<div class="floatright">(https://s6.postimg.org/vmqg0brtd/Bunarai.jpg)(https://s6.postimg.org/d4ah1dh69/Leporex.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Moxephone and Lugo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585753#msg13585753)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Xia, Lauralan<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Leather armor, as shown<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21<br/><strong>Ammo:</strong>2<br/><hr/><br/><em>The Previous night...</em><br/><hr/>Lugo bristled slightly when Xia first approached, but calmed quickly as it became apparent that she was no better off than his mistress. He allowed her to squeeze in around Moxie, curling protectively around Xia even as she did the same for the softly giggling endymian.<br/><br/>Moxie twisted to the side a bit in her companions arms, resting her head on Xia's shoulder. "Mmmm... Nice..." She murmured sleepily. Her own belly was already almost normal, with most of the eggs having already passed out with relative ease. "Jus' relax..." Moxie mumbled and began rubbing Xia's belly. "They come right out. It's easy..." Her voice trailed off as fatigue finally took it's toll, though her hand didn't stop rubbing gentle circles across Xia's gravid belly...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The morning found the two warriors snuggled tightly in a cozy nest of feathers and fur. Moxie's strange mania seemed to have faded, leaving her somber and even a bit clingy instead. She held tightly to Xia, making it wordlessly clear that she very much wanted to stay cocooned in her soft wings for some time after waking. Her melancholy persisted for some time after as well. She remained silent as they did their best to clean and dress themselves, brushing off the flaky remains of the naga's fluids. Moxie did have a bit of an episode as she re-tied her bottoms, as her clit seemed to have swollen to the size of a large strawberry over the night, tenting up the material quite obviously. There was ultimately nothing to be done, and so she resigned herself to having such an obvious lump in her panties with a morose sigh.<br/><br/>Though she seemed conflicted, some irresistible maternal instinct seemed to drive her to find a hiding place for their pile of eggs before they left. She didn't seem entirely happy with the small alcove they found, or with the pile of random moss and lichen they laid atop them, but it was the best they could do and seemed to be enough to soothe her conscience.<br/><br/>It wasn't until much later in the day that Moxie said more than a word or two. They were taking a short break near one of the moving murals. Moxie looked up at the image of the benevolent goddess figure with an expression of... longing, perhaps? She began speaking of her youth, of the Endymian's and their god-husband-father. How they had been created to be his worshipers, his children, and his wives. She spoke more as they continued on, lapsing into intermittent silence as they navigated danger, or as she navigated her own broken feelings. She spoke of her deep desire for Lulagos' love and approval, how it had driven her for her entire life, and how it all now seemed to have been for nothing.<br/><br/>She fell silent for a while after that, focusing on their path when they moved, and holding tightly to Lugo when they stopped to rest. Even so, she seemed to be coming back to herself bit by bit. She spoke up again as they crept down a mostly benign passage. "You know... Maybe it's for the best. Lulagos only chooses one bride every 19 years, and every mating produces eight daughters... I suppose my chances were never very good to begin with." She gave Xia a wan smile. "I've spent my whole life trying to be good enough for him, but now... Now that I know that I never will be, it's kind of freeing, you know."<br/><br/>As they approached the next turn, Lugo let out a low growl, his hackles bristling. Moxie quickly knocked an arrow and scanned the area, crouching low by Lugo's side. "Xia, fall back a bit. Something's off..."