<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cantankerous Cleric Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325526.msg15653608#msg15653608)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Them Trees<br/><strong>Mission:</strong>The Satyr in the Woods<strong>CLOSED; between Envious and TheVillain</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>TheVillain<br/><strong> </strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Tension started to rear its ugly head again as Selphie's emotions see-sawed back and forth. A small<strong>"oof"</strong>of surprise left her lips as the Satyr picked her up like a ragdoll. He was strong. The grass prickled her backside, itching her delicate skin. The random details she noticed as she tried to focus on things other than the beast on top of her were unable to hold her attention. There was no witty retort she could think of. No subtle dig that she dared attempt. She wasn't sure how close she was to the dangerous line between a predator being amused and a predator being enraged at her attempts at sarcastic emasculation, and once she was pinned beneath him, Selphie had decided that she didn't want to find where the line was.<br/><br/>Her legs spread wide to fit the Satyr between them and her hands fell by her sides, palms pressing into the ground. She stared at his yellow eyes. She wasn't submissive, but she was compliant, and that was good enough for the deed they were about to do.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/>