<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/>A rumble runs through Sresk's body as she nods, her hair brushing against Sophia's cheek and her arms briefly tightening again. When Sophia points at Grim she leans forward, dense muscle and small breasts pressing tight to the taller woman's back while her other arm drops from around Sophia's shoulder to wrap around the woman's toned waist. A snicker drifts from her before she gives a small shrug. "From her words he won't have to wait for her to stray to pound her." The questions have her head tilting, a low hum running through her before she shrugs again.  "No. To much going on. To much to do." The body pressed against Sophia ripples, flesh thickening and hardening as scales spread across it. The chin on Sophia's shoulder stretches, the end of a fang filled snout just within the woman's gaze. And with another ripple tanned flesh presses against Sophia. "Wouldn't know... what to do with one." She's quiet for a bit, form still as she holds Sophia. "This is my family." A hand lifts and waves in the direction of the others before her fingertips slowly stroke across Sophia's stomach. "Do you... miss your son? Or perhaps. You wish... another to fill you?"