<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Whilst we're pointing things out, Marrok should have made an immediate interrupt last round - he gets to make a melee attack whenever someone he's marked and is adjacent to him shifts. Belle was still marked when shifted. Not that it matters right now as the only marked foe is about to be removed from combat... :3</div></div></div><br/><br/>Marrok grinned as he watched Sophia grab Belle by the shoulders, easily holding the distracted and bloodied tigress still as she squirmed and thrashed. He was momentarily torn, though by Sophia's own admission he<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>done the most work in wearing down Belle, it felt wrong to just take someone else's catch. On the other hand, not only had he done most of the work - and thusly, she stolen his meal from him - Belle had given him quite the headache and the feeling of her digesting in his gut would go a long way towards dulling that pain. His contemplation was soon further complicated as he picked up on the whistling of a javelin flying through the air. He turned his attention to it and it's throwing, easily dodging and watching the projectile embed itself in the soft earth. He growled in the lizardman's direction, but as he seemed to be on the verge of retreating, he figured he could ignore him just a bit longer.<br/><br/>"She's mine, Sophia. Thanks for the assist though. Now, why don't you keep our scaled friend company, eh?" he commented to the Tiefling, grinning as he sheathed his double-sword across his back once more. "Now, time to introduce a certain feline to my stomach..."<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Marrok makes a swallow attack on Belle!<br/><br/>Swallow Attack (1d20 + 4): 18 + 4 = 22, definite hit!</div></div></div><br/><br/>He firmly gripped the shifter's arms and gently tugged her from Sophia's grasp, nodding to the Tiefling before turning his attention to Belle. "Seems you were wrong about me being<span style="font-style: italic">your</span>food," he remarked as he pulled her close, pressing her body against his tightly, taking a few moments to admire her body before slowly yawning his muzzle open wide, giving Belle a good long view of the soft, fleshy inside of his maw. It was a view that lasted only a second or two before Marrok suddenly lunged forward, his spread jaws easily gliding over her head. He paused for a few moments to teasingly run his tongue over her face, delighting in the taste of the shifter's body. His stomach rumbled hungrily and spurred him on however, and he swallowed powerfully twice, keeping a firm grip on her body as he fed Belle into himself.<br/><br/>It'd been too long. The feel of her squirming body sliding down his throat, of the delightful taste of her body being dragged over his tongue, it was all so intoxicating. No meal could truly compare to a live one. He swallowed powerfully and quickly, bolting down his latest meal eagerly. Marrok only slowed in his ingestion of his foe to savor her more sensitive areas, first exploring and enjoying the tigress' soft breasts, then not too much later tasting and teasing her nethers. He murred softly, delighting in the flavor, pressing insistently at the flimsy cloth that covered her there before resuming his meal. It was a shame she was a foe - she'd certainly have made a good lay. Instead however, she would make a good meal.<br/><br/>Soon all that was left of the shifter was her fuzzy tail, which Marrok slurped down like a particularly lively strand of spaghetti, grinning wickedly as he watched the bulge travel down his throat and chest, bulging out his stomach. His chainmail, magic is nature, easily stretched to accommodate for the rapidly growing bulge, not proving to be a problem even once the entire shifter had been sealed in his gut. "Ah, that hit the spot."<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Save To End (1d20): 9</div></div></div><br/><br/>And yet, despite how good it felt, his head still hurt and he still felt<span style="font-style: italic">off</span>. He wondered if that strange attack had been a property of the runic axe Belle had used or a magical ability of her own.<span style="font-style: italic">Not that it matters. She's wolf chow now,</span>he thought to himself, looking out over the battlefield. It was just then that he noticed Salana's distress.<span style="font-style: italic">Aw hell.</span><br/><br/>"Gahru! Make like a hunter and shoot the rabbit!"