<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/FUZQBX9.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Sparrow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585650#msg13585650)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Group 1<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Ripped up  monk garments (https://i.imgur.com/Sq5Quod.jpg)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>HP- 14/20    Flow- 0   XP- 4/8  Forward- 1<br/><hr/><br/>Sparrow felt a small pang of irritation as Anahita once again singled him out as the target for ridicule, despite him just trying to keep everyone's spirits up. As she stepped up to loom over him, a clear attempt at intimidation, the boy simply closed his eyes and resumed his meditation, hoping that by giving her no response she would be discouraged from her bullying. He maintained this strategy even as her teasing became physical, the boy not flinching nor saying a word even as she roughly grinded against his crotch. It was not easy, to say the least, but he bore with it. Inhale....exhale....inhale...exhale...his mind was an empty sea, his body a form without feeling. He would not give her the satisfaction of seeing him whimper and mewl at her feet, and perhaps this display of tranquil defiance would satisfy her concerns over his "resistance". Of course it could just as easily spurn her to get more intense with her abuses.