((As much as I want to test the vore mechanics (and write up a little voreish stuffs), I have to err on the side of good character relationships and roleplaying importance over...what I personally wanna do. x3 Soooo....am gonna be doing elf protects rather than Marten noms, as I'd initially been preparing for in my previous post.<br/><br/>Also, and this is something mainly for Xali, I have to say I *ADORE* the dialog and stuff of the foes. x3 Makes them so much more than simple nameless NPCs, even if they don't actually have names we know. Even simple actions like throwing a snowball (Lol!) add so much personality, and I absolutely love it. x3 So super good job on that, and I super appreciate the work put into making the encounters interesting!<img alt=":D" src="./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" title="Very Happy"/>))<br/><br/><br/>Whilst the smaller than average Cal'Drua warrior was not an especially intimidating sight at first glance, had the Marten - thankfully belly-first in the snow to avoid the sweep of Sevana's pistols rather than looking at her - caught a look of the sheer HUNGER in Arcea's eyes, it might have thought better about staying anywhere in the cat warrior's general vicinity. The eager curl of the feline's tongue across her lips, the way those same lips pulled back just enough to reveal the sharp, white teeth beyond, glistening with saliva and avid for a taste of her smaller form, be her belly stuffed with an 'ally' or no.<br/><br/>She could already TASTE it. The Marten, face down on her stomach, made such a tempting target. It'd be all too easy to run up behind her, reach down and grab her legs, and stuff them into her hungry, eager maw. A few quick swallows, and she'd already be in up to her belly, and - with effort - even that squirrel-stuffed lump would find it's way between her lips and into the hot, tight confines of her throat. It'd be childsplay to simply tilt her head back and swallow at that point, feeling the delicious-looking Marten slide fully down her throat, filling her stomach, sating her desires for a more...'active' meal...<br/><br/>It was just as her body tensed for the initial dash that would put her atop the Marten that Arcea felt a set of slender fingers slip around her arm, whirling her around. Instantly, her mind tore through the possibilities - one of the bandit coons had gotten close to her? Had a gun ready to make her surrender? Perhaps the coon, or what she assumed was a coon, in the mech had gotten out of it's vehicle to confront her directly. Whatever the case, she was not in the mood to have her plans ruined, and as she's whirled to face her newest opponent, Arcea brings her sword to bare, flicking her wrist in a stab that'd skewer them right through the --<br/><br/>--Celrie?<br/><br/>The sensation of the elf leaping up against her body instantly cleared her tunnel vision, the somewhat surprised feline taking a few seconds to survey where Celrie had been mere moments before. The gator that had been attacking her, the one she'd been sure was stunned...ripped apart in two pieces?! A rather visceral scene, and though she'd not exactly seen what happened, the sight of two distinct PARTS of gator painted a pretty good image in her mind. Taking a deep breath to at least partially calm her adrenaline-fueled heart, Arcea's muzzle splits into the faintest hints of a smirk, her eyes shining brightly as they meet Celrie's own "Oh, I see gator--mm?"<br/><br/>Whatever she'd been trying to say was broken off by the elf's lips, pressing tightly against her own.<br/><br/>By all rights, it was the most insane place in the world to share a kiss. Bullets had been flying, Artillery shells had been peppering the area around them, and drunk-piloted powermechs had been trying to tear her apart mere seconds ago. That made it all the more powerful, all the more intense, all the more...EXCITING. The Cal'Drua did not fully discriminate in the sexes when it came to pleasures of the body, and whilst most females tended to end up with males, and most males tended to end up with females...it was certainly not unheard of for 'partners' to be taken of the same gender, and it was not too far fetched to think they'd become romantically involved given time and circumstance.<br/><br/>It was that very thought that ran through her head as her...'friend' pressed her enticing elvish body fully up against her own and tilted her head in for a kiss. Arcea resisted not even the slightest, and in a split second, Celrie's own lips had locked with hers, the slender, invading elvish tongue finding it's match in the slightly larger, very, very slightly more 'textured' flat of Arcea's own "Mmm...' Comes the only reply, the feline girl eagerly pressing into the kiss, shuddering in delight as Celrie's alluring body ground against her own, leaving her with oh-so-many thoughts as to what it might feel like without her armor in the way.<br/><br/>It was...invigorating. The exciting scent of Celrie's body, her slight arousal, the natural 'clean' scent of one who performed often and remained in pristine condition. The softness of her skin, the gentle swell of her breasts that mashed against her upper belly, the heat of her thighs, the softness of her rump. It was not just sexual desires that found themselves threatening to boil over in the catgirl's mind, but...<br/><br/>...Mmmm. She could only imagine how Celrie would TASTE. Oh, she'd enjoyed the flavor of the elf more than few times, a playful kiss, a teasing lick of her neck or ear...but Oohhh, how delightful would it feel to have that alluring body slowly sliding across her tongue, affording it every single hint of flavor her body possessed? How would it feel to have that shapely rump sliding down her throat, only to settle against the hot, tight walls of her stomach? How much pleasure would it bring to have that wondrous form slowly settling completely into her belly over the course of a day, broken down little by little into fuel for her body, into food...ooohh, just that thought made her heart hammer in her chest. She could do it now. It would take nothing but a quick bite, a few eager swallows...<br/><br/>When Celrie finally breaks the kiss, Arcea shivers visibly, and not from the cold. Mmmph - no Arcea. No. Now was not the time to think of such...pleasures. Besides, as delicious as the elf would be...it'd be a one-time experience. Mmm, the thought though, so fresh in her mind...<br/><br/>Tail swishing back and forth behind her, Arcea casts another glance at Celrie, just in time to see the pudgy raccoon some distance away strike her full force with some sort of glowing...ball? She still didn't understand magic - a shaman, she was not. The strike sent an instant flush of anger through Arcea's body, her hand clenching tightly down around the blade held ready at her side. Yet, that anger does mildly subside when Celrie seems to shake it off with no ill effects - good. Celrie could handle pudgy, and she...could tend to the Marten whilst she had the opportunity.<br/><br/>It turned out, that opportunity quickly evaporated with the arrival of the jetpacking coon. Even Arcea had to admit she was cute, but her arrival did nothing to restore the humors of the hungry feline girl, nor did the sudden barrage of verbal attacks - ones that might soon turn quite physical - levied at Celrie. Fill her stomach. Protect her elf. Fill her stomach. Protect her elf. The options bounced back and forth in her mind, the hungry, eager rumble of her stomach - excited by her physical exhertion and the adrenaline pumping through her veins - swaying her towards the Marten, and Celrie's own words, inviting a physical attack against her person, swaying her back.<br/><br/>It only took a couple of seconds for her to make her choice.<br/><br/>Her belly could wait. After all, there was gator to cook once everything was cleaned up, if nothing else.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Ki'tash G'olo muda vest na mo quao! Fa leesh!"</span>Arcea curses aloud in the tribal language shared amongst the wilders, aiming a passing kick at the lifeless form of the very gator Gasket had tripped over moments before as she strolls past Celrie to interject herself between the vulnerable elf, and the flying raccoon and her pudgy sidekick. Shield held at the ready, blade relaxed in her grip, Arcea growls under her breath as she stares daggers at the fatter coon who'd so brazenly assaulted HER elf.<br/><br/>"Only thing likely to get fed anything around here is you getting fed my boot. Next time you call Celrie a slut, I'm going to smear you on my heel. Get me?" There was something...unnerving about the catgirl's eyes, her pupils narrowed into mere slits that bore right into the jiggly-coon's eyes, practically looking THOUGH her. Perhaps most unnerving, though, was how calm she appeared, yet there was a certain electric charge about her that just begged the larger coon to put her words to the test, to call her bluff...and reap the consequences.<br/><br/>(( Arcea made two intimidate attempts this round! The penalty cancels out her bonus, but..<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/362426">Fatcoon Intimidates!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">8</span><br/><br/>I aced it! :3<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/362427">Growl! Rawr! Spit! Ace dice!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">2</span><br/><br/>Total of<span style="font-weight: bold"> 10 intimidate </span>against the pudgy raccoon! ))<br/><br/>"And YOU!" Arcea roars, sweeping her gaze from the pudgy raccoon to the one hovering in the air on her jetpack "Maribel didn't have the heart to go through with your little ruse. Good on her, too. Was your own foolish marksmen--" Arcea casts her gaze to the raccoon Celrie had knocked unconcious just a while before, still laying prone in the snow some sizable distance away "-- That shot her when she was trying to talk some sense into them."  Again, the feline's emerald-green eyes alight  upon Delilah, her lips pulling back to reveal a muzzle full of sharp, dangerous teeth "Now why don't you cut your losses and turn tail. Is a few scraps and some cheap jewelry worth the lives of your kinsmen? You heard Celrie, she'll heal up Maribel and you can all be on your way. We'll let you withdraw, you give us back our squirrel.." She jerks her head at the Marten, still laying belly-down in the snow a short distance away "...And we part with no more bloodshed. Or, we keep at it. You think about laying a hand on my elf, though, and you're going to have to go through me."<br/><br/>At this, the catgirl almost seemed to SHUDDER, her tail twitching eagerly back and forth behind her as she dropped into a half-crouch, clearly readying herself for an assault if the raccoon so chose to try her luck "....And I mean go through me in..." Pausing mid-word, Arcea curled her tongue along her lips in a slow, almost sensual movement - so much so it was difficult to tell if it was more sexy, or more terrifying. Either way, she'd made her point "...In a very literal sense. I'm starving."<br/><br/>(( I rolled pitiful on my main dice, but I ended up rolling an ace on my wild!<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/362310">Wild Go away coon!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/362311">Go away coon Ace!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">4</span><br/><br/>With my +2 from 'Strong Willed', this gives me a<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> 12 intimidate </span>against the Jetpack coon! ))<br/><br/><br/>**Arcea's Defensive Stats**<br/><br/>Parry - 12 from the front/side, 8 from back<br/>Armor - 14 from front/side, 10 from back, 18 from front/side vs ranged/magic