Dannekoon lets out a soft but clearly audible murr, and murr which carried a hot and humid breath as it emanated from his nostrils and mouth, but of course mainly his mouth. The tongue started off slow, as if the tongue itself was trying to get the little one to submit to it's own will, as if it had a mind of it's owned and just wanted to break the micro down to the lowest level possible. It continued with this for a few minutes, always being accompanied with the unusually cute sounds he dragon made.<br/><br/>Then it began intensifying it's actions, not at all to imply it's actions were not intense at all. The tongue moved in close and soon his whole body was being met with the thicker parts of the tongue. This was not soft and gentle like the tongue tip, it was tough, textured and didn't of course shy away from giving the little one a dose of rough treatment as is pretty much engulfed his body.<br/><br/>The dragon let go of his prey as now he was being held fully by the tongue and it twisted around him and tightened, TIGHT. What was more uncomfortable for his little one, the tightening and almost crushing grip of this strong, muscular organ slowly stripping him of his life, the horrid feel of the texture and the coating of saliva he received, or knowing that, in the end, he was going to meet a digestive end, going to take a long slide down a dragon's throat edging as the light slowly faded and away as he slid and landed on a pitch black room in a acidic pool.