[[ As far as the healing goes Xarces has not spent any actions to heal himself. It is not unlikely that he would have waited around long enough to get caught in the area of effect of Aethon's heal however seeing as he allowed Alizome a slight head start. Ultimately I have no preference though, make the decision whether he was able to get healed just as he snuck off, or if he left prematurely, I'm fine with it either way.]]<br/><br/><br/>[[ Warning: post contains submission, and general ideas that may not be up everyone's alley ]]<br/><br/><br/>Xarces would do as Alizome whispers, focusing as he tries to hear the chains she speaks of, tries to hear the temple pets she mentioned. Wondering if he wouldn't be able to pin down what manner of creature they may intend to let loose on them.<br/><br/>Leaning forward to listen he hears the unmistakable sound of clawed feet making their way along the floor of the stone corridor, followed by a rather serpentlike sound, a sound which he ponders on for but a moment. As the image of shimmering black scales, suddenly steps into the light of the torches. Filling the doorway with the powerful frame. A female blackscale smiles at him, as he instinctively does the same. "Why hello there......" his words draconic, lingering as she refers to him as dinner. She rushing towards him as his cyan eyes quickly scan over her impressive figure. From head, to chest, to legs to tail. coming to rest momentarily upon the white underscales of her exposed belly for just a moment. Before she is upon him, in his daze he looks up just in time to witness the parting of her black jaws. The inner pink a sharp contrast to her scales, as it fills his vision. That fanged mouth clamping down around his head, enveloping his face within the wet heat of the lizardwoman's maw. What's more her scaled digits run the length of his toned chest, down across his abs, to grasp the meat of his impressive package. Xarces' knees buckle as he gasps out a quaking moan, a pain laced with pleasure, feeling her strong muscles hoisting him from the stone floor below.<br/><br/>"Oh heavens, strong, sexy, and assertive...a woman who takes what she wants....I like that..." he says to her, while her pointed teeth press into his flesh, as she was no doubt preparing to swallow him down. (This...could end poorly...she could have me in her belly within a manner of seconds.....what then? she may turn on Shaklik, or Alizome....) the wheels in the bards head quickly turning in a matter or milliseconds. (Should I squirm free I shall likely just receive the full force of this powerful female.....but.....if I can distract her....can convince her to savor me....or perhaps deliver me to the priestess....then Shaklik shall have time to prepare an attack.....or to get the others...or perhaps even the others shall have time to locate me, to come to my aid.....) Xarces deciding on the best course of action in that moment.<br/><br/>With his head trapped between her jaws he presses his cheek forward, rubbing his flesh against the textured surface of her tongue, as a fine wet sandpaper that actively sups his delicious flavor into her eager buds, Xarces allowing her a proper taste of his magnificent and addictive flavor. His own body goes limp within her grasp as he moans sultrily once more. His fingers loosening around his blade, allowing it to drop to the stone floor below, clanging audibly for her to hear. "Such strength, such power, such beauty...." he comments allowing his open and now empty palms to press to her scaled flesh, caressing along the strong surface of her stomach, feeling the muscles therein. Allowing the soft heat of his touch to linger upon her cold blooded body, to trace the curves of her hips. "I grow weak at the sight of you, such a dominant predatory female. Dinner, yes, I am your dinner, of that there is no question,  for I am powerless in your grasp, powerless to resist you, powerless to escape. But....I could be so much more." he whispers enticingly<br/><br/>His package throbbing in her hand at his excitement, confirming to her the genuine emotion that flowed within his draconic voice. "Consider carefully what you hold in your grasp, such a rare delicacy, the descendant of Hezcalipa, the one whom has made a mockery of your temples defenses. Surely you do not intend to simply gulp me down here and now?......such a rare treasure, a meal of my caliber, of my flavor....is meant to be devoured slowly, is meant to be savored......Just think of the fun you could have with me....the status you shall gain from my defeat....for surely the priestess would reward you well for delivering me personally to her......yet alternatively you could take me for yourself. Slip away with me to savor, enjoy, humiliate, prepare, and consume at your leisure....as you see fit....to fully indulge in your fantasies, in your victory. Secure in the knowledge that it will be your belly that shall ultimately claim me, your body that shall inevitably reap the benefit of my sacred blood line....and your bowels that shall produce the evidence of my utter defeat....." He whispers as seductively as he is able, tracing circles upon her scales as he does so, as one who was flirting....and flirting he was, flirting with his utter digestion.<br/><br/>Shaklik in the meantime would remain hidden, blended with the stone behind her. Doing her best to remain calm, for Xarces' words would be hard to resist, likely moistening the loins of any female lizardfolk within ear shot. She slowly withdrawing a dose of deathcap juice, applying it to her claws. Knowing that to blindly attack while Xarces is held within the blackscale's jaws, could bring great harm to the bard.<br/><br/>tossing in a roll in case. bluff or diplomacy, both have same mod. For Xarces to convince the blackscale not to simply wolf him down.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/137883">Diplomacy, or Bluff</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+19</span><span style="font-weight: bold">22</span>