<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cantankerous Cleric Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325526.msg15653608#msg15653608)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Them Trees<br/><strong>Mission:</strong>The Satyr in the Woods<strong>CLOSED; between Envious and TheVillain</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>TheVillain<br/><strong> </strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>A Satyr!?<br/><br/>There was no change in Selphie's expression as she listened, but a dread was filling her. She had miscalculated her circumstances and while she may be able to bluff her way out with bravado, if it came to blows with a Satyr, Selphie simply had no confidence that she would end out on top of that scuffle. The woodland creatures were powerful, but everything Selphie knew about the species was second hand information from a Guild class that she had barely bothered to pay attention to. Her first thought was that Satyrs were typically easy-going creatures. Perhaps the logging camp had angered it? But to want to kill all the men and rape all the women? Sure, she was putting words in his mouth, but she could read between the lines.<br/><br/>She had prepared the wrong spell. The Cleric had been expecting a lazy human worker and was ready to clip his attitude with a humiliating display of magic that was mostly sparkle with little substance. What to do?<em>What to do?</em>Seconds ticked by, allowing the Satyr to close the distance between the two and for his vines to come in contact with her bare skin. She kept a death-grip on her staff - there was no way that thing was being wrenched away from her with any ease. With an internal groan, she decided to attempt to play to the obvious desire he was displaying. Perhaps sex would save the day again.<br/><br/><strong>"Do you?"</strong>she asked, quirking an eyebrow upwards. The self-confidence she displayed, standing there without worry of his encroaching form and the surrounding vines was impressive.<strong>"I'm not the doe-eyed virgin who's lost her way in the woods. I'm not the neglected wife of some swamp swimmer who's idea of a good time is missionary for 5 minutes."</strong>She smiled and it suggested that she was open to a new experience. Her hand raised to the blue fabric of her chest piece and a manicured nail followed the perimeter of the silk across her breast.<strong>"I would be much harder to satisfy."</strong>It was a dangerous game of seduction she was attempting - who was to say that<em>her</em>desires were of any interest to the Satyr? If all he wanted was a warm hole to stick it in, Selphie was going to have a difficult time. Still, she tried, hoping to have some sort of control over their encounter.<br/><br/>Outwardly fearless, she pulled at her bottom lip with her teeth and gave the Satyr a look from bottom to top, mulling over the possibilities.<strong>"I've only ever heard stories of what Satyrs do in the woods... Is there any truth to the pleasure that they give, or is that all embellishment?"</strong>Selphie looked into his eyes. There was something sickly about his eyes and the wrongness of it made her skin crawl.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/>