My song was working. Thrak’s true consciousness seized the golden power I gave him. Indian sex I pulled her to safety. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thrak
Consciousness shocked back into me. Minx edged around the fight, her daggers held low, the halfling crouching, moving silently to get behind the Minotaur, her eyes intent. My music echoed through the room as the potion drifted towards Thrak. I left the forest to travel with Angela. Thrak grunted. “Bind him, Faoril,” I shouted. The Minotaur stumbled. I needed a different plan. Thrak howled his fury as he reached the Minotaur. Her pouch opened, and the whirlwind reached inside, pulling out a potion of healing. My teeth grit, I grunted and slashed. The rage beat at my mind, demanding to take over. “P-please don’t hurt me.”
“I…won’t…” he snarled, shaking his head. Angela faced the monster, gripping her sword in her good arm. My red hair ruffled as Faoril’s magic attacked the Minotaur. He should be ripping me to pieces. Thrak’s true consciousness seized the golden power I gave him. I landed on the back of his thigh gripping his coarse body hair as an anchor.
