they say I did something bad, so why's it feel so good?
"It's okay." Charlie says with a bouncy shrug before she wrinkles her nose. "Just not a big fan of the cold, y'know?" And if he hadn't before, he certainly did now.
"Why's that?" The priestess wonders, utterly undeterred as she skips after him, as much as the mud will allow anyway. "She's really great, y'know! We Ancients have all sorts of powers, even more so now, actually." She adds, colour flushing her cheeks as her legs have to work to keep the memory mud from fixing her in place. "And I don't know about you, but I can't think of any other gods in all of Caido that are as open and accepting as Dygra is." The blonde continues, before giving up the game entirely and implying dart!ing a few feet in front of Jack.
"I bet you'd like the way we worship, too." Waggling her eyebrows and not simply because she'd seen the easy way Jack's eyes had fell over her body when assessing the mud, suggesting he wasn't unfamiliar with the female form, but because he was a man after all. Charlie's mind is suddenly bright with images of Jack prostrated before the obsidian shrine, a breast parting his lips as a mouth painted with red (lipstick or blood), greedily found its way between his legs. Darkness fell around the writhing figures, illuminated only by the soft flicker of nearby firelight. "I can show you, if you want?"
"Why's that?" The priestess wonders, utterly undeterred as she skips after him, as much as the mud will allow anyway. "She's really great, y'know! We Ancients have all sorts of powers, even more so now, actually." She adds, colour flushing her cheeks as her legs have to work to keep the memory mud from fixing her in place. "And I don't know about you, but I can't think of any other gods in all of Caido that are as open and accepting as Dygra is." The blonde continues, before giving up the game entirely and implying dart!ing a few feet in front of Jack.
"I bet you'd like the way we worship, too." Waggling her eyebrows and not simply because she'd seen the easy way Jack's eyes had fell over her body when assessing the mud, suggesting he wasn't unfamiliar with the female form, but because he was a man after all. Charlie's mind is suddenly bright with images of Jack prostrated before the obsidian shrine, a breast parting his lips as a mouth painted with red (lipstick or blood), greedily found its way between his legs. Darkness fell around the writhing figures, illuminated only by the soft flicker of nearby firelight. "I can show you, if you want?"
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
