<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Sresk.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sresk</span></span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2446598)<br/><hr/><em>Lvl 5 Female Skinwalker Monk/Bloodrager</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>65<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17<strong>Touch:</strong>15<strong>FF:</strong>21<strong>CMD:</strong>21<strong>FCMD:</strong>20<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>0<strong>Bloodrage Rounds</strong>10/13<br/><strong>Temp Effects:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Sresk's fingers twitched when Sophia's fingers ran across the back of her hand. Sophia's story about her family draws a small, understanding nod from her that runs her chin through Sophia's wild locks. At the light tug on her hand to guide it she leans firmly against Sophia's back, her slow breaths barely expanding her firm stomach against the Chieftess's back. Small fingertips idly trace the head of the tiger tattooed across soft flesh, the story of the Tiger Lords drawing enough attention that she pays no mind to the wandering of her fingers as they stroke across that marking.  Her hand lifts and turns palm upwards as her nails are traced, head tilting before she shifts so that her chin rests against Sophia's shoulder. Her cheek brushes the taller woman's cheek as she peers at her hand, fingers wiggling against the fingertips stroking them. The kiss on her other arm has it tighten briefly around Sophia's shoulder, her other arm dropping and sliding across the swells of Sophia's bust before curling around toned stomach in a hug.<br/>When the conversation turns towards Silvy and magic she gives a snort, arms tightening in a brief hug once more. "Trust Grims prayers. Elders tried purifying swamp for a reason. Much foulness." She sighs, chin sliding across Sophia's shoulder with every spoken word. "The witch. Is useful. Don't... Can't trust her. Not yet."