<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/i9andSB.jpg)</div><strong>Myra</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2081205)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Ramp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jas<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 52/52<strong>AC</strong>: 15<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception: 4 https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=143615<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>Myra looked with a cool eye at the mass below. "I can see them," she sent to Jas. "The whole place is full of beings that seem to be outside of the major races They're mostly busy mating humans." She knew, in theory, about the breeding act, she had knowledge that two people could feel like they want to do so together, for reasons of their own, that sometimes even simply seeing the act was enough to make them feel like doing so. But seeing the mass spread before her, she felt nothing like that. Not attraction, nor disgust, its other side. Simply, these were the fact. "An attack now would take most of them by surprise, but there's a woman too. She looks to be holding some sort of power. She..."<br/><br/>Perhaps if she hadn't been so overwhelmed and confused, perhaps if she hadn't been so new to her body. Perhaps, even if she had had some experience... Myra had failed. She had been seen. And what's more, she was feeling strange sensations within her. Sensations she didn't know not to resist. "I was detected I must... I must go," she sent and stood up, suddenly uncaring about remaining hidden. She had to go, not to her master, but to this woman. Something within her was telling her so. She knew that she shouldn't, but whatever it was that was compelling her it was something deep and primal, something that did not listen to petty things like reason. Something that made it impossible for her to resist taking one step towards the woman. Then another as, under her mask, a smile was spreading on her usually impassive face.