<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Sresk.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sresk</span></span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2446598)<br/><hr/><em>Lvl 5 Female Skinwalker Monk/Bloodrager</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>65<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17<strong>Touch:</strong>15<strong>FF:</strong>21<strong>CMD:</strong>21<strong>FCMD:</strong>20<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>0<strong>Bloodrage Rounds</strong>10/13<br/><strong>Temp Effects:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>As Sophia's reply started Sresk's head tilted, emerald gaze briefly roaming the tattoos marking the taller woman. The finger aimed at Silvy had her wrinkling her nose before slowly nodding. "The witch... has her uses." The hand on her knee has her shifting, her own hand lightly patting Sophia's hand as her unblinking gaze shifted to meet the human's own gaze as she stayed silent. Eventually she stood and slipped around behind Sophia before kneeling, her knees settling against Sophia's rear while her hands lightly rested on the Chieftess's shoulders. Tugging she guided Sophia into leaning back till the woman's head rested against her small bust. "Scalehearts. They call us Scalehearts. It is... hard. Those missing... my first thoughts. They weren't strong enough." Her chin rests on the top of Sophia's head, arms lightly wrapping around the woman's shoulders with her thumbs brushing Sophia's collarbone.<br/>"They were tribe. Their loss... hurts. But that thought wriggles like a fish on a hook. You all care so freely. Openly. Oddly. I'm... jealous I think."<br/><br/>Her chin turns atop Sophia's head as she looks towards the ship and the rest of the Sept. "The witch. She is tribe. But threat to the tribe. Her sisters. Her coven. Not as nice. Not as good. As she says." A deep rumble shakes her form even as a low and drawn out hiss spills from her. "They paid. In blood. For every harm they caused." Her head tilts and she grows quiet, still enough that Sophia can barely feel her breath or her heartbeat. She stays like that for a few long moments before she snorts. "Elders. Often spoke of big ideals. Way things SHOULD be even if not. Yet only fang and claw and fist. Only blood and violence keeps the tribe safe."<br/><br/>