((Thanks! ^_^ Glad it was enjoyable! I also know from the description of the fly spell this is not technically how it works...but I like the 'flavor' of it, so to speak. x3 ))<br/><br/>Misha's 'wingtip' of approval in her direction is met with one from Ryla. Of course, being the not-quite-the-born-with-it flyer that Ryla was, the little aerial manuvre briefly upsets the delicate balance of her center of gravity, and she nearly tumbles out of the sky as a result.  A few rapid, panicky flaps later, the kitsune seems to have restabilized herself back to a comfortable level, and flaps a few more times to get a little more distance between herself and the ground below.<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Going to stick about 30-60 feet kinda 'angled' away from the fight above everyone!</div></div></div><br/><br/>Despite the rather solid blow that had been struck to her poor tummy, one that would likely leave a nasty bruise later, Ryla cannot help but cradle her full belly in her arms, squeezing the tightly-packed bulge lovingly. She'd missed this sensation, the feeling of such a wonderously full stomach, and though she'd not gotten to savor the delicious woman as long as she'd have liked, her taste still lingered on her tongue, and she felt so absolutely PERFECT sitting in the hot, tight embrace of her eagerly churning belly. With a drawn-out 'Mmmmm', she licks her lips to gather up the last bits of the delectable woman's flavor, her large, furry ears perking at the surprised voice emanating from inside of her.<br/><br/>Giggling sweetly, Ryla trails her fingertips over the vague outline the woman made in the tightly stretched skin of her tummy, amusement coloring her voice "Release you? Now why would I do that?! You were DELICIOUS! Mmm....nah. I think you can stay RIGHT where you are until I finish digesting you!" Her own tease sends a little tremble of predatory pleasure trickling up her spine, her numerous tails swishing back and forth behind her happily. Oh yes, she'd missed this, so very much. Even the TEASING of her food was delightful, almost as enjoyable as eating them in the first place. The woman's pleasant struggles send another pleasure-filled tingle of pleasure surgeing through Ryla's body, drawing another longer, louder moan in it's wake 'Mmmmmmm....'<br/><br/>Trying to take her attention off the digesting woman in her stomach for a few seconds (a feat of willpower, in and of itself), Ryla surveys the battlefield below, watching the unfolding battle with wide eyes. Valeani was already wolfing down her SECOND helping, and Ryla couldn't help but watch almost enviously as the woman disappeared beyond the feline's enlongated fangs, stuffed into her bulging tummy by a multitude of rapid swallows. It was a feat Ryla herself would never have been able to master - she was not physically imposing enough to FORCE someone down her throat so quickly. No, she had to rely on guile or outright trickery, but...<br/><br/>Again, she gives her stomach a satisfied pat.<br/><br/>...But, it worked, she supposed.  Still, watching the feline in action was almost hypnotic, and Ryla briefly considers swooping down on the final soldier before they have a chance to harm the full-tummied kittygirl.<br/><br/>Misha's own flashy fireshow actually draws a 'Awww, that's so cool' from Ryla, though with the commotion below, it might entirely be lost. Magic....augh, it's what she wanted to do soooo badly. Now, even her staff was broken. Not that it really<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>anything, but it at least made her LOOK like she could use magic, and she had enough little trinkets to at least be able to simulate the effect. Still, it wasn't true magic, not like firing freaking STREAMS OF FIRE from the tips of her fingers (Or in Misha's case, wings or talons or mouth or...wherever it came from!).<br/><br/>Linda's own magical show leaves Ryla's jaw dropping open in shock. TWO magic users?! That was just unfair. It was like fate itself was taunting her, and as the naga's hair SWEEPS forwards to wrap up an opponent, Ryla can do little but just...gawk. Awww....<br/><br/>...Magic was so cool...<br/><br/>Rather than focusing on all the super cool magic things that she COULDN'T do, Ryla turns her attention back to her tummy, drumming her fingertips on the vague outline that could only be Odette's head. There was still the matter of the woman's own full tummy, and the familiar voice she'd heard from inside...maybe, just maybe, it was her imagination. After all, it made much more sense that it was a maid she'd eaten. After all, there were two who'd just gotten...unfortunately killed by the thugs below...<br/><br/>"Ahhh...well, I don't think your friends will be saving you. Looks like you and my tummy have a nice, long while to get acquainted! Unless, of course, you want to make a deal..." Once more drumming her fingertips against the Odette-bulge in her belly, Ryla begins to lazily circle the battlefield, keeping an eye out just to make sure none of the brigands got away "You cough up that pretty little maid I bet you ate...and I'll cough you up as well. Oh. Also,  you'll be handing over all your money. Gems. Rings. Bracelets. Y'know, the good stuff. Then, I'll let you out. Hrrrrm....then we'll discuss what you'll do for ME after that." It was a lie, of course. There was no way that delicious woman was going to be finding her way out of her tummy until she was a nice, thick mush...but, if putting a little fear into her worked, it worked.<br/><br/>((Ryla is trying to about half-way intimidate the woman into coughing up what she supposes is a 'maid'. Buried not only under her own tummy, but under Odettes, I doubt Ryla can super easily distinguish Xarces' voice, unless he's yelling.<br/><br/>My intimidate check is...<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/255678">Totally lying to Odette</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+14</span><span style="font-weight: bold">25</span>It's the exact same roll if you want to consider it bluffing instead! ^_^ ))<br/><br/>((Digestion stuff below!))<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Inside the hot, tight embrace of Ryla's stomach, Odette feels the kitsune's shifting weight as she flies around not so much because of any shift of gravity around her, but from the loud <span style="font-style: italic">slosh</span> sound of the mostly-liquified human in which she sat, and the sensation of that liquid shiftin from one side of the stomach to the other. It was a pretty vivid picture of just what exactly would happen to her in a few hours time, if she didn't either find her way out of the kitsune's belly, or accepted her deal and parted with pretty much everything of value that she possessed. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Grrrrggggleeee....</span> <br/><br/>The soft, eager sound of the stomach around her already starting to process her down into food for the hungry kitsune's body was chilling, yet at the same time, the foxgirl's stomach didn't have any of the immense crushing force one might have expected, nor were her stomach acids particularly potent. That, though, was not a blessing in disguise - it simply meant Odette had a long, long night of digestion ahead of her before the kitsune's stomach finally claimed her.<br/><br/>The faint burn of stomach enymzes and acids, even diluted by the 'soupy' contents of Ryla's stomach, begins to grow stronger and stronger, turning from a light itch into a rather noticable burn, spreading across every inch of Odette's soft flesh that lay submerged in the unpleasant pool in which she sat.</div></div></div><br/><br/>(Odette takes...<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/255683">More Churn!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6+1</span><span style="font-weight: bold">2</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/255682">More gurgle!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">2</span><br/><br/>A total of<span style="font-weight: bold"> 4 digestion damage </span>)<br/><br/>Circling lazily overhead, Ryla continues to cradle her nice, full tummy, listening to the eager gurgling coming from inside as she simply watches the battle below, simply waiting on someone to either overwhelm one of her allies, or make a run for it. Otherwise, her group could clean them up, she was confident of that. Perhaps most interesting, though, was...well, how very little ATTENTION the emerald claw soldiers below were paying her. Actually, even Misha and Linda and Valeani didn't once glance in her direction, an oddity that....well, got her to thinking. She HAD felt...something strange, very briefly, from inside of her tummy. Was she...hidden somehow?! Patting a hand on her stomach, she calls - a little louder than she really needed to - "Hey! What'd you do in there?! Do yo-"....wait. Was the girl a MAGE?! Or, better yet, have MAGICAL ITEMS?! If she was a mage, maybe digesting her would actually grant her the powers she, by racial right, should already have! If not, well...magical things to let her SIMULATE what she should be able to do would be every bit as good "...MAGIC! Oooooohhh....digesting a mage...that's likely EXACTLY what I need. Okay, so...you're going to give me all your gold, AND all your magic items, AND cough up the maid...THEN we'll see about letting you out."<br/><br/><br/>((Ryla is just going to kinda watch things from overhead. ^_^ If one of the Emerald Claws makes a run for it, she'll swoop down on them and try to glomp them. x3 Or, if anyone else ends up getting overwhelm and flanked or anything like that ,then I'll go help! Otherwise, I don't wanna get too greedy, and I'll just let them have the others!<br/><br/>Just in case an emerald claw ends up running, though, or someone needs help....<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/255684">Swoop of doom!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+13</span><span style="font-weight: bold">27</span><br/><br/>Attack roll of 27! I don't know if I actually KNOW I'm invisible, so I'll assume no. Which is fun! x3<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/255685">Grapple to gulp!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+23</span><span style="font-weight: bold">28</span><br/><br/>If I manage to hit, I'll be doing another 'Backbiter' to swallow them! ^_^ Grapple roll of<span style="font-weight: bold">28</span><br/><br/>If I manage to grapple them...<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/255686">NOM!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+25</span><span style="font-weight: bold">39</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> 39 to swallow! </span><br/><br/>This is all according to if anyone ends up getting flanked or an enemy tries to run! It'll stuff me to my limit and I'll take some overstuffing penalities, but I'm okay with that. x3 ))<br/><br/><br/><br/>[Stats]<br/><br/>Armor Class - 28<br/>Flat Footed - 19<br/>Touch - 19<br/>Current HP - 35/42<br/>CMD vs Odette escaping - 27 (This will go up to 31 and 35 when she gets to 1/3 and 2/3 her HP from the stacking bonuses of Predatory instinct and tight tummy!)