Sherani sits quietly, an expression of childlike awe plastered across her face. It's an interesting take on things, that's for sure- not to mention crazy, sexy, and maybe a little scary. And damn confusing. To think that there could really be an entire race of Liliums somewhere in the world, vore-gasming away people's souls is, well...<br/><br/>"Wow," she says, the only word her befuddled mind can seem to form.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Lilium wrote:</cite>“Sherani is quite the efficient predator, the experience is different for each of us... What’s your take on having someone inside of your stomach?”</div></blockquote><br/>"Wha? Me?" Sherani asks, pointing at herself. "It's ah, well... huh." The shifter's hand slumps in momentary defeat as her poetic side utterly fails to present itself. Or maybe that side simply doesn't exist- unlike Lilium and her meta-sexo-physical arrangement, eating has never been much of a thinking experience for Sherani. If you get hungry, you catch something and eat it, simple as that.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">But I can't say that, or I'll just look dumb and randy,</span>she thinks. Glancing up from her deliberation, the shifter examines her two-plus-Rak listeners' expressions, hoping to find some sort of clue as to what to say. Alas, no such luck- it looks like this'll be improv speaking.<span style="font-style: italic">My favorite...</span><br/><br/>"Okay, it's like this," she begins, focusing her address towards the less-critical Ureck. "You know how food tastes really good right after you work? It's like that, but stronger- I mean,<span style="font-style: italic">way</span>stronger. Like you've been goin' at it all day, running around an' working an' stuff, and when you're done there's this HUGE feast waiting for you. Like, the best food you've ever eaten. Only the food is giving you a tummy rub when you eat it, and it feels awesome."<br/><br/>"My dad says it's better for you, too," she adds. "Live meat's good for fixing your<span style="font-style: italic">prana</span>when it gets messed up, 'cuz the soul takes all your<span style="font-style: italic">apana</span>with it when it goes back into the ground." After a moment's consideration, Sherani turns her attention over to Lilium. "I bet that's what's wrong with kitsune- you're full of<span style="font-style: italic">apana</span>, so you have to keep giving it awaaayy..."<br/><br/>Sherani's last words trail off into a yawn, accompanied by a long stretch of her road-weary muscles. The shifter gives the half completed meal in her tummy a pat, and slumps backwards onto her leaf bed. "Welp, I'm gonna hit the hay so's I can get finish gettin' the<span style="font-style: italic">prana</span>out of these two. Somebody... somebody wake me up when it's my turn to  watch, okay?"<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;">The prana to which Sherani refers is basically identical to the <a class="postlink" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prana">concept from Vedic philosophy.</a> In addition to being controlled by breathing, the Hara clan's pranas are affected by certain dietary practices.</div></div></div>