I am a female Rhann
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| - | You arise from your bed, tossing your fur blanket away. You stand nude in the center of your tent. You rub your slit-pupiled eyes, and purr to yourself. You lick your sharp teeth, and walk over to your pile of belongings. You grab some thick mud from a jar, and plaster it over your breasts, the dress of your class. It allows you to move freely, but it also shows off your breasts, a major factor of your daily activities. After your nipples are hidden from view, you leave it to dry and lift a rag to your hips. You tie it around yourself, then put on your belt, which holds your short sword and various other tools of magic... and pleasure. You do not put any shoes on, for you have thick, furry soles which protect you. Your long hair sticks in the air, hanging down to your sword. You stroke it, then tie it in a knot behind yourself. | + | You arise from your bed, tossing your fur blanket away. You stand nude in the center of your tent. You rub your slit-pupiled eyes, and purr to yourself. You lick your sharp teeth, and walk over to your pile of belongings. You grab some thick mud from a jar, and plaster it over your breasts, the dress of your class. It allows you to move freely, but it also shows off your breasts, a major factor of your daily activities. After your nipples are hidden from view, you leave it to dry and lift a rag to your hips. You tie it around yourself, then put on your belt, which holds your short sword and various other tools of magic... and pleasure. You do not put any shoes on, for you have thick, furry soles which protect you. Your long hair sticks in the air, hanging down to your sword. You stroke it, then tie it in a knot behind yourself. It must have come undone. The mud is stiff, and you tie the end of your loincloth into a knot below your crotch, lending just enough ballast to conceal it. |
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Revision as of 23:33, 17 September 2008
You arise from your bed, tossing your fur blanket away. You stand nude in the center of your tent. You rub your slit-pupiled eyes, and purr to yourself. You lick your sharp teeth, and walk over to your pile of belongings. You grab some thick mud from a jar, and plaster it over your breasts, the dress of your class. It allows you to move freely, but it also shows off your breasts, a major factor of your daily activities. After your nipples are hidden from view, you leave it to dry and lift a rag to your hips. You tie it around yourself, then put on your belt, which holds your short sword and various other tools of magic... and pleasure. You do not put any shoes on, for you have thick, furry soles which protect you. Your long hair sticks in the air, hanging down to your sword. You stroke it, then tie it in a knot behind yourself. It must have come undone. The mud is stiff, and you tie the end of your loincloth into a knot below your crotch, lending just enough ballast to conceal it.
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