<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Kashana.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kashana<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Temple Ruins<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Chantilly, Roc<br/><hr/><br/>Some monsters were awful talky. The strongest ones didn't seem to be. For a moment Kashana sat there feeling sorry for this roc, listening to her pageantry, reading between the lines that this was some kind of loser monster cast out from regular monster society and forced to live in a rickety old tree. The responsible thing to do would be to show some compassion and maybe get a flying ally out of the deal. But, she and Tilly were enjoying their freedom, so responsibility made her frown.<br/><br/>"What kind"<br/>Kashana shot up from the one-woman audience, fists balled.<br/>"Of loser monster"<br/>She could really cover ground, up the bricks of a shattered wall, bounding from one support post to the next fearless as a calibrated machine, scrambling by her fingertips up sheer wall as though she had a long pendulous tail to help her that nobody else could see.<br/>"Lives alone in a tree"<br/>It was all in the core strength, and suddenly, that ledge wasn't such a safe spot to talk trash.<br/>"In the middle of nowhere?"<br/><br/>Highly trained fingers could feel in the tension of the roc's leg that she was leaning in, ready to fly, already wanting to dive forward. With animal immediacy, Kashana clapped a wing chun spade hand against a crouching thigh to separate, and pulled on the dainty string of her underwear to yank her right down over the ledge.<br/><br/>At 2016-04-08 12:45:26, Dhi (uid: 27498) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87442)