<span style="font-style: italic">Mesil, Mellina</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;">Thanks a lot for the birthday wishes, Lilium!! ^_^</div></div></div><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;">Since this is coming up a bit during this battle, a round is six seconds long…except for when it isn’t. I’m not going to try and cram dialog, struggling, exchanges of bows, devouring, all that good stuff…in the span of six seconds. So, a round is ‘as long as it is’. Does that mean you can write a poem and recite it during combat? No. However, feel free to exchange words, do ‘descriptive’ actions that might take longer than six seconds to do (as long as it doesn’t alter the outcome), and just generally do things that take longer than a split second to do.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>The carnage of the battlefield was almost poetic. It could not have gone better if the defenders of the caravan had simply given up the goods freely, and crawled down their throats.<br/><br/>Well...perhaps that would have been a bit better...<br/><br/>Still, little got Mesil's blood pumping like battle. The struggle for life. It alway excited him, knowing his life was in danger. Knowing he could very well end another's existance. How many times had he sent squirmy little meals down his throat, felt their struggles slowly fade away, then die altogether in the hellish depths of his stomach? Not enough - he loved it. Craved it.<br/><br/>It was all he could do to keep himself from joining the battle, getting a meal of his own - however, this was not his fight. No...this was the recruit's fight. They'd proven themselves in other fields...now, they just needed to show they could handle themselves in the midst of battle. If so? They'd become a true member of the clan. If not? If in battle they should find themselves unworthy of bearing the name of the Gorvax tribe? Well...it would be one less mouth to feed. Either by his hand, Mellina's hand, or by the stroke of a blade on the battlefield.<br/><br/>As if sensing her companion's enkindled passion for battle, Mellina placed a hand softly on his side, to ease his tensions. His fur felt like it was on fire - she could feel his tenseness, his readiness. Nothing excited her lusts about the big male more. Whilst he was a little one-minded when it came to 'glory and pleasure in battle'...he was an incredible lover. Especially after a battle... "Calm yourself, Mesil. You'll get your chance soon enough. Besides, I-"<br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sherani, Kitty ballista wrote:</cite> "LET HER GO, YOU GORVIE BASTARDS" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>What the hell?<br/><br/>Mesil and Mellina cast a confused, sideways glance at each other. That...didn't sound like a voice they'd heard up until now...<br/><br/>It didn't take the two shifters long to realise - their ambush had been ambushed.  Now, the numbers were looking a little more even - and that meant, things were no longer in the favor of the recruits.<br/><br/>Mellina's expression darkens, whilst Mesil's only seems to grow more excited, his long, thickly-furred tail starting to wag excitedly back and forth behind him. The wolf, practically brimming with excitement, bares his teeth in battle-lust, practically shivering from the stimulation "More've come to play? Oohhh, this just keeps getting better and better. Perhaps we'll get a chance to join in the festivities after all..."<br/><br/>Mellina didn't share his optimism. She never had been one for...close conflicts. Now, the numbers were getting a little more out of their favor - and that was something she didn't like. At all.<br/><br/>"Ah..ahahaha. Yes...perhaps we will.." Her normal, almost sensual enthusiasm replaced by a feigned comfort "I only ask you to remember...I've not the armor you have. You'll protect me though, won't you?" She'd always been happy to have the large wolf on her side. Now, the prospect of using him as a meat shield only made her all the more thankful for his presence. At worst...well, she could always run, whilst he 'occupied' them.<br/><br/>Lifting his blade out of the dirt, the wolf just grinned - a broad, toothy, and completely unnerving grin "Of course, my dear. They'll not lay a finger on you. Well...maybe when they're sliding down that slender little throat of yours..." This was about to get fun.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Sherani, Yunah, Yeyah, Mesil, Mellina, Veyin </span><br/><br/>A tremble courses through Yunah's body as she feels the terrified heartbeat of her prey pounding against her chest. The soft feeling of the weasel-girl's breasts pressing up against her own gives her the first hint at just how tender her body was, how soft and delicious she would be. She'd waited her entire life for this moment - her first chance to sample living, squirming prey. She wanted it so badly she could taste it. And soon, she would.<br/><br/>Ignoring the angry glare of her sister, Yunah squeezes Veyin tightly against her chest, sandwiching her fully between her body, and Yeyah's. It felt so good - so empowering - knowing that, within a matter of moment, she'd have this pretty weasel-girl sliding down her throat, filling her belly....and within a few hours time, making her way through her intestines, a living creature reduced to little more than a single meal for her body to do with what it wanted. It was such an exciting and arousing thought - oh, how delicious this meal would be...<br/><br/>Yeyah just glares, holding Veyin's arms from behind while her sister prepared to get her first living meal - damnit, it was so unfair. Yunah had always been a little bit ahead of her in everything they did. Learning the way of the bow. Her first male. She started training a year earlier. Hell, she was even born a few minutes earlier. Now, to be the first one to get a squirmy meal - her teeth were gritted so hard it felt like they were going to break. She had half a mind to just gobble up this delicious little morsel herself, and if Yunah complained...well, she could just crawl into her belly and retrieve the meal, if she wanted it so bad.<br/><br/>Despite her murderous thoughts, she loved her sister - once more, she'd let Yunah have the first go...just this last time...<br/><br/>Ignoring the daggers being glared at her by her counterpart, Yunah forcuses on the meal before her. The scent of her body was suddenly enticing, intoxicating. The 'taste' of her fear, the feeling of her heart pounding against her chest, the softness of her body, even the look of utter fear in her tear-stricken eyes. Yes...this was going to be a day to remember forever.<br/><br/>"Shh, Shh-shh-shh...quite down, girlie...be a good girl, and squirm for me on the way down. Mmm...going to love..." Yunah's arms tighten around the girl's shoulders, pulling her face-to-face with the slightly taller shifter "...feeling you inside of me...byebye, love. Squirm for me, won't you? It'll only hurt for a while...a long while...byebye."<br/><br/>With that, Yunah leans her head forwards, and gently runs her slightly raspy tongue over the smooth, tender, and slightly burned flesh of Veyin's cheek, her mouth watering in desire and anticipation for the meal to come. A long, thick trail of saliva is left in the wake as her tongue curls along her cheek, across her forehead, and right back down across her petite little nose. With a moan, the female shifter withdraws her tongue into her mouth, shivering at the taste. Delicious...<br/><br/>Veyin can do little but squirm helplessly in the duo's grasps, tiny tears of terror streaking her cheeks - she felt so weak, so helpless. They were not much bigger than she was, but between them, her weaker body could find no purchase, find no way to shirk their grasps. She wanted to get away, wanted to live just one more day...not become food for a taunting, predatory bitch.<br/><br/>"P-please... no.." A terrified, pitiful sob escapes her lips, tears flowing freely down her face.<br/><br/>Ignoring the plaintive pleading of the unfortunate weasel-girl, who'd soon realise just how unfortunate she really was - Yunah's opens her slender muzzle up right in front of Veyin's terrified eyes. Immediently, Yunah could feel her prey's heartbeat quicken as fear flooded her body - it felt so good. She could practically taste the fear, and it was a flavor like no other.<br/><br/>Only through sheer force of will did Veyin resist passing out at the sight - she knew it would be the last thing she ever saw. Those tiny, but incredibly sharp, white teeth, glistening faintly with saliva. The pink roof of her mouth, a single, long strand of saliva dangleing from it to her eagerly curling tongue below. And that tongue - so tiny and and raspy, yet more than capable of working with her arms to cram the unwilling weasel-girl down her throat. She could see it curling, flicking back and forth, eager to once more sample the delicate taste of her bare flesh, to taste of her body as it slid along it, into the feline's throat. The throat - the thing she wanted to see least of all. The tiny black void she knew was more than capable of expanding to fit her slender body down it. More than capable of keeping her inside the cat-girl's stomach, where she most certainly didn't want to be. Once she squirmed down that long, fleshy, slick tube...she knew the only way she'd be coming out, would be the one direction she didn't want to travel. It was terrifying - and there was nothing she could do to stop it.<br/><br/>"N-no...don't.."<br/><br/>Without so much as another word, Yunah’s muzzle begins to spread across the girl’s terrified face, her tongue lapping hungrily against the soft, tender flesh of her cheek, and –<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sherani, Kitty ballista wrote:</cite> “LET HER GO, YOU GORVIE BASTARDS!” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Sherani might as well have been a cannonball. Then again, a cannonball might have been a little more gentle.<br/><br/>Sherani’s leap closes the distance in a split second – far too quickly for either of the stunned feline shifters to react. Her aim is true, and she barrels into Yunah with all the force that only a member of the Hara clan can muster, the powerful grip of her arms around Yunah’s midsection immediately forcing the air out of the feline shifter’s lungs.<br/><br/>“Gyaaaahhhh!!!!”  A high-pitched wail of surprise rises from the stunned catgirl. Her prey suddenly and understandably becoming only a secondary concern, Yunah’s grip on Veyin lessens, and then fails entirely, her slender hands forcing their way beneath Sherani’s arms, trying to keep the shifter from crushing the very life out of her “Ahh…ahhh!! C-can’t…bre..bre…eath…Yeyah..help..!”<br/><br/>Sherani’s grip, however, proved to be stronger than any iron. Whilst Yunah manages to her hands beneath Sherani’s arms, another powerful squeeze from the tigress shifter entraps them as well, forcing them tightly against the slender feline’s side. Gods, who in the hell had her?! Squirming in Sherani’s grip, she manages to turn her head just enough to see the tigress shifter’s mouth. Those lips…the long, sharp teeth that had so suddenly grown…even the look in her eyes.<br/><br/>And she was terrified.<br/><br/>Veyin felt the shifter feline’s grip slowly lessen, and then falter altogether. Wasting not even a second of time, the terrified weasel-girl struggles her way out of Yunah’s grip – and right into Yeyah’s. However, the other sister seemed to have little intention of keeping Veyin, and without so much as a second though, she pushes the half-breed weasel-girl to the side.<br/><br/>Life!! She was going to live!! She just had to get away…had to! But, her savior…<br/><br/>Peering up at Sherani as she wrestles with Yunah from behind, Veyin just shakes her head – she could handle herself. Right? Practically crawling on all fours, Veyin retreats behind the nearest tree, pressing her back up against it, thanking the gods themselves she could still feel the cool air on her singed flesh. Now, she just had to stay out of sight…and hope to hell her savior could hold her own against the dual opponents…<br/><br/>Yunah’s voice, once so seductive and sensual, turns into a terrified mewl “Yeeeyah…!!! He –“ Another squeeze from Sherani causes her to gasp for air, her body squirming violently in her grip “ –help me!”<br/><br/>(Will save, 1d20(3) + 4 (HD) +4 (Will) =<span style="font-weight: bold">11</span>. Utter failure. Yunah is shaken)<br/>(Grapple check – 1d20(4) + 10, -2 (shaken) =<span style="font-weight: bold"> 12.</span>Failed. Yunah is grappled. Big time.)<br/><br/>Yeyah’s eyes widen in shock – who in the hell…another shifter?! From what clan?! She didn’t know, but what she DID know, is that this longtooth had her sister…and was threatening to eat her. Whilst she’d entertained the thoughts of devouring her sister herself, to have another do it was simply unthinkable – she had to help!!<br/><br/>Knocking an arrow against her bow in a split second’s time, Sherani suddenly finds a razor-tipped arrow pointed straight at her face. Or, at least, it would be pointed straight at her face, were it not for the squirming, gasping feline struggling uselessly in her arms.<br/><br/>“HEY!! YOU STRIPEY BITCH!! LET HER GO!!” Yeyah’s voice couldn’t have been any more fearsome if she was spitting daggers with every word, and judging by just how surely she leveled that arrow, picking areas around Sherani’s face and neck that were not quite covered by Yunah’s body – she knew how to use a bow. Well.<br/><br/>Yet, dare she risk it? Yunah wouldn’t quit squirming…and one stray arrow, so close – it could prove disastrous. Damnit, Yunah…<br/><br/>Well, there was always plan B.<br/><br/>Baring her teeth, Yeyah takes a single forwards, and begins to sink her claws into Sherani’s arms, trying to pry them out from around her entrapped sister’s body. Though Yeyah’s tiny claws sink in painfully, it was hardly even a worry for the experience shifter – the pain was almost laughable. What was not laughable, though…was the way Yeyah’s canine teeth began to thicken, enlongate, and sharpen right before Sherani’s eyes. It was a method of shifting she knew intimately – longtooth. So, these two had a little bit of ‘predator’ in them, after all…<br/><br/>(Yeyah uses ‘Aid another’ on Yunah, giving her a +2 to grapple checks to free herself)<br/>(Yeyah uses ‘Longtooth Shifting’)<br/><br/>“Grr..Let…” Another gasp escapes Yunah’s mouth, which suddenly seemed a little bit fuller…teeth? She’d shifted, as well. Sherani feels the girl’s body surge with strength…, her arms pushing outwards forcefully against Sherani’s own, prying them apart with the aid of her sister. “…Me…GO!”<br/><br/>(Yunah’s grapple attempt to free herself – 1d20(13) + 11(+2 str from shifting), -2 shaken, +2 aided =<span style="font-weight: bold">24</span>)<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Across the battlefield, just within sight…</span><br/><br/>Mesil’s eyes alight on the shifter who’d so boldly attacked Mellina’s favored pupils. Technically, it was against the rules of their little bet, and the rules of the initiation overall. They were ‘overseers’, not to dabble in the battle unless directly attacked, or things turned sour. Bet-wise…well, it was hardly a bet if they allowed each other to help their ‘star pupils’.<br/><br/>However, he knew Mellina’s personality. She absolutely hated to lose. Losing the bet coupled with losing a star pupil? Well…<br/><br/>As if on cue, Mellina’s ears perk forwards, her entire body seeming to bristle as she watches Yunah get wrapped up in Sherani’s arms “H-hey…that’s not fair. Sneak attack. Is that…Hara clan? Or Hevex?”<br/><br/>Mesil couldn’t help but grin – yep. He’d called it exact. Tapping his sword idly against his shield, the large wolf simply shrugs, as if he’d expected the sneak attack all along “Hara clan, I think. Funny. You’d figure they’d all be worrying over the loss of-“<br/><br/>“DAMNIT! She grabbed Yunah!! AUGH!! I TOLD her not to let her guard down…stupid, stupid…damnit, this won’t work.” Cutting off Mesil mid-sentence, Mellina practically stomps across the battlefield, ignoring the trio now facing down the armored dragoness. As she walks, she begins to mutter soft, arcane syllables, already working her hands in wide, broad circles to call forth the arcane energy contained within her.<br/><br/>Sighing, Mesil follows – suddenly, she didn’t seem so worried about the ambush, and a lot more worried about winning the bet. Oh well – she’d be happy, he didn’t care…and he’d still bed her later.<br/><br/>Mellina’s body glows softly with arcane energy, the unspent power molded by the strength of her words<span style="font-style: italic">“Sleetani Slumberis!”</span><br/><br/>The arcane energy dies down just as suddenly as it had been called forth…and nothing seems to happen…<br/><br/>Sherani, though, hears a tiny tinkleing sound in the back of her mind, like a single, minute bell being rung over and over. It was surprisingly gentle. Lulling. Why….did it seem to call out to her so?<br/><br/>A sudden wave of exhaustion washes over her body, dulling her senses, causing her arms and legs to quake with fatigue – sleep. She needed sleep. Just a short nap would do. Battle all around her…but just a single, quick nap. Maybe even just closing her eyes for a few seconds would help…<br/><br/>(Mesil and Mellina move. Mellina casts a spell)<br/>(Mellina casts ‘Deep Slumber’. It affects both Yunah and Sherani, starting with Yunah first)<br/>(Sherani must make a DC<span style="font-weight: bold">17</span>will save, or fall asleep.)<br/>(Yunah will save – 1d20(20) + 4 – 2(Shaken) =<span style="font-weight: bold">22.</span>Automatic success)<br/><br/>Yunah seems to slump in Sherani’s arms, but only for a single, brief moment, before perking right back up – and struggling all the harder.<br/><br/><br/>(Part 1/3)