<br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/e7cb5ded61a03196325d2fa64e2cfef9_zps76b34ee3.jpg)</div>Loap (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1100226)<br/>Location: Along the Edge of the Battlefield<br/>Tagging: Open<br/><hr/><br/><em>Loap pressed herself into the rough-strewn dirt as she heard the sounds of combat, very slowly inchworming herself forward while the bugbears were, presumably, distracted by whatever it was they were ambushing it.  She thought about, for at least the dozenth time, whether it would be better to stop crawling forward and, instead, work at freeing her arms.  Her tits would certainly thank her for it, at least a dozen twigs, rocks, and other uncomfortable bits of foliage had poked into her firm mounds as she'd squirmed her way forward, but at the same time she knew she had to get away from the bugbear basecamp or all her struggles would be for naught as the beasts would simply scoop her up upon their return.<br/><br/>She heard the sounds of combat begin to dwindle and her pointed ears twitched slightly, trying to figure out what was happening despite having her head shrouded by her cloak, forcibly tied around her face.  She wasn't really sure who the people were, but she had a pretty good guess.  The one thing she was sure is that the murmuring she heard was feminine, and that there were a lot of them.  <br/><br/>By the sounds of it, none of them had noticed her yet and so she, grunting, pushed herself up to her knees, a slight blush moving across her cheeks (not that anyone could actually see it) as she felt the wind blow slightly across her breasts.  "Oy!  If the lot of you are quite finished staring... can someone either free me or fuck me?"</em>