<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"></span><strong>Sapphire Tyrash Sunsorrow (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=948053)</strong><br/><br/>"Hrmph... looking for a different sister already?  I think I might be jealous..."<em>Saph tossed a wry grin towards Eris as she turned looking up at the blonde man's sister as she stood atop one of the lower hanging branches of the trees, overlooking the scene as her brother would be, presumably, shaking the party down.</em>"Ah well... no accounting for taste I suppose... one tight little elf, coming up!"<br/><br/><em>With a blinding flash, the fiery-haired vixen flicked a wrist forward and her glove seemed to seep away, her forearm becoming steadily more visible as the liquid-like leather shot forward in a gushing pool, coalescing instantly and becoming an onyx-bullwhip mere seconds before it entangled the blonde-haired elves' boot.  Saph smiled and tugged, yanking the whip savagely, trying to pitch the bitch off balance.  Mental images flew through Saph's mind as instantainious fantatasies, of the woman falling through the dense branches of the tree, the rough wood scratching at her form and ripping her clothes, eventually depositing her at her Sister's feet, gasping as she fell prone and helpless... a foul mouthed little gift for Sapphire's favorite sister...</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sapphire (uid: 49010) rolls Trip, Improved: 1d20a14 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=61430)</div></div>