<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">NSFW Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/sample_a3e863ac97f15e598a7738dd4e60d5f7_zpsvjxyimet.jpg)</div></div><br/>Caityth'Lykr Duin (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=775436)</div><br/><em>Caityth bit down a wince as she rolled to her feet.  Her body had never been made for the type of labor she had been recently forced into, and her so-called kin showed the expected lack-of-foresight... males could scarcely be expected to think of the future, they were created to, like lizards, be pointed at problems and unleashed.<br/><br/>Her shoulders ached from the lashing the day before and she knew all to well she would ache from the lashing she would also be receiving later.  Whereas lesser races may well kowtow and cringe and lay low in order to avoid punishment... but she wouldn't.  The male would well known his blasphemy for trying to exert command on a female, and she would continue to remind him of the proper order of things...<br/><br/>As the males approach and pull the doors of her cell open, Caityth would stand straight and stare at them, her striking golden eyes catching the needless light and shining across the room.  She would stand for several moments letting the males taste their indecision and their discomfort at the prospect of bodily moving a female then, presuming they hesitated, coolly walked from the cell into the expanse beyond... letting them stew in their uncertainty.</em>