<strong>Name</strong>: Thogstein Wolfgang Fitzgerald Hawthorn The Third (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg14154975#msg14154975)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Anahita<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Cloth<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 25/25,<strong>XP</strong>: 4/8,<strong>Armor</strong>: 1<strong>Blood</strong>: 0<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/79/a2/91/79a2916544dff17dabe6cc3949922b83.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>Thogstein let out a loud almost barking laugh at the declaration of 'teaching her a rightful place'.<strong>"Ha! The only rightful place you want me to know is holding your leash before I bend you over and shove my hand so far in you people will wonder if I've suddenly taken up puppetry."</strong>She hummed along as she continued to direct her latest bit of property around by her rear.<br/><br/><strong>"Power? To what? Be able to eat someone out deeper with that weird tongue of yours? Well, no matter. Right now I need to get some actual clothes before we have our little party. Those bastards. Fucking swarms of them ruined my outfit. How the hell did you get that tongue thing anyway?"</strong>She asked curiously, poking around some of the shops and gazing into storefronts to find just the right one. Flowing dresses wouldn't work to do battle in but who wanted to fight in something drab? Plus, tattoos were meant to be displayed. The day was young and the night was certainly going to be filled with wine and delight.