiss immediately bloomed into one full of heated passion.   Her tongue would slide exploratory into the depths of his mouth.   Seeking his to cajole into a swirling dance of passion.<br/><br/>More then that his veins and arteries have erupted into a network a flamed as his blood rushes like a brush fire with his growing arousal.   Because of this, her own heart pumps rapidly.   Her body continues to sheer in growing need.<br/><br/>Those beyond the campfire illumination are not forgotten.    Her eyes peer past Cyrus out into the darkness.    While reluctantly she arches her body upwards while maintaining the deep kiss.    She reach down and begin to work her friends robes open.   Her need great and growing by the second.