{This will make a lot more sense once you've read Alyssa's extended backstory. Conveniently, I've included part 1 below<img alt=":D" src="./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" title="Very Happy"/>}<br/>{Also, an updated character sheet (mostly fluff changes), because I apparently suck at doing my homework<img alt="^^;" src="./images/smilies/sweatdrop.gif" title="Sweat drop"/>}<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">So beautiful...</span>Alyssa gazes raptly at Auralia as she performs her duty, thrilling at every peristaltic motion of the angel's throat as she draws Leska ever-further into her expanding belly. She's realizes she's staring; but she can't tear herself away; Auralia is positively radiant, her eyes bright with determination...<br/><br/>Her toned and muscular limbs wrapped tightly around the drider...<br/><br/>Her golden hair flowing like a river down her back...<br/><br/>Her wings flapping as she devours her meal...<br/><br/>Her prey-filled stomach bulging lewdly outward...<br/><br/>Alyssa feels like her body is on fire, her head swimming as the image of Auralia wavers in and out of focus. Through her blurred vision, the angel reminds her another otherwordly being she once encountered: tall, blonde, and beautiful, with leathery wings and eyes full of predatory hunger... Alyssa squeezes her eyes shut, trying to banish the terrible image, but it has already burned itself into her mind's eye. Her chest feels tight; she inhales sharply, nearly chokes as the thick odor of burning spices assaults her nostrils. Nearly vomits as she realizes it's coming from<span style="font-style: italic">her.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Not now... Please, you mustn't come out now!</span>Not daring to breath lest her own scent overwhelm her, Alyssa mouths a silent prayer to Saint Rubin, clutching the pendants dangling from her neck as she forces the visage of that terrible woman from her mind. Only when she is certain the vision has passed does she dare to open her eyes, breathing deeply of the mercifully odorless air before sighing in relief . Auralia is still hard at work ingesting the drider, but she quickly averts her eyes; she has no desire of triggering another vision.