<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)<br/><strong>Nuria (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Nuria)</strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Godlike   <strong>Class:</strong> Immolator Custom (https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/9699466/Immolator-custom-v1.1.pdf)   <strong>HP</strong>: 20/20  <hr/></div></div>"… eh?" Nuria complained as she felt the strong Phel-hand pull her back. Sure she could! Easily, even, with all that heat and fire ar--wait, she hadn't meant it<em>that way</em>. The ire washed from her face as the realization did over her. Apparently that was the sort of greeting renegade Anda barbarians had for each other. She wasn't one to sit on the sidelines, however, especially not when she spied the massive thing between Burissest's legs. Her eyes widened -- rather perceptively, even, as her lips perked up into a grin of her own.<br/><br/>The hand on her shoulder, wrapped in bandages rather than leather, felt strong and callused -- this Anda was taller than her and likely a good bit stronger, but Nuria's own form was fairly well-developed, too. And she had a different sort of strength than just muscle. It didn't escape the firewielder's notice either, how quickly that hand was retracted again. "As you say," she noted, placing an uncomfortably hot hand of her own on Burissest's shoulder in turn. "But be careful who you say can't harm you, lest they feel inclined to prove otherwise." Her fingers ran a spider's crawl along the smith's arm and down towards the member there that was already fairly rigid for Phelpysis, her fellow Anda.<br/><br/>"I guess you mountainfolk are all well-endowed one way or another," she purred, but refrained from actually touching the big futa-cock. She didn't want to actually hurt their new demonic friend, after all, so instead she gave her muscled ass a friendly swat. Then moved over to do the exact same thing to Phelypsis. Wouldn't want her to think she liked the 'newer sleeker model' more, after all. "Now go play, but if this is just a friggin' mating ritual and you start going at it, I won't stand by watching."<br/><br/>"You'll need to look at those chains proper again after, but -- the bit and bridle thing, now, that's a good idea." She grinned, idly glancing around for a good place to settle whilst watching the display of rippling womanly muscle. Maybe one of the fireplaces was semi-comfy? Soft things usually didn't survive a hot fire, but she'd learned to make do. They were so very rejuvenating, after all. And she wasn't opposed to showing off a bit herself.<br/><br/>The hearth would do. Those who weren't aware of Nuria and her status as the incarnation of living fire might have thought her a madwoman as she started to climb on top of the thing -- but of course she was unharmed by the extreme heat and instead stretch out there, luxuriating in the intensity of her own element there. Then, finally, though Phelypsis had given away her name earlier, she decided to introduce herself: "I am Nuria. Also of the Delvers. And if 'adventurer' isn't enough of a job description, 'fire goddess' will do."<br/><br/>Propping herself to lie on her stomach, the supposed goddess rested her chin against her hand and waited for the entertainment to begin.