<blockquote><div><cite>Rihyan wrote:</cite>"Chrrou, you still able to track Sashi?"</div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~No problem,~</span>Chrrou says, giving a nod of his snout in Rihyan's direction.<span style="font-style: italic">~Just let me find her trail again.~</span>The druid inhales deeply, filling his nostrils with the scent of the Armellian street. Even moreso than the marketplace, the arena gate is a menagerie of odors; a heady blend of musks, perfumes, tracked dirt... and blood.<br/><br/>How he missed it before, he doesn't know- the stench of blood, of death, is everywhere in this place. There, in a corner, a throbbing and fearful scent of some prey meeting a toothy demise. On that cart, the wet odor of freshly butchered meat- not all of it animal. And here, of course, all around him, all over him... the scent of his own life, spilled from his veins by his own talons.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh, how easy it would be to spill just a little bit more...</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">NO!</span>Chrrou staggers as an aftershock of Relm's death-madness strikes him, clashing violently with his basic nature. To think that he actually considered taking his own life, even under duress, horrifies the life-revering druid to no end. His distress is clearly visible even on his relatively expressionless raptor-face as he slumps, panting, against Heshaar.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~S-sorry,~</span>he gasps.<span style="font-style: italic">~Didn't... didn't think that'd hurt so much. Just... give me a minute, I'll try again.~</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>At the brush of Mindy's gloved hand, her harpy pet gives a shudder of delight, beaming at her elf mistress. The source of her pleasure is obvious through Mindy's connection; as her hand moves, she can feel the same electric tingle run across her stomach, hyperstimulating the nerves below her drum-tight stretched skin. Of course, Mindy's own abdomen is still flat- for the time being.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Mindy wrote:</cite><span style="font-style: italic">~Are you all right in there, Soma? It… might take a little longer to get you out of there. Is that okay?~</span></div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~I'm fine,~</span>Soma responds.<span style="font-style: italic">~ These girls are pretty lazy digesters. How're you guys holding up?~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~I'd be lot better if I still had my boots,~</span>Jess gripes.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~You lost your boots? How'd you manage- wait, don't tell me...~</span>Soma trails off, but doesn't stay quiet for long; from inside the last harpy, a peal of laughter erupts, clearly audible even through several layers of flesh.<span style="font-style: italic">~... she </span>ate<span style="font-style: italic"> your boots? Oh, that's just great!~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~"It's not funny!"~</span>Jess yells, simultaneously snapping back over Mindy's connection.<span style="font-style: italic">~"Those were really expensive... </span>T.T<span style="font-style: italic">"~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Aw, cheer up, Puppy. I'll bet Sapheine'll give you a discount for a story like that. Ate your boots... oh, man...~</span>Soma chuckles for a bit longer before re-adressing Mindy.<span style="font-style: italic">~So, what was that about staying 'a little longer?' I didn't get flown off with, did I?~</span>Unlike certain other tieflings, the prospect of being carried off by a predator doesn't seem to phase her- at worst, she sounds mildly exasperated.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~You're still here,~</span>Yuki informs her cousin.<span style="font-style: italic">~We're just dealing with the last harpy. But you're going to be stuck in three bellies for awhile.~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Three bellies?~</span>Soma perks up noticeably at the idea.<span style="font-style: italic">~Oh, this I've </span>gotta<span style="font-style: italic"> try. Alright, let's do it! Just remember to gulp som air so they keep squirming, okay?~</span>