<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Gul (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=429286)</strong></span><br/><strong>HP</strong>50/50 + 26 temp hp<br/><strong>AC</strong>11; Touch 11; Flat-footed 9<br/><strong>Status</strong>Extended Heart of Air, Earth, Fire and Water (+10 enhancement to speed and jump checks, +8 to resist bull rush, overrun and trip, fire resistance 20, swim speed equal to land speed, +8 swim checks, breathe water, +5 escape artist, immune to extra damage from critical hits and sneak attacks) 20 hours<br/><strong>Condition</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Gul had to work very hard to suppress a shiver as the new Matron Mother closed the distance between them.  Abduxuel seemed quite pleased with the changeling's work, something it was very glad for.  And yet, with the distance between them now cut down to such an intimate span, it was becoming somewhat difficult for the shapeshifter to maintain its self-control.  Mother was so very close to it now, close enough that it could feel his breath on its skin, close enough that it would be so trivial to just reach out and touch the cold and beautiful drow...<br/><br/>It earned some respite when Abduxuel pulled away, enough that it could collect its thoughts and better prepare itself for when the drow closed the distance again, soft and sultry voice speaking of personal rewards.  From what it knew of Mother Hunger, he was not the type to slowly lead up to passionate affairs.  When he desired sensual pleasures, he made his intentions clear from the start, and when he did not, he instead used his great beauty and charismatic presence to his advantage in social interactions with others.<br/><br/>In other words, Gul wasted little time in realizing that it was likely being toyed with, that Abduxuel simply enjoyed presenting the prospect of pleasure and then never following through in order to watch it squirm and struggle to deal with its arousal...  And even though it knew this, that didn't actually help it resist the Matron's charms at all.  A personal gift, and they were so close together, in such an intimate pose, and it could feel that cold breath once again tickling its skin...  And suddenly, the topic of conversation shifted to castration, and the crafting of body-parts into items of power.<br/><br/>The changeling felt...  for lack of a better word, 'frustrated'.  It had no doubt that Mother Hunger could read it quite well, see the agony it was going through, what it desired, and what effect having that desire left unfulfilled was having upon it...  But it knew that if it actually asked for what it wanted, it would only be considered an open display of weakness, an invitation for disaster.  All it could do was try to figure out what sort of item it might want for itself, and in the state it was in, focusing on anything but the otherworldly beauty before it was going to be extremely difficult...<br/><br/>...Fortunately, it was saved by the timely arrival of Abduxuel's brother, Micar.