[<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 - camp</strong></sup><br/><br/>A warm feeling filled her.  This night with her friend had been different.  Different in a good way.  What or why it has been good is beyond her in the moment.   There is a small sloshing pop as Cyrus pulls his cock from her grip.    The rush of night air assaults her bruised  vulva.   Which soon will be puffy from the coupling.<br/><br/>"Would you like to join me in my bedroll this night?"  Cyrus asks of her,  as their eyes meet.   Without pause Pantea would give a shake of her head yes as she also respond verbally.<br/><br/><em>"Yes I like that very much."</em><br/><br/>It is this moment after that she feels most in being wholly human and alive.  That no dark stain rests on her soul.   A part of her being that will always be tainted.    She could not help but smile infectious like.   Because of that delight in wanting to lay and snuggle with her lover.   With the sweet smell of sex heavy upon her like a soothing tonic to calm her fearful beast within.<br/><br/>With her response she turn and crawl to array next to Cyrus.<br/><br/>