Alizome caresses her stomach, feeling it compress without mercy on its scaled occupant. The struggling felt so good, even as it grew weaker and weaker; the elf felt softening claws skitter across the inside of her belly, without enough force to cut any further or to do anything to halt the rush of acids. "Shh..." she says, smile pasted on her face as she backs up, "Not long now..." For all she tries to slow her digestion, it's not enough- his last effort fell short, and Alizome could almost sense his resignation as her stomach churned in one more time and felt something give under her muscles. She'd fed- the lizardman was unconscious, and well on his way to padding her out with her first live meal. That there was a dragon coming... well, she could still run faster than the naga and that one would stuff any dragon, if nothing else; she had that to fall back on. Slowly, her mind started to come back to her as her stomach went from killing to absorbing, and shakily she sends over her mental link:<span style="font-style: italic">That was an AMAZING potion.</span>Only half her allotment for the day, but... it got the message across.<br/><br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/151046">Digestion</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2d6+4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">7</span>]]