<span style="font-weight: bold">Ishidora</span><br/><br/>“W- we escaped,” Vesele gasped, a little later. Bent over and panting, her breasts and butt made<span style="font-style: italic">interesting</span>viewing.<br/><br/>Katina shook her head. “She<span style="font-style: italic">let us go</span>,” she replied, almost as staggered as the gorgeous girl-gatherer.<br/><br/>“Why would she do that?” Vesele said.<br/><br/>“Maybe she was afraid?” Marija suggested. “I mean, there are four of us? So we’re pretty safe, right?”<br/><br/>“No,” Katina explained. “No offence, but I’m the only<span style="font-style: italic">real</span>warrior.<br/><br/>“None taken,” Vesele smiled, and gently began to massage the tension from Marija’s mousegirl shoulders. “I rely on you to look after me. Anyway… Ishidora’s pretty tough, but not in that way, and you and I, well-” she hugged Marija close, and gently trailed her fingertips down the mousegirl’s throat. Marija quivered against her.<br/><br/>“C- could you have kept us safe?” Marija stammered at the catgirl. “<span style="font-style: italic">Can</span>you?”<br/><br/>“Maybe,” Katina agreed. “Against a single Kari,<span style="font-style: italic">maybe</span>. But probably the worst threat the rest of you pose to her is that you might accidentally attract a predator dangerous and hungry enough it wouldn’t be satisfied with just three or four courses, and would want<span style="font-style: italic">dessert</span>.”<br/><br/>“S-should we go back. For Grozdana?” Marija stammered - clearly terrified by the idea.<br/><br/>“She’s tigeress-chow,” I said. “Probably little more than mush, if she isn’t already fertilising the flowers.” I sighed, as Marija teared and the other girls glared. Not that they<span style="font-style: italic">disagreed</span>. “It’s her turn to be Goddess churn,” I continued. Soon enough, Grozdana’s soul would be reborn - though the only memories it would have were those of her race and class, the destiny she was to fulfil until she was digested once again.<br/><br/>“More troublingly,” I continued, “I lost my bearings a bit in the chase, and something hearabouts is disturbing my compass. I could<span style="font-style: italic">retrace</span>our steps-” Marija quailed, and neither Vesele nor Katina looked any too happy “-or we can press on. I<span style="font-style: italic">think</span>it’s this way…” I said.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">OOC: Roll redacted</span>