<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;On the Streets of Espen, Slums Quarter&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Sherani&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><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;">Prendar's Ini - 1d20(2) + 4 = 6<br/>The very fates seem to conspire against the ratling.</div></div></div><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;">Nera's Ini - 1d20(14) + 4 = 18)</div></div></div><br/><br/>"Yes. Kitty wants to play. I'll let you finish first, though." Nera bares her teeth in what could have almost passed for a smile - had she not been running her tongue hungrily over them, her feirce, amber eyes locked on Sherani as if she was nothing but a big peice of meat.<br/><br/>(Nera Delays)<br/><br/>Prendar's eyes widen.<span style="font-style: italic">WHAT?!?!</span><br/>Nera was not going to intervene? Not going to save her?!<br/><br/>Apparantly not.<br/><br/>Sherani could feel the frightened, beating pulse of the ratling in her grasp. The tigress' tightly clenched fingers allowed her to feel every raspy breath, every fightened beat of the rat's heart as she struggled in Sherani's vice-like grip, but to no avail - the surprize attack had taken her entirely off guard. For the moment, at least - Sherani had her.<br/><br/>"Ne....raaa.....help....!!!" Prendar croaks out, her fingers scrabblind wildly at Sherani's hand, trying desperately to find some hold - ANY hold - so she could pry those strong fingers back, anything to allow her to escape.<br/><br/>"Never liked you, anyway..." Came Nera's only response.<br/><br/>(Prendar - Resist ingest - 1d20(16) + 3 = 19. DC 30.<span style="font-weight: bold">Failure</span>)<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "Aw, kitty wants to play too?" Sherani chuckles at Nera, then turns to Prendar, a terrifying grin on her face. "Guess I better free my hands up, then!" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>For the briefest second, some small measure of hope remains in the ratling - freeing up her hands. Letting her go, right?  Wrong - the ratling's blood runs cold as Sherani's gaze falls on her, held helplessly in a single hand. That terrifying, predatory grin, the way her mouth already seemed to be watering, as if anticipating her flavor..<br/><br/>With one mighty flick of her wrist, Sherani sends the hundred-pound ratling tumbling tail-over-head, straight into the air over the eager, predatory tigress. The ratling recovers instantly, her whip-like tail flailing madly in an attempt to right herself in the air - but to no avail. Her recovery only gives her a brief look at something that she wished she'd never seen - the gaping, pink interior of Sherani's fanged maw.<br/><br/>Time almost seems to slow for the ratling, her mind racing as she struggles to formulate some plan of escape. Yet, the only thing her racing mind seems to be able to focus on is that lolling, pink tongue beneath her. The seemingly cavernous interior of the tigress' mouth. Those suddenly enormous-looking, pearly white fangs. The single, thin strand of saliva that trickles from the tip of one of those sharp teeth, hanging like a spiderweb across the inky blackness of Sherani's throat.<br/><br/>She had it! She only had to get her hands on one of those-<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*CHOMP!*</span><br/><br/>The ratling is never given a chance to react. Gravity inevitably yanks Prendar downwards, and Sherani is waiting for just that opportunity. Sherani's muscular legs surge upwards, meeting the descending ratling halfway, her wide-open jaws eagerly accepting the delicious morsel as it passes between her lips, across her teeth, and right into the awaiting throat that lay beyond.<br/><br/>"SQUEEA-MMPH!"<br/><br/>Prendar's squeak of terror is instantly muffled by the powerful, constricting muscles of the predatory shifter's throat. Where once she'd felt the warm air of the outside, saw the brightness of the sunlight - now, it was nothing but utter blackness, and the opressive heat and moisture of a hungry, rippling throat.<br/><br/>(Prendar's Grapple to resist swallow - 1d20(9) + 3 = 12.<span style="font-weight: bold">Failure</span>)<br/><br/>Prendar's flavor explodes on Sherani's tongue, so thick and strong. The faint, sour taste of old perspiration somewhat ruins her flavor, though even that slight, unfortunate taste cannot fully hide the utterly delicious, mouthwatering flavor hidden beneath. The taste of the ratling's fur as it runs along Sherani's taste-buds was almost euphoric - a taste that almost anyone would want to sample again and again, so strong and mouthwateringly delicious it almost made her difficult to swallow.<br/><br/>Only almost, though.<br/><br/>Prendar's shrieks of mixed rage and fear are muffled almost to the point of inaudibility as Sherani's throat ripples powerfully around her, the enormous bulge in the shifter's throat traveling steadily downwards into her chest - then lower still, into her slowly swelling belly. Trapped in the dark, shifting, fleshy tunnel of Sherani's throat, Prendar can do little but squirm for her life, fighting desperately against the powerful muscles that continue to ripple across her entire body, drawing her steadily lower and lower towards her final destination - the eager stomach of the shifter, waiting and ready to turn her into nothing but nutrients for the predator's body.<br/><br/>Her entire world was the soft, gurgling growls coming from close below, the faint scent of acid and partially-digested breakfast, and the excited, rapid heartbeat of the predator who had made a meal of her.<br/><br/>With one final cry of anguish, Prendar's feet slip into Sherani's maw, leaving nothing but the remaining two feet of the ratling's tail whipping violently to and fro outside her pursed lips.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*Slrrrrrrrrrp!!*</span><br/><br/>A single, long slurp fixes that problem, though. Like little more than a string of spaghetti, Prendar's long, whippy tail is drawn right between Sherani's lips. One final swallow, and the ratling is gone to the world - little more than a violetly shifting bulge in the shifter's belly.<br/><br/>Prendar struggles violently as she is forced into the swelling, tightly-clenching depths of Sherani's belly. The heavy smell of acid assaulted her nostrils, her hands searching through the glop of that morning's breakfast as she desperately searched for a means of escape, clawing, pushing, and biting fruitlessly in an effort to escape. She was covered from head to toe in partially digested breakfast, acid, and saliva - and the squeezing, growling, eager stomach seemed all to happy to turn her into breakfast, as well.<br/><br/>"HEEELP! "<br/><br/>(Prendar's Escape Check - 1d20(12) + 10 = 22. DC - 27. Prendar fails to escape)<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> <br/>With her first victim out of the way, Sherani turns her attention beck to Nera, teeth bared in a decidedly UN-friendly smile. "Now then... I think somebody needs a lesson in how the food chain works!"<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>Nera smirks - She'd never liked Prendar anyway. Grinning dangerously, the white-furred feline runs her tongue over her lips, gazing at Sherani hungrily  "Mmm. I think they do, too. Time for breakfast, bitch."<br/><br/>She never sees the bolt coming until it was too late.<br/><br/>(Nera's spot - Automatic failure.)<br/><br/>Sherani feels a brief tickle of something sharp passing right beside her cheek, leaving a tiny, thin trail of blood in it's wake. The tell-tale<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">*Thwwwsssh!*</span></span>of an arrow or bolt hinting at just what, exactly, it had been.<br/><br/>The bolt sails right by Sherani's face...and sinks right into the Sternum of the white-furred feline (Suddenly crimson) before her. There is a sickening *crrrk!* as the bolt sinks into the bone, likely splintering it in the process.<br/><br/>Nera stares down at the bolt dumbly for just a second...looks up at Sherani...<br/><br/>And roars.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"RrrrRRAAAAAAHHHHHGGGGGG!!!!!"</span><br/><br/>(Nera - damage taken. Nera automatically frenzies. +6 to str, -4 to AC)<br/>(Nera uses 'Intimidating Rage'. Intimidate check 1d20(13) + 9 = 22.)<br/>(Sherani needs to made a modified level check (1d20 + level + wisdom score + saves against fear), or be shaken as long as Nera is Frenzied)<br/><br/>With a howl of rage, Nera leaps on Sherani, biting and clawing ferociously.<br/><br/>(Claw - 1d20 (14) + 12(6 base, 6 strength) = 26. Hit!)<br/>(Damage 1d6(3) + 6 = 9 damage.)<br/><br/>Sherani feels one of those small claws catch her right across the top of her chest.<br/><br/>They sure as hell don't *FEEL* small.<br/><br/>Three thick, red lines appear just above the shifter's breasts, the deep cuts instantly turning the front of Sherani's clothing a dark, reddish color.<br/><br/>(Nera, touch attack - 1d20(20) + 7 = 27. Automatic success)<br/>(Nera does not have improved Grapple - She Provokes an attack of opportunity from Sherani)<br/><br/>Her other hand reaches forwards and roughly grabs Sherani by the upper thigh, lifting it off the ground as she pulls the Shifter in to meet her.<br/><br/>(Grapple check - 1d20(19) + 7 = 26)<br/><br/>(If first attempt is not successful, She tries again, using her highest base attack from 'Frenzy')<br/>(1d20(7) + 12 = Touch successful!)<br/>(Grapple check - 1d20(14) + 12 = 26 - Sherani is grappled unless she makes a DC 26 grapple check!)<br/>(If grapple is successful...)<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;">With an enormous surge of strength, Nera pulls the front of Sherani's body tightly up against her own, her powerful grip making it difficult for the Shifter to even struggle. Likely, it was not her grip that Sherani's attention was focused on, though - but the slender, gaping maw of the slightly smaller feline in front of her.<br/><br/>(1d3(1) + 6 = 7 subdual damage for Grapple)<br/><br/>Nera's jaws open wide, thick strands of saliva hanging from the roof of her mouth and teeth. Her tiny, pink tongue eagerly curls and flexes, desperatly wanting the taste of the Shifter's body, the feeling of her squirming form slithering down her throat. Another yank against her body, and Sherani's shoulder snaps the bolt off in Nera's chest - it does not even seem to phase her.<br/><br/>(Nix this, if Sherani is grappled on the second grapple)<br/>Growling manically, Nera's jaws gape impossibly wide...and descend over Sherani's head, encasing her in darkness.<br/><br/>(Nera's extra attack at highest base attack from frenzy - Ingest attempt)<br/>(1d20(17) + 12 (+2, predatory instincts, +2 (Sherani is below 2/3 HP)) =33. Sherani is ingested unless she makes a DC <span style="font-weight: bold">33</span> Grapple check)</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Ureck&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Taking up position behind an upturned (and subsequently looted) wagon, the collie takes a deep breath. Reaching down into his quiver, Ureck pulls a single bolt from it, sliding it into place on his light crossbow. A quick jerk of his hand ensures that the sring clicks back firmly into place, held on a hair-trigger by the firing mechanism.<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;">There is plenty of stuff on the street to hide behind, not to mention a sizable crowd. I've given Ureck a favorable +2 to his hide check, because of these circimstances)</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>With a deep breath, he leans up and peers over the cart, taking quick stock of the situation. The tiger looked like he was down for the count, and Sherani had certainly made quick work of the ratling. That left only three targets - a human that looked like he very, VERY desperately wanted to get away, a green-skinned humanoid, obviously of orcish decent...and a white-furred feline.<br/><br/>Singleing the feline out as his mark, Ureck takes steady aim, staring down the bolt as he drew his mark. Right over Sherani's shoulder...into the feline. She'd never see it coming.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*TWANG!*</span><br/><br/>The bolt flies free.<br/><br/>The whistling shaft hurtles through the air, right over Sherani's shoulder, and plunks square into the center of the feline's chest - a killing blow!<br/><br/>Or, it should have been.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"RrrrrRRAAAHHHHHGGGG!"</span><br/><br/>Apparantly, that bolt had only made her angry. Really...really angry.<br/><br/>As the collie begins to reload, he takes quick stock of the situation as he loads up another bolt and prepares to fire.<br/><br/>The crowd, for the moment at least, was backed away far enough to give the combatants some room. The collie knew - fighting in the streets here was nothing new to these people. It was an everyday occurance - a brawl breaking out over a few coins, someone trying to make another their meal, or any other number of things.<br/><br/>With those battles came opportunistic predators, though. Ureck notices a few individuals watching the fight with interest - likely eager to swoop in and devour anyone who became too badly injured to put up a fight, was knocked unconcious, or simply killed from any number of weapon swings or blows. The collie could assume, though - if his side emerged victorious, and at at least put on the 'FACE' of being in top fighting form...they could avoid another incident.<br/><br/>It would be something to keep an eye on - and in his vantage point, it was definantly something he could do.<br/><br/>With his crossbow reloaded,Ureck takes  aim at a new target, this time - the orc. Another loud, vicious<span style="font-style: italic">Twang!</span>resounds through the air as the collie takes careful aim and pulls the trigger again, his crossbow bolt flying true. This time, he only manages a glancing blow against his target's shoulder - the bolt still sticks, but likely too far off-mark to cause too much damage - but, every drop of blood spilled would make them in worse and worse fighting form...and far more vulnerable to the attacks of his allies.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Lilium&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">@ Lilium</span><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;">This is a vore game. I encourage long swallowing scenes! &gt;:3 Good job with it.<br/><br/>As for the extension, I believe I can do that. I'll make the extension for everyone who wants to change around their sheet a bit - one more week, from this day. Idealy, I wanted it all done by this fight, but I can definantly sympathize with computer troubles. :3 <br/><br/>One more week it is! =D</div></div></div><br/><br/>Lilium closes the few feet to Adanoa in a few brief footsteps, seemingly in no rush despite the urgency of the situation around her. For the moment, there was nothing in the world save for her, and the enormous tiger, held immobile from a single spell cast by someone nearly a third of his weight.<br/><br/>Adanoa's eyes lock on Lilium's,  those intense, predatory orbs glaring daggers at the vulpine who was so bold as to confront him! Yet, for all the hatred in his eyes, for all the rage that was building inside of him - his muscles simply would not work. They functioned, just not in the way he wanted them to - for the moment, at least, he was entirely helpless, held entrapped by the powerful spell of the kitsune sorceress.<br/><br/>(Will save - 1d20(6) + 6 = 12 - DC 22. Failed)<br/><br/>Even held so, he managed to bare his teeth in a fearsome snarl - though, admittedly, that snarl would have held some measure of intimidation only if he were not as helpless as a kitten at the moment "Rrr..you...f-fool...ish...fox...when I...free...killing...you...first..."<br/><br/>How such a petite little creature had managed to lock every muscle in his body, he'd never know - what he *DID* know...is that the second his body was free of this spell, whatever it was...she was going to be making a permanent visit to his stomach - see how much good her spells did her when she was digested!<br/><br/>For all his bravado, imagined or not, it does not prepare him for her next words...or, her next actions.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “You fancy yourself a wolf stalking it’s prey, Pity you are just another sheep” Lilium says to Adanoa with a devious, Toothy smile.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Foolish fox, what in the hell did she mean 'another sheep' - he was a tiger, a preda-<br/><br/>What the<span style="font-style: italic">hell</span>?!<br/><br/>Adanoa tries to resist as Lilium slowly reaches up and presses her dainty little hand against the back of his head, forcing him to half-bend forwards as she pulls it down towards her..and begins to slide her slender little muzzle open wide. Adanoa stares into her mouth, utterly helpless to move. The pristine, white cones of polished ivory that were her teeth. The long, slender, pink tongue that - even now - curled so invitingly towards him, eager for just a tiny sample of the massive tiger's flavor. The way her mouth watered with hunger, eager for a taste of the enormous meal that was to come...<br/><br/>Surely she was not going to try what he *THOUGHT* she was going to try. There was no way - it was impossible - that this little female could ever...<br/><br/>"..What..?!" He manages to say, his eyes widening in utter shock as Lilium's jaws open wide in front of him...and she simply places his head right into her maw, her tongue washing along his fur, dipping beneath it to sample the delicious, earthy flavor of his flesh. The vulpine's saliva makes a shiny sheen of thick, slick saliva all along the facial fur of her prey, ensuring his trip down her throat would be an easy one, when the time came.<br/><br/>The tiger's flavor positivly explodes in her mouth, her tastebuds alive with the delicious, earthy flavor of the big male feline she'd chosen as her next meal. It was positivly mouthwatering, and with just that simple taste, she could practically *FEEL* the perfect amounts of muscle and fat in his body, both so incredibly easy to digest, and so flavorful.<br/><br/>Adanoa's ears flick helplessly against the roof of Lilium's mouth, his eyes widening even more as he hears the loud, hungry growl of Lilium's stomach somewhere down the long, slender expanse of her throat - a growl that was mean for him. Now, he was worried - the crazy dame actually meant to try and eat him! HIM! Not a chance!<br/><br/>Yet, for all his intended bravado, the fact remained - he could barely move a muscle. Lilium easily stuffs the tiger's muzzle right into the back of her throat, that slender, saliva-slickened throat eagerly accepting the head of the enormous tiger - and eagerly awaiting the rest of him that was to follow. Adanoa shivers, a soft, throaty growl escaping his chest as he feels his head pressed into the throat of the small kitsune, the rippling, muscular contractions of that tiny passage tugging at him eagerly, energetically trying to send him down to her hungry, awaiting stomach.<br/><br/>Lilium feels her prey start to struggle slightly, trying desperately to make his muscles work - but, it was useless. No amount of squirming would prevent her from devouring him now - it was just a matter of time. And it was she, not him, that had all the time in the world. Lilium's slender, vulpine tongue courses along his shoulders, throat, and chest, thickly coating him with her saliva as she throughly explores his taste, her very taste buds alive with the delicious sensations and flavors his fur and flesh sent shooting along her nerves.<br/><br/>She was actually swallowing him - the first time anyone had EVER looked at him, Adanoa, as prey! It was this little fox that was actually trying to turn him into food - and managing incredibly well. The massive tiger emits another deep, fearsome growl as he feels his shoulders slide fully into Lilium's tight, rippling throat, that velvety soft passage squeezing and massaging him from every angle, working him further downwards towards her growling, empty stomach. By the gods - she was actually going to do it! His fears are reaffirmed as he feels her tight little lips slide across his chest, a full half of his body buried in the tightness and warmth of her maw - and the rippling, squeezing confines of her throat, thost muscles desperately trying to pull him downwards towards her awaiting, eager belly.<br/><br/>Adanoa's leg twitches - just have to get a little leverage...<br/><br/>That opportunity never comes, though, as - with a sudden upwards jerk - Adanoa feels his feet leave the ground entirely, a sudden sense of vertigo washing over him as he feels himself tilted upwards...and upwards more...until she was positioned almost straight in the air over the kitsune's salivating maw - it was a something he'd done countless times. Let gravity aid in the swallowing process. A slight feeling of fear begins to creep up in the back of his mind - what if she actually managed? No - she *WAS* going to manage! The excited beat of her heart, the equally excited gurgles of her empty stomach below - she meant to turn him into food! Nutrients for her body!<br/><br/>Adanoa begins to struggle in earnest, and Lilium can feel him squirming the slightest bit inside of her throat - but, it was useless. She had him - there was no way he could escape. Another louder, more desperate growl (Muffled from Lilium's flesh and fur) sounds from somewhere near Lilium's belly, the sound of her eagerly growling stomach almost overpowering the muffled sound of his growing fear. Lilium's now-free hands begin to strip the tiger of his lower wear - which consisted of a simple pair of clothen pants, a belt, and a small pouch.<br/><br/>"Wha...?!" He cries softly inside of her, feeling her strip him of his clothing - then, another powerful swallow draws his hips and rapidly-flicking tail fully into her muzzle, leaving only his jerking, twitching legs visible to the outside world - that, and an enormous bulge in her neckfur, outlining the downwards passage of her unfortunate meal into her tiny little body.<br/><br/>The tiger's entire body seems to tense the slightest bit, straightening out when he feels that slender, pink little tongue trailing along his lower belly. What was she doing? Surely not what he though she was...<br/><br/>"Ahh!" A soft call of shock (and just a tiny hint of pleasure, despite the rather terrifying situation), calls from somewhere in Lilium's swelling belly as her tongue deftly slides between his legs, and courses along his manhood. The feeling of her little tongue gliding along his sheath, even half-buried in her body, causes the big male to shudder softly, a soft whimper escaping his muzzle as her tongue explores fully along the flavorful mix of fur and flesh.<br/><br/>'Oh...grrr...Ooohh..." Mingled moans and growls escape from Lilium's gurgling tummy as her tongue explores fully over the tiger's sheath, and then eases inside to tease and tickle across his soft - but already hardening - shaft. Above her, Lilium can see the tiger's toes curling and uncurling as she allows her tongue to graze across the sensative, and slowly thickening, head of the tiger's shaft, obviously enjoying the attention, despite how badly he tries to act he wasnt.<br/><br/>Another, louder moan-growl, muffled though it is, escapes the tighter's partially parted lips as Lilium's tongue moves from his sheath and shaft - to his testicles. Every little lick, every little movement of her tongue over the soft, flavorful orbs, causes the tiger's body to clench and jerk, his tail curling it on itself as he desperately tries to avoid getting turned on - but fails at it miserably "MMmrrrfgrrrrrr!!!!" Lilium can feel a now VERY noticable bulge inside of her throat, no doubt her attention - despite devouring him alive - to his man-parts clearly getting him rather excited and erect.<br/><br/>Yet, all good things must come to an end. Her tongue pulls those delicious, furry orbs to the back of her mouth, and one final swallow sends them sliding into her tightly-rippling throat, just like the rest of him. The tiger's legs and tail follow, and when Lilium's jaws snap shut, there is nothing but a discarded pair of pants to let the world know he ever excited. That - and a nice, thick little bulge in the Kitsune's tiny stomach.<br/><br/>Adanoa feels himself crammed into the tight, constrictive confines of Lilium's stomach, the faint scent of acid - and the excited growling of her tummy - assaulting his senses. She'd done it! Devoured him alive - not to mention, teased him into an erection on the way. The Kitsune's stomach squeezes him from every side, compressing him in on himself until he is nothing but a little ball inside of her, wrapped up on himself in the tight, squeezing confines of her stomach - so much food for her stomach to do as it will with.<br/><br/>(Lilium provokes an attack of opportunity from Vrillik)<br/><br/>Lilium's meal did not come without it's price - The second Lilium slurps down Adanoa's legs, the orc strikes. With her guard down, Lilium never sees the attack coming - not until three long razor-blades slice across her left arm, leaving three deep, painful gashes.<br/><br/>"Hey, bitch! Spit him back out!"<br/><br/>(1d20(14) + 8 = 22. Hit!)<br/>(1d6(6) + 4 = 10 damage. -5 for DR, 5 damage total.)<br/><br/><br/><br/>Gunter takes another step back, though at least does draw his blades "Aahh...we...should get outta here..."<br/><br/>Vrillik growls under his breath, pointing at the human with his long, steel claws "Don't you THINK about it! Flank her, you idiot! KILL HER!"<br/><br/>Gunter pauses...seems to steel himself, and takes a single step forwards...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"RrrrrRRRRRAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!"</span><br/><br/>Nera's roar of frenzied rage cuts causes him to stop in his tracks.<br/><br/>Gunter's face goes white "..Oh gods. She's...went nuts again...I'm out of here. Y'on your own, mate!" Not even bothering to look back, Gunter turns-tail and runs - as fast as he can - away from the confrontation, apparantly the mixture of Lilium's bluff, the swallowing of his leader, and the feline's frenzy enough to make him think twice about tangling with anyone.<br/><br/>"Wimp.." Vrillik whispers under his breath..before turning back to Lilium "Y'dead, fox. Cuttin' him out of you if I have to, but I'm gettin' him back."<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;">Vrillik's Ini - 1d20(13) + 1 = 14</div></div></div><br/><br/>Vrillik steps forwards, true to his words, and slashes the claw across Lilium's belly. Thankfully, the powerful magics that protect her soften the blow - and her abnormally tough hide absorbs some, as well. Still, those long, sharp razor-like blades hurt - and badly!<br/><br/>(Attack #1 - 1d20(19) + 10 = 29. Hit!)<br/>(1d6(4) + 4 = 8 damage. -5 DR, 3 damage total)<br/><br/>His second attack is aimed at her crouching fox, who was just getting ready to leap upon orc who even DARED strike his master. It sinks into the fox's left shoulder, a loud, yelping howl of pain escaping his lips as he scurries backwards under the assault.<br/><br/>(Attack #2 - 1d20(15) + 5 = 20. Hit)<br/>(1d6(4) + 4 = 8 )<br/><br/>The stalwart fox recovers quickly, however. Half-limping, half-throwing himself forwards, he barrels into the Orc, growling feircly in Lilium's head<span style="font-style: italic">~Don't you *EVER* touch her again, you green-skinned freak. I'll kill you!~</span>.<br/><br/>The fox hits the orc square in the center of his chest, his powerful jaws coming down on the orcs shoulder in an enormous bite. The sound of rending metal fills the air as Rak's teeth crush the scaled armor between his jaws, his teeth sinking into orcish flesh..and opening wide, trying to take in the orc's entire shoulder in that same, swift action.<br/><br/>(Bite - 1d20(10) + 9 = 19. Hit!)<br/>(Bite damage - 1d6 (2) + 2 = 4)<br/>(Rak uses 'Improved Chomp' to grapple Vrillik)<br/>(1d20 (16) + 10 = 26. Vrillik is grappled unless he opposes with a DC 26 grapple check)<br/>(Vrillik's Grapple - 1d20 (2) + 10 = 12. DC 26 - fail. Vrillik is grappled!)<br/><br/>Vrillik stumbles backwards, one arm wrapped around the oversized fox's body as Rak's teeth sink deeply into him. His entire body jerks back and forth, trying to dislodge the jaws of the fox - but, to no avail. His other arm draws back and begins to stab at Rak's stomach, trying to strike the fox before it can manage another bite...<br/><br/><br/><br/>Adanoa -<span style="color: #008000">79/79</span>- AC 14 (4 natural, 4 dex, -4 from dex, Paralyzed) - Helpless, Digesting in Lilium's belly<br/>Prendar -<span style="color: #00BF00">30/36</span>- AC 14 (+4 dex) - Digesting in Sherani's belly<br/>Vrillik -<span style="color: #00BF00">40/44</span>- AC 17 (6 armor, 1 dex)<br/>Gunter - Fled<br/>Nera -<span style="color: #FFBF00">52/69</span>- AC 14 (4 armor, +4 dex, -4 from frenzy) (Frenzy for 6 more rounds)<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Ureck -<span style="color: #00BF00">49/50</span>- AC 18 (4 armor, 3 dex, +1 deflection)<br/>Sherani -<span style="color: #FFBF00">51/72</span>- AC 15 (+1 armor, +4 con, +2 dex, -2 stuffed penalty)(Stuffing Penalty, -4)<br/>Lilium -<span style="color: #FFBF00">28/36</span>- AC 17 ( +2 natural, +1 dex, +4 deflection)<br/>Rak -<span style="color: #FFBF00">34/42</span>- AC 17 (+3 dex, +4 deflection)<br/><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;">Whew. I was going to work on a new map, to show placement...but I think, after all that, It's time for a break. XD I'll have to find an easier way to make some maps to show placement - for now, imagination is going to be the biggest tool XD Tired. Time for...rest....</div></div></div>