A deep, rumbling and unmistakably pleased sound rises up from deep within Jelani. Miyan's nethers had tasted delicious but the full flavor was simply incredible, that delectable favor of her fur, paired with her succulent flesh and the faint flavorings of her bathing oils. Easily one of the best meals he'd had in a while even not taking into account the fact that he'd spent four days starving, waiting for some vague doom to fall upon his head. He'd certainly gotten lucky in more ways than one that the lusty lapine had decided to pick him out rather than one of the others - it'd have been a terrible shame to have missed such a meal.<br/><br/>Her pleas don't exactly fall on deaf ears - he certainly heard them, but they seemed to have the opposite affect on the predatory canine, exciting him and driving his jaws to advance along her slender, toned body more aggressively, his tongue forcefully licking through her fur and over her flesh as she sank that much quicker into his gullet.<br/><br/>He savored every one of those cries and screams, just as he savored her taste and struggles, he was going to put this rabbit in her<span style="font-style: italic">proper</span>place on the food chain, do to her as she had fantasized doing to him...<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;">Grapple Check (1d20 + 13): 2 + 13 = 15, one of Kahmorii's NPCs finally gets a lucky break. Unlucky for Jelani!</div></div></div><br/><br/>...and then something went wrong. From where he was he couldn't quite tell<span style="font-style: italic">what</span>but somehow Miyan managed to squirm just right enough to trigger some faint remnant of his gag reflex, and he 'hurks' loudly, his throat squeezing her back up and out, until her head passed back out his jaws.<br/><br/>"Unngh.. goddamn-"<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Occupied as he is, Jelani is unable to avoid - or perhaps even see - the red and black streak that suddenly collides with him. He can, however, feel that razor-like claw on Porua's inner toe digging very, very deeply into his thigh and ripping outwards - leaving a nasty, red gash in it's wake. It hurt, and it hurt ALOT.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Jelani yelps suddenly and loudly as he feels something razor-sharp slice through his outer thigh, the stinging pain followed with the familiar warm trickle of blood. It wasn't serious, but whoever it was got him good.<br/><br/>He turns his attention briefly from the regurgitated Miyan to look at his latest attacker. He dimly recognized the raptor man from seeing him over at the change where Tzuru had been. It was just his luck that he'd ditch the wolf only for someone else's back-up to single him out.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Rrfh. None of this shit would happen if not for his gods' damned fashion accessory from hell,</span>he thinks, growling under his breath as he curses the bracelet around his wrist.<br/><br/>"Y'know what? No. She's<span style="font-style: italic">mine</span>, and neither she nor<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>are going to change that. You don't know who you've been fucking with and you're about to find out."<br/><br/>He lunges for Miyan again, she may have temporarily escaped but he still had a hold on her and that cut out the intial step. He was damned if he was going to let himself be shown up by two he could have mopped the floor with had he the full breadth of his power availible. He might as well be fighting with his hands tied.<br/><br/>It was a challenge, and Jelani was not one to be shown up.<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;">Jelani uses an Action Point, reducing his total from 22 to 21<br/><br/>Grapple Check (1d20 + 18): 11 + 18 = 29, Miyan must beat a DC of 29 or end up in Jelani's Mouth<br/><br/>If this check fails or Miyan escapes, ignore the following</div></div></div><br/><br/>With a strength born of wounded pride, adrenaline, and the threat of having two attackers loose Jelani lunges forward again, pulling Miyan's head back into his jaws. He is far swifter and less gentle this time. He wouldn't have the time to savor her as he desired and his fangs prick and pierce her flesh lightly yet painfully as they work over her body with pure mechanical efficiency, rapidly regaining lost ground as she again sinks deep into his throat, bulging it out with her struggling form as Porua watches. The desperate surge of strength seems to extend even to his inner muscles, the grip of his throat painfully tight and vice-like as if his body itself was angered at her momentary escape, and determined not to let her repeat it.<br/><br/>The acrid, stinging smell of the dog's stomach acid wafts up, faint but very noticable. He wasn't taking chances this time...<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;">Feat: Voracious<br/>Vore Check (1d20 + 11): 2 + 11 = 13, RNG sure likes them 2's lately~<br/>Miyan must beat a DC of 13 or be sent to Jelani's stomach<br/><br/>If she fails, his stomach escape DC is 27.<br/><br/>And, as always, if this check fails (as it likely will, heh), ignore what is posted below</div></div></div><br/><br/>...and yet for all that fire and fury, he had to admit Miyan was damned good at squirming, and Porua wasn't helping the situation any. The grip his gullet got on her for the next part of the process was far weaker than he would have liked, the lack of nutrition taking it's toll on him despite the promise of impending freedom and not one, but two large meals if he could just get the first one down.<br/><br/>Still, it was a serviceable hold and the entrance to canine's stomach glides open to push Miyan's head inside, it was practically impossible to make anything out by sight alone in pitch-black darkness. Miyan would find plenty to preoccupy her other senses however, as she slides in, his stomach gurgling loudly and ominously around her as it stretches to accomodate first her head, then her shoulders and chest, and gradually more and more of her body. The acrid stench from before is magnified here, a clear and terrifying sign of how very ready to begin digestion his body was. Her fur is dampened by the slick stomach walls, and further still by the low but rising pool of digestive acids at the bottom of his gut. They were far too un-concentrated to be a threat yet, but a few moments after contact they began to tickle, and a few moments after that, sting. They were not the weaker or slower acids of a herbivore or reptile - they would easily and quickly break down a potential meal if given the chance...<br/><br/>..and as the dog's hungry gullet squeezed the last of her body into the tight space, muscular walls churning and kneading powerfully against her, it seemed they would get plenty of time to make a meal of the rabbit.<br/><br/>"Now, you.." Jelani said, pointing accusingly at Porua, his free hand resting on the squirming bulge that Miyan made in his otherwise slender form. "..y'may be asking y'self, did he down that rabbit in six gulps, or was it only five? But the question you gotta be asking yourself is, do ya feel lucky...?"<br/><br/>He grins playfully. It was amazing what a full belly did for one's mood.