Re: The Village of the Wayward Lambs (Pale, Oamp)
As the oracle searched over the body of her fallen enemy, she found nothing that resembled a conventional weapon. Her wristbands, from which the pair of ribbons she had used to attack with, were difficult to tug over her hands, but not impossible and eventually she had them placed aside. As she held them briefly, she did feel that, unsurprisingly, they were enchanted with magical energy, although she was fairly certain they were not a weapon she could use.
((It counts as a whip, actually. I wrote up their stats and realised when I checked that they were identical so I went "hey, what the hell"))
The other ribbons extending from her lower back, however, were a bigger problem. She had not seen the Dancer use them to attack, but that certainly didn't guarantee they weren't as dangerous as the ones on her wrists. Unfortunately, attempts to simply tear them off proved difficult, the cloth stretched slightly under her grip but would not break or tear as she tugged. Even trying to grind it against the blade of her halberd, the likely magically reinforced cloth did not show any signs of wear. There was only one option remaining.
The problem was, the top she wore was very tight, Alazais had trouble figuring out where to even begin removing it. The cloth was at least flexible, it had to be for the dancer to be able to move the way she had, but trying to peel it off from the unconscious figure was a different matter. A thorough inspection revealed that there was no shortcut to the process, it would have to be pulled off her her head which means she had to sit the girl up to have any hope of doing so. Once that had been achieved, which was no easy task in her highly fatigued state, she curled her fingers under the cloth and began to pull. And the figure let out a soft groan the moment she did, catching Alazais by surprise.
With the momentary shock gone, so began the long process of her peeling off the dancer's vest. It was stubborn and didn't want to shift, resulting in a fair length of time with Alazias wrapped around the girl, groaning from strain as it slowly shifted. The dancer's light brown skin was slowly exposed further, inch by inch, every so often a new groan issued by the unconscious figure. Still, once she got it beyond a certain point, the going became easier; Alazias was able to get it over the girl's torso, and thread it off her arms with little effort once that part came, revealing the bare torso of her adversary. It was surprisingly anatomically correct, considering that this creature claimed to be made, rather than born. She had a fairly muscular build for a female, but that was no great shock considering her fighting style, but the inclusion of a naval was a curious detail. And of course, try as she might to pretend they weren't there, a small but perky pair of breasts, nipples standing firm. The shallow breathing of the unconscious enemy cause her sweat covered chest to rise and fall, there was no denying the aesthetics, this was a well made body.
It was about this point that the oracle realised she wasn't alone any more.
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The villagers about showed about as much confusion as Celine had, many wondering if they had simply overdone it in their religious festival earlier that evening. Still, remembering more than they did, Celine began searching for the oracle, tracing her steps first back to where she last remembered being, then searching from there out in order to try and figure out what had happened. Following footsteps, she eventually found herself outside what seemed to be the largest building in the village, which wasn't that far from where she had awoken. Huh.
Still, she cautiously pushed open the doors to realise she had found what she was looking for, but perhaps not what she expected. Before her, a beautiful brown skinned figure, similar looking to an elf, but not quite... it was hard to pinpoint her exact race, perhaps a dryad or nymph? Either way, she lay upon the floor, seemingly naked, with the robed oracle sitting upon her legs, facing away from the door. With the oracle blocking sight to the pair of shorts the dancer had worn, Celine had no way of knowing they existed, although she could see a few discarded black garments. The figure's skin glistened with sweat and she let out a soft groan in the moments after Celine had entered, causing the girl to wonder exactly what she had walked in on.
