Exhaling a pleasure-filled sigh, Arcea took a few moments to idly stroke her coon-distended stomach, eyes sinking shut in delight as she felt the doomed girl squirming within in a fruitless effort to free herself. She didn't get to enjoy moments such as these as much as she liked, and though normal food was okay, there was nothing that quite reached the levels of satisfaction (and outright  predatory pleasure) derived from something a little more lively and squirmy, however frowned upon it might be in so called 'polite society'. She hardly cared. It felt good, and sticking a sword in them was no different than eating them...except, eating them felt good to HER, and once her foes had been defeated, did it really matter?<br/><br/>Running her tongue along her lips, Arcea gathers up the last little bits of flavor the cooness had left behind. Though a bit unwashed, she still tasted delicious, and whatever failings her taste might have had was most certainly made up in...other places. The cooness' bust had certainly left nothing lacking, and even her delightfully succulent rump felt amazing squeezing down her throat. In face, from her pretty little face right down to her thighs and feet, she'd tasted quite wondrous, and more importantly...left her stomach feeling delightfully full. Gazing down at the vaguely cooness shape in her stomach, Arcea smirked to herself, murmuring "Heh...settle in, dear. Don't want you giving in too soon, do we? You've got a whole lot of digestion to experience before--"<br/><br/>Suddenly, mid-sentence, the squirming lump in her midsection...well, stopped squirming. Blinking in surprise, Arcea experimentally gave the cooness-lump in her belly a little prod, followed by a slightly more violent jostle. Nothing. She'd passed out already? For a moment, the catgirl just stares down at her softly gurgling stomach, waiting for a cramp or maybe even a little bit of stomach acids getting somewhere tender to wake her up. It's something that never comes, though, and with a little laugh, Arcea turns her attention up towards Celrie, a smug little grin etched upon her pretty face "Well. A fighter this one was not. She's already out cold. How disappointing. And here I thought we'd get to tease her a bit, maybe with a nice tummy rub.. " Giving her stomach a little slap, Arcea shrugs "...Ahh well, still food." Drawing a tiny knife from her side, the catgirl idly picks at her teeth with it, picking at some stubborn bits of hair and fur that had gotten lodged on the way past before spitting them out "Gimmie a sec, and we'll see about that station, 'kay?"<br/><br/>Not content to leave their prisoners out in the snow where anything could happen to them, Arcea sets about the task of dragging them all inside the train, stuffing them into the extra room that had been designated as Celrie's, but one she'd not actually gotten to use just yet. After rechecking their bindings (and adding a few more to those who looked especially slippery), Arcea nodded her head in satisfaction. They'd collect some bounties on the rest of this lot and have a little spending money in their pockets for when the time arose. Maybe a night with some good drinks - that sounded lovely.<br/><br/>For a few seconds, Arcea pauses at the doorway to the little train cabin, eyeing the bound and helpless prisoners. Her stomach was pleasantly filled, and it'd take her all day and then some to finish digesting the cooness, and even longer before she was actually hungry again. Yet...mmm, she could always take another, couldn't she? Maybe that strong-looking, cute male raccoon...slap him awake, just to ensure he got to watch her devour him, got to experience it from start to finish. It wasn't that her stomach was incapable of holding another, to the contrary - it wouldn't have been the first time she'd eaten two, enjoyed their fading struggles together, settled in somewhere nice and comfy to digest so much food over the course of a good day or two...<br/><br/>Mm, it was tempting...but, as tempting as it was, her stomach was full enough, and they likely needed the extra money. Not to mention, she'd have to lug around the extra weight while she was exploring the station, and as nice as it would be if she was somewhere she could stretch out and relax while her belly did it's work, she didn't relish the thought of spending two or three hours carrying around more than her own body weight in food.<br/><br/>Stepping outside, Arcea slid the door shut and secured it in place. Time to check on her people. The trip to the back of the train was simple and relatively quite, only the gentle gurgling of her own stomach steadily working on her cooness dinner keeping her company,,,at least until she stepped back into the traincar that housed her people. Some were still outside stretching, but the few lucky enough to have snagged a meal were doing exactly as any contented feline wanted - settle in somewhere comfortable and enjoy the struggles of their prey as they slowly succumbed to the squeezing, gurgling depths of their belly. Even Krello was amongst those lucky enough to have gotten a meal, the sight of the big, speckled feline rubbing his still-active stomach enough to make her laugh to herself, drawing the big male cat's attention.<br/><br/>"Ooohh, Sub-Chief Arce--er..I mean, um...Arcea! I see you managed to snag one yourself! Ahhh...this fellow here is certainly a feisty one. Came at me with a big axe, he did..." Swelling up with pride, he jerked a finger towards the weapon - it looked like a washing machine lid that had been filed down to a sharp edge and rather unceremoniously welded to a big steel rod. Not exactly the most sophisticated weapon, but one that would certainly work, nonetheless. Clearly buzzed on his victory ( and his delectable meal), the big feline opened his mouth to continue, only to be interrupted by Prata as she stepped into the traincar.<br/><br/>"Foolish raccoon practically fell down his throat. Krello dropped his weapon, and the coon slipped on it. Fell into his arms. Was just luck. You, on the other hand..." The look in Prata's eyes, despite her annoyance, was a sort of newfound respect. She'd seen Arcea fight before, but not quite with such...distinction. It was quite a sight "...Did good, Arcea. Real good. You earned your prey. UNLIKE OTHERS!" Shooting a dirty look in Krellos direction, harsh enough to make him shrink away a bit, Prata pressed a finger against her own slender, attractive, and decidedly un-filled belly "You know how long it's been since I...you know what? Pheeeh. Wish I hadn't scared my own off now. Wonder what the odds are there's still one hanging around in the trees out there..?"<br/><br/>Oh Prata. Always thinking with her belly. Still, she was a good warrior - it fit.<br/><br/>Overall, the tallies seemed to be a few cuts, two shot wounds, and no deaths. Could not ask for better luck than that. Content in her assessment, Arcea returned to Celrie's side, and allowed herself to be led into the station, chattering casually with her elvish companion.<br/><br/><br/>**********************************************************************************************************<br/><br/><br/>It's all too easy for Celrie to drag Arcea along behind her, and as much as one might expect, the sight of the 'savage catwoman' with a full stomach of what had once CLEARLY been..well, a 'person', was enough to make just about anyone give her a wide berth. Despite the weight in her middle, though, Arcea seemed to handle it quite well, only paying any mind when she occasionally reached down to give her happily gurgling belly a little rub, sighing in pleasure, or a happy little pat as if to praise it for it's efforts to turn the cooness into something a little more soupy that her body could more easily absorb. Even her relatively small size in comparison to most of the other Cal'Drua did not make her any less intimidating, nor did her pretty face and generally cute countenance. She'd honestly not have had it any other way, at least for the moment.<br/><br/>Pretty soon, they'd found their way to a stand that seemed to deal in simple coats, made mostly of fur or various hides. When the elf set to work trying on the various outfits, Arcea opens her mouth to make a little quip of 'I know a special fur coat that's nice and warm. Coon is wearing it now', but a loud 'bluuurrrble' from her belly silences her before she ever speaks the words. Given how eagerly her stomach was working on the cooness, maybe suggesting Celrie give it a try as well wasn't the best idea, even if the joke sat well in her own mind.<br/><br/>Instead, Arcea settles into an admiring silence, simply letting Celrie enjoy herself as she tried on the various clothes. Of course, as expected, it hadn't taken too terribly long for the elvish woman to attract all manner of attention, and soon enough it was practically a small mob trying to either catch sight of what she was wearing, or trying to buy what she was wearing. Still, Arcea simply stood a little away from the 'moshpit', content to simply observe and shoot the odd stern glance at someone who got a little too handsy around her elvish companion. Once they'd back down, she simply returned to watching, her grin growing more and more prominent the bigger the scene Celrie made.<br/><br/>By the time Celrie had merchants fighting over her, Arcea was practically in tears from laughter, every new squawk or bellow or arguement over her trying on their wears making her laugh all the harder. So, this was what the lower echelon of 'civilization' was like? It was like a bunch of children fussing over a toy, and the more she saw, the harder she laughed. This was going to be a fun trip!<br/><br/>"Try some on? Ohhh, nono--" Not quite able to get her words out in time, Arcea finds a shiny peace of polished metal on an equally as polished chain draped across her neck. It was worthless, that much she knew - likely just some unused steel of some sort that had been shined. Still, it was rather pretty. Not something she particularly needed, though. Taking it back off, she replaced it on the avian's stand, only to bed led to the next place by Celrie - a little concession stand. Had she not already been full of far better food, the smells emanating from the stand would have been absolutely wondrous. When Celrie actually accepts a little of the sausage and gives it a try, Arcea stares, dumbfounded. Celrie...eating meat? Elves didn't eat meat.<br/><br/>Did they?<br/><br/>Nah.<br/><br/>Sure enough, Celrie turned to spit it out, pressing the last little bit of the sample into her own hand. Oh, so she'd been right after all. Meat was clearly not elf-food. In fact, what did elves eat? Fruits? Vegetables? In her minds eye, it's all too easy for Arcea to picture an entire herd of elves out in a grassy field, idly grazing on the foliage, using forks to wrap up the grass leaves and stuff it into their mouths. The image was an amusing one, and again, Arcea found herself chuckling softly - yeah, that sounded about right. Elves ate elf food. Which was clearly grass. Popping the little bit of sausage into her mouth, Arcea chewed casually for a few seconds before swallowing, adding just that little bit more to her already enormous dinner "..Huh. Elk. Rat. Eeeh...few other things in there I can't figure out. Pretty decent."<br/><br/>Again, Arcea settled alongside Celrie, nodding towards the tent in the distance "Yeah, that'll be fine. Kinda interested to see what's going on in there, anyway. Maybe they'll be selling elf-food in there, and we can get you something to eat. What kinda grass do you like?" It was difficult to tell if Arcea was joking or being serious, her demeanor not changing in the slightest, not even the most subtle curling of her muzzle to indicate her holding back a laugh.<br/><br/>She...wasn't being serious, right?<br/><br/>Or was she?<br/><br/>Stepping into the tent, Arcea is a little taken aback by the sight of Trinara standing in front of the projector. It had been some time since she'd actually spoken with the catgirl, despite being on the same train with her on the way here. A pity, given how close they used to be when they were younger. Turning to Celrie, Arcea leans in closely, eyes widen as she watches the show 'What do you think is going on up there? Some kinda...thought reader or somethin'? I know her, she's an old, old friend of mine....we grew up together. Haven't seen a lot of her recently, though. We used to wrestle. She's got...really strong legs, I'll give her that. Big appetite. Wonder if that's what this whole thing is about?" She says, waving her hand at the strange projector the bat was running "Her name is Trinara. You'd like her. Wonder what convinced her to get up in front of that thing?"