<strong>Name</strong>: Thogstein Wolfgang Fitzgerald Hawthorn The Third (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg14154975#msg14154975)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Group 4, open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Clothes as shown<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 25/25,<strong>XP</strong>: 0/8,<strong>Armor</strong>: 1<strong>Blood</strong>: 2<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/79/a2/91/79a2916544dff17dabe6cc3949922b83.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>The manic grin on Thog's face grew wider as she watched her prey plummet, licking her lips as she listened into the others.<strong>"Hey! You aren't supposed to say 'not there' yet. I haven't started."</strong>The barbarian called out, using the campfire to light her torch while the other moths tried to figure out what to do.<br/><br/>The hunger and lust the fluffy creatures had in their eyes were matched by the large woman's own while fingers tightened on the leading rope.<strong>"Don't worry! I'll get started on the attack and then breed your Queen!"</strong>She laughed into the night air as the horde came forth. She<em>pulled</em>with all her might on the end of the rope, yanking and dragging the glowing leader towards her and using the jerking body and rope to trip up those coming forth.<br/><br/>The hand holding the torch lashed out as well, smacking away the grasping moths and kicking with a powerful booted foot as she worked at capturing her prey. It might be the reverse of the usual for the Anus but she had her sights set on getting the pretty one first to stave off the boredom of the evening. Nothing like a bit of mayhem to get the blood pumping.<br/><br/><strong>"Come on Sai! Attack! Breed! You heard them. The Queen is mine but you can have the fluffy ones. Do good enough and I might even let you have the Queen when I'm done."</strong>The first area of the Anus seemed to be pretty easy to deal with so far, from what she could tell, smashing and bashing her way through everything as fingers groped towards her tight fitting bodysuit.<br/><br/>Her rear wiggled towards a few as they caressed her backside before they were smacked away, a hand on her chest punched with vigor as it groped her heaving bosom.<strong>"I'm getting the feeling you aren't even trying. Come on! Attack! Breed! DON'T GIVE UP UNTIL I AM DONE BREAKING YOU!?"</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tags: Messy, Forceful<br/><br/>1d8 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120577) + Result: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120576) + 2 (Str) = 10; No Complications<br/>Damage: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120578)<br/>Gained 1 Blood<br/><br/></div></div>