<div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/z/b/4/H/zb4H/pfdf1tn.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Pantea Artemisia</span></em><br/>HP 52 (Current HP 52)  AC 21</strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9085)<br/><br/><sup><strong>Outside of Praven</strong></sup><br/><br/>Watched and read what Ceara wrote in the ground.    She looked to her to other companions.   Not surprised by  either one of them in their reactions.   From what she had seen on first impression with Gra'ak it fit.   As for Cyrus that again self absorbing look he got as if he were talking to himself.    Turning she scoop up her outfit the skimpy one.   Having not bothered to put it back on after earlier in the night tryst with Cyrus.    Slipping on the skimpy outfit.   She look over to Gra'ak and would finally respond to what he had suggested.<br/><br/><em>"I know you think your  being humane in such thinking.    However,  you more then likely have doomed someone's daughter,  sister, wife for not taking the necessary action here and now that needs to be done.   Even faced with the evidence of how quick the plague strikes."</em><br/><br/>Then she whip her gaze to Ceara.   Her eyes smolder at the other woman.    Those rich blue eyes piercing in their stare at the woman.   There is no mercy offered within Pantea's eyes.     Only the promise of death if the catgirl ran.   Then her look soften to one that can very much be conveyed as pity for the girl.     With this she reach and grab her cloak off the ground.  She give it a shake and then put it on.   Her gaze not leaving the other woman.<br/><br/><em>"As free as you feel right now.   Remember now that tail, those ears that feeling you have are all tantalizing lies to the truth Ceara.   Your now quite infertile and will grow old and die as nothing more then a cum filled barren sperm bank.    I tell this to you so you  can maintain your strength in keeping from turning feral.   I know about fighting a beast within.  To succumb even once,  is to lose period.    I know not of you or what your about.   But if anytime in your  life you needed to be strong and remember who and what you truly are., now is the time."</em><br/>