<span style="font-weight: bold">for Caronna</span><br/><br/>Caronna's dripping, drooling mouth closes over the swordsman's head, her throat rippling its irresistible invitation... and soon enough, its sucking him up and into it and down her oesophagus. He tastes good, good... and as her tongue searches and strips him of his weapons, she has plenty of opportunity to savor it.<br/><br/>His screams and struggles redouble, as she casually announces her intention to digest him into mush... as do those of his comrade already in her stomach. Futile, futile. There is no escape... not for about forty-five minutes, anyway... with the digestive belly gurgling its way into life beneath them...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">for Valeani</span><br/><br/>Valeani pounces on her opponent, pinning him, his struggles no match for the power of her arm's headlock, the weight of her gurgling belly, only serving to stir her pleased purring. She can taste his fear... and it seasons him delectably. “If you eat me, you'll never find it,” he snaps back in his terror... its almost laughably unbelieveable. It doesn't seem like he has any idea where it is in the library... you're just going to have to search for it yourselves. At least you won't have to do it on an empty stomach...<br/><br/>[OOC: Hmm... I was probably a bit gunshy because of what happened to Misha. In retrospect, I should've probably made the kraken a giant mermaid... in fact, vore is probably a lot more fun when done by sentients, generally, so... yeah, I might make that a guideline in future.<br/><br/>Despite the poor weather, flight makes one-by-one evacuation to the Swiftwind relatively straightforward... and in the distance, you can just see her rounding the headling, drawn by the beacon of the burning mansion...]