Dragoncrest Cliffs let's get down to business to defeat the huns

What a sucker! Isleña nearly had to stifle her chuckle as the brute, now more like a big teddy bear than anything truly threatening, forgot all about his onslaught and tended to her aid. Inside she simpered; but outwardly, she tried to portray the image of a woman who was experiencing pain — but was toughing it out without complaining, as women do. As he approached her, she stuck out her arm to show him exact what kind of harm had befallen her… but she continued to play her cards close to her chest, and used it as an angler’s lure to draw him closer.

She bit her lip at her supposedly smarting injury. “Small hurt,” she said in a voice that was confidence, but rife with worry. “ You look, is okay?” He came ever closer, and Isleña knew there would be a right moment to strike — when he was close enough, but also before her realized her ruse — and she waited for that moment ominously. When the sinew of his neck was seen rippling beneath his dark pelt, and she wanted to lick and taste him right there, she knew it was time.  “Ha!” she barked, hoping to surprise his senses as well as his physicality.  She leapt at him with the full weight of her body, and attempted to grab onto the thick skin of his collar (she wasn’t trying to hurt or maim him) and pull his unsteady body down with her.