<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4rRz029.png)(http://orig04.deviantart.net/245a/f/2013/027/7/1/los_lobos_by_artmagix-d5syz8k.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Laica and Calitorn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272443.msg13403161#msg13403161)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern, Laica L5 and Calitorn K5<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>HP:</strong>Laica 24/Calitorn 27<br/><strong>AC:</strong>AC: 11/17, TAC: 11/11, FFAC: 10/16, CMD: 11/18<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort +3/+4, Ref +3/+2, Will +3/+3, Init +1/+5, Perc +0/+0<br/><br/><hr/><br/>With one step another drenched pair exchanged the rattling of rain against leather for a room of laughter and merry. A pair of fluffy ears and waves of brown hair pushed from beneath Laica's hood when she pulled it down. Grins already poured from her lips. She was just happy to finally rest and try make sure<em>he </em>got some as well. The tall dark man next to her had once been an expert in many a field, but a true master in the art of worry absorption. Laica tried her best to keep her excitement reined in but couldn't help but stare smiles at their fellow patrons, one by one as if checking each once over to see if they could be her friends. [Hey! That magician is here,] she passed onto Calitorn through their link as Amelia's warm welcomes crashed against his rain soured frown. He managed to salvage it into a thankful smile and a quick 'thank you miss' before the barmaid's rear turned to wiggle away.<br/><br/>Much more conserved in eyeing of threats than his eagerly twitching companion Calitorn caught the orcs in the corner of his eye. Laica felt his moment of unease, followed by tense confidence and calm. Laica's attention pointed up at her grumpy. [Don't worry master. They're here to have fun,] she relayed to him. She had noticed the stress stacking up on his shoulders. The lack of work and safe place to stay heightened nearly every small worry to draw Calitorn's pout a couple degrees deeper than where Laica liked it. Luckily she had all the spells to crank it back to lovable levels.<br/><br/>Calitorn led them past the first empty table and the hearth to take seat between the two largest groups. "Sit here," he tapped the table on the side opposite from orcs (L5). "Thank you, master," Laica chirped, pulling the chair as close to his as she could. She shed the last of her cloak and revealing the extent to which Calitorn seemed comfortable showing off his property. A light berry red piece circled around her breasts and pulled them upwards against the obvious slave collar hugging her neck. Her waist cloth too conveyed a level of modesty you would expect of fur kept around as eye candy or pets. The erratic swishes and swooshes of her tail hiked the skirt to every now and then balance right on the 'ready-to-fuck wherever master wants' zone. He took the seat next to her (K5), giving the orc lady to their right a passing smile that lingered long enough on the right places to pass for a flirt.<br/><br/>His little fox sat straight with hands on knees like a good pet, though she could not help but embarked on a people gazing journey once more. Laica spotted a content looking little birdy perched not too far from her for Laica to ogle at it. It was pretty well fed, much fatter than wild crow. It was must have been very happy. "I didn't notice that he had a crow last time, did you master?"<br/><br/>He saw it. "No." [Are you that interested in the man?] "I've got trouble enough with one animal." [I'm not interested in his pets. That man smells trouble.]<br/><br/>"Eeh? But master, I am a very good girl, and..." [...he seems like a good man. He has kept his word.]<br/><br/>[For now.] Calitorn threw a stealthy glare dagger in Talan's direction on his way to stare down at Laica. "I know very well what you would do if it was up to you, this is why you're on a leash, though oft leash alone seems insufficient," he said. A particular aggressive feeling shared to Laica gave weight to his words that his tone alone could not have conveyed.<br/><br/>A mischievous idea rushed heat to Laica's cheeks. She leaned closer, very much aware of the icy gaze watching her do so, and reached as sneakily as she could to cop a feel. It crossed a line only few slaves dared to tread. "Hehe~ Master looked worried, so I will be good and help."<br/><br/>His hand closed around her wrist. "That is not how it works," Calitorn whispered, unable to keep grin from hiking up the corner of his lips.<br/><br/>"This isn't how it works?" Laica pouted back.<br/><br/>Calitorn led Laica's hand back on her knee. His own ventured further up the thick furry thigh. A digit pressed against her cleft. Her grin barely twitched, though her heart skipped a beat. The pressure grew. "A good slave would know her place is not to assume what her master wants." [It's not your hands...] The whole length of his claw grazed over her clitty. Laica's grip tightened on the edges of her chair. Not a hint of it sounded in her tone.<em>Good girl,</em>Calitorn thought.<br/><br/>"Yes good slave. I'm sorry master. It won't happen again," Laica lied. She knew there would be a punishment for her later. He knew it reward enough to make sure she kept up the good work and push her boundaries.