<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Inside the Singing Donkey&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>The whiskey flows freely. The potent - yet decidedly tasty - stuff leaving quite the soothing warmth in the belly, though the burn that is leaves going down the throat is anything but pleasant. Being exported from the underdark - and from the dark gnomes, no less! - certainly makes the stuff quite an exotic brew. However, that brew seemed to be exactly what was needed now, to calm nerves and allow for a bit more clear thought (Or, in some cases, a bit less clear thought!). With the bottle half empty already, those who've had a decent portion of it will find the warmth in their bellies spreading to their fingers and toes, then soothingly embedding itself right in the deeper corners of their head.<br/><br/>The potent brew, however, likely does oh-so-very-little for Ureck, who seems to be on the spot. When he takes a glance at the fox, the relaxed creature lifts it's head to meet his gaze...and the expression on it's face is easily readable. Smugness. That, in itself, sets it apart from your average, less intelligent woodland fox. It's face (though by no means as expressionate as, say, the collie's), is surprizingly expressionate. Every little bit of that expression is sated hunger, and smugness. With a closer look, Ureck might even be able to see the faintest hints of a smirk curling the large fox's lips.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Despite the two swallows of liquid courage in Vincent, he is entirely taken aback by the rather flirtaceous advances of Lilium. The deeper redness on his already rosy cheeks hints at just a slight amount of embarrassment, but that embarrassment certainly does not prevent him from retrieveing the bottle of whiskey when Sherani relinquishes control over it, and pouring another glass for Lilium - this one full nearly to the brim!<br/><br/>"Well, Miss Mae...i do hear more stories'n'I care t'say...jus' - AHEM -" He clears his throat noisily, placing his balled up fist in front of his mouth for politeness' sake "Grangers ain't one of them. I do apologize. Wish i c'tell ye more."<br/><br/>The redness in Vincent's cheeks turns to a deep, practically glowing crimson when Lilium sultrily drags her fingertip along the underside of the man's chin "..Ahh, of course Lilium!" His politeness slips "Iffen I hear anythin', y'll be th'first t'know! I, ahh...don't guess..." His eyes travel around in more than a little embarrassment to the few assembled at the bar. Thankfully, it is Ureck that gives him an exit...though it does not look like he really wants one. Licking his suddenly chapped lips, he casts one more little look at Lilium - unable to keep his gaze from traveling just the slightest bit - then turns and begins to bluster about, righting tankards and bottles that had been upturned during the fight, and making a great showing of wiping off one little spot on the bar. Of course, the vigor with which he wipes that particular spot threatens to burn a hole in it if he does it for long.<br/><br/>He keeps his ears perked towards Ureck, more than eager to hear what the man had to say, despite busying himself with straightening. It was nice to take one's mind off of such events, at least for a little while "Eat'cha? Boy, spit it out! Noone'll be eatin' ya!" He nods his head in agreement to Sherani, before resuming his vicious scrubbing of the offending spot on the countertop.<br/><br/><br/>Rak's voice pipes up in Lilium's head, sounding quite smug<span style="font-style: italic">"My tail might elude me, but i bet i can catch yours!"</span>The large fox curls up comfortably, though his ears remain perked, his curiousity preventing him from just dozing off right there on the floor<span style="font-style: italic">"...And i *GUESS* you can have him. But only if i get to watch."</span>He chuckles softly in her head - oh, he did so love watching his master eat someone. Almost as much as he enjoyed doing it himself!<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Calia&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Desperation turns into panic.<br/><br/>The wild elf had seen EXACTLY what had happened when this half-giantess swallowed her partner. Even his heavy armor had not protected him from the vicious bath of digestive liquids that even now surround her body, soaking into her flesh and eagerly breaking her down into a nutrient base that was more easily absorbable by the skilled predator who was to be her end.<br/><br/>She'd often had little dreams of some big predator coming along and scooping her up, making her a part of them forever. However, those dreams and the actual reality of it were two entirely different things. Somehow, the reality was hurting just a bit more than it had in her pillows-and-clouds imagination.<br/><br/>Bracing her feet against the Sherakim's body one final time, she gives a vicious little push. The body does not so much as budge an inch. Her strength ebbing, the elf can do nothing else but frantically wrap her hands around the dagger, trying to find a hold to slice or stab her way out of this giantess' body, force her to throw her up - anything!<br/><br/>Yet, her body just does not seem to want to cooperate. She rears back her hand and gets ready for another stab, only to have the dagger slip from her suddenly-numb fingers. No - nonono! This could not be happening! Yet, it was. Calia's belly gurgles and rumbles loudly, the powerful muscular contractions pushing in on the wild elf's body from every side, forcing her against the body of the Sherakim that occupied her new little home. Her vicious fight for life begins to dwindle, and Calia's stomach is free to do with her what it wants. It begins by pretty much forcing her into a little ball, pressed right up alongside the Sherakim's body.<br/><br/>((Auto digest 1d6(4) + 6 = 10))<br/><br/>((Wild Elf has expired.<img alt=";)" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/>))<br/><br/>The sharp little pains of the dagger jabbing again Calia's insides, provide a temporary relief to the nausea that had been building inside of her. With one final little push against her belly, she feels the elf go still - just another meal to fuel the giantess' body, like so many others before her.<br/><br/>When the giantess begins to get to her feet, Mirana nods her head slowly "Yes...i'll be okay. Just...a bit hair-raising. How...um...how does it feel?" She asks, following in Calia's wake.