@Jori:  The cute mouseboi's eyes flash in terror for an instant, but before he can let out another plea he's silenced by the confines of your throat... he squeaks and cries and finally lands inside, wrapped up too tight to move, only able to whimper a little more, begging for his life with the air he has left.<br/><br/><br/>@Ome:  The Firin' Oziran turns quickly, but still much slower than you, his eyes flashing hungrily, his reptilian maw spread into a wide smile, snapping desperately as you pass as he's realized he'd lost his footing to you - and likely the match.  But slow as his body is - still faster than anyone in the arena but yourself and the dragoness - his neck cranes and his jaws clap after you - a split second deciding whether you'll have the adoration of them all - or spend the next few days fattening his sexy lizard/human hips, and having naught to talk to but the silver haired beauty lost to his appetite already... will our heroine make it?<br/><br/><br/>@KavenBach:  Sam tosses his hair back and sets it out of his eyes.  "I certainly will.  It won't be too long, let's just get somewhere safe and discreet.  And don't... don't worry.  I'm not gonna leave you guys.  It's about time I took up a better calling than being a janitor.  I trust you wouldn't mind the company of a newly-christened knight errant?" He motions you both out through the streets further into the bounds of Velle.  "Also, I think we need to get some local threads when the sun comes up." He sighs.  "I always liked Velle robes.  Looks like the kinda stuff angels would wear?"<br/><br/>Tim bows his head in shame.  "I... I never thought... I mean, they like being me now.  Every one of them are still alive in me - not metaphorically - I mean, like, they're here." He swallows.  "Santi... would it ever be possible to get you to trust me?  I'll never swallow another person so long as I live if that's what you want..." He asks in several voices, some male, some female, at once, looking away with longing.<br/><br/>Before you. after blocks of walking, is a short, dingy, two story motel with a flickering neon vacancy...<br/><br/><br/>@Chirouso:  James nods over and takes a deep breath, starting in on each room one by one.  "I'm not picking up any major living signatures besides ours... but that doesn't mean anything.  Undead, masking, anything could be.  Clear." He says coming out of the back room.<br/><br/>"Clear!" Your resident sassy avian calls from a bathroom, moving on.  It's sweet smelling now, mellow and musky, with the scent of pinewood that the walls are so pleasantly lined with, and they seem more fresh, more renewed with each flicker of the lights above.<br/><br/>"All good down here." The professor returns after a moment.  "Let's find a place to sleep up there... we should all share one room if we can.  Maybe move a few mattresses in.  It'll be safer." He starts up and stops on the first step as he was taken aback a deep, rich growling... as though that of a stomach or a great beast with a sore throat.