Well, if nothing else, at least she and the blackscale were sharing a Moment between women; at the sidelong, Xarces-filled grin, Alizome just rolls her eyes as she feels the giant wolf's throat pulling her down. The lizardwoman hadn't found out how indigestible Xarces was, but she would, and far be it for this drooled-on elf to warn her. Her sword had barely nicked the wolf's nose, and since she was putting her hopes in dissuading it from swallowing her that spelled a short trip to a tight stomach for her. It's got far too good a grip on her for her to escape from, at least until she could get her bearings without teeth digging into her calves. Quickly after her strike goes awry, she feels the familiar warm, squishy embrace of a throat around her feet... and just sighs, tucking her arms and swords to her sides to make sure she could keep a grip.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mild talk about swallowing, inside-stomach action</span><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;">"Stupid pooch," she mutters as she sees the wolf's massive tail wagging behind its bulk. Being enjoyed did soothe her nerves a little, even if she might have preferred a wolf-man or a gnoll to a straight wolf. Everybody loved appreciation, after all, Alizome simply enjoyed a very different <span style="font-style: italic">sort</span> Still, tongues were tongues. She stayed as compact and easy to swallow as possible- what little hope she had hinged on that thing not simply chewing her to pieces and then swallowing her. Happily, it seemed her flavor was strong enough that the wolf didn't feel any need to kick her up with some blood from anywhere but her calves, and those are down its throat already. She lets herself fall into the wolf's grasp, twisting to not hit her head, as again she needed to be clear-minded for this even if others might prefer blissful unconsciousness for what was to come. Whether or not the gesture was appreciated wouldn't matter soon, since she was going to be doing things that were decidedly <span style="font-style: italic">not</span> appreciated. The wolf relies on its throat to pull her in and the swallowing muscles were more than strong enough, so coming out the way she came was going to present major issues and coming out any other way didn't seem like something she should strive for. That being the case, Alizome relaxes, not offering any real resistance to the hungry wolf as it savors its feast. She knows what's coming by the time the throat claims up to her thighs, but the brush of the wolf's rough tongue between her legs still draws the elf to squirm reflexively and grit her teeth, giving the Blackscale some amusement while she and her pet finish swallowing their respective meals. It passes soon- <span style="font-style: italic">too soon</span>, part of her mind wistfully thinks and mourns the lack of men or women willing to take their time about swallowing her. Hands get covered by the wolf's throat, pinning her in place, and soon that massive tongue starts caressing her chest. As well it should- there was plenty of fat there, lots of energy for the wolf. Again Alizome feels a combination of dull embarrassment at being eaten by a stupid animal and a slight warming inside her body at the slick, strong touch. It doesn't linger there, and soon her head rests on the tongue. It laps up and over, enjoying her taste one last time as Alizome adjusts to the stench of the wolf's breath, and then one more swallow pulls her head into the great beast's throat. She shuts her eyes, as they'd be no use inside, were vulnerable to acid, and the sight of light disappearing at the end of a fang-capped tunnel would simply distract her. The throat soon squeezes her into the wolf's stomach, and she finally comes to rest.<br/><br/>The wolf's heart was pounding with excitement at having such a large meal, and the thudding echoed through the wolf's body and its current hopefully temporary occupant. The stomach was bigger than she'd expected- the wolf's size was still throwing her off- but already her taste had prompted a pool of acid that she lay in, and the walls already began squeezing her eagerly. She could picture the wolf with a bulge weighing its stomach down almost to the floor, and its tail wagging more proudly at the feel of her body softening inside it. More unpleasant surprises- she could feel the itch and burn of acids digging into her back already, despite her tough hide. This creature had a very hungry stomach. That... wasn't good. Whenever she was swallowed, she had a few clocks to worry about. The first was simply running out of oxygen to keep resisting, and so she'd gasped in a lungful of the wolf's breath as she was pulled into its mouth. The second was melting, and her hide was tough enough that that was rarely her biggest problem. The third was simply being crushed into a pulp. The wolf's stomach reacted to its' meal's presence, and powerful muscles began crushing and kneading her inside the slimy sac- she keeps her emotions under check, but a real tingle of worry goes up her spine. This stomach was <span style="font-style: italic">strong</span>. She had... perhaps a half a minute before the stomach's contortions managed to hurt her enough to knock her out cold, not long after until it managed to break something that would kill her. After that, call it five minutes until she was nothing more than wolf fat and a pile of fertilizer outside teh holy temple. She wriggled around to place her back in the pile of acid, facing up at the bulk of the wolf, and quickly checked herself. She had until the first clock ran out to escape.<br/><br/>Novices thought you cut your way out of a stomach. That almost never worked; most predatory people and monsters had stomach walls and tough hides and bands of muscle there to prevent prey from escaping that way, and all you'd do was make the sated predator remember you with a bit of irritation for a few hours after it was done. No, what you wanted to do was stab a blade through the less protected side of the stomach and start hitting important organs. You wanted to persuade the monster not to keep you inside it, or failing that, directly persuade its body to eject you out of self preservation. Hence rolling onto her back in the churning stomach, and beginning to stab upwards. One blade turned on a rippling wall of muscle, but the other sank clean through and by the feel of it into something important. She grinned, keeping her mouth carefully shut, in the wet heat. A few more like that and it'd have to hork her up. Big as it was though, she figured it'd be about... oh, half a minute before she could do enough damage. And it'd be about a half a minute until she was knocked out cold. Not a great set of options. Maybe she should... after all, she knew she'd die by being digested. And the wolf's stomach didn't feel... as bad as it might, even with the strong acids and stronger walls. Was this the time? No- her allies were nearby, and in any case this thing didn't deserve her. The only question is if she won her own freedom or if she was rescued from her canine fate.</div></div></div><br/><br/>[[Attacking with both swords:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/137969">2x attack (internal)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2#1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">26</span>One miss, one crit,<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/137970">Crit Confirmation</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">25</span>Confirmed crit.<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/137971">Crit Damage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">7</span>damage. Not bad, not great. 5 acid resistance, incidentally. ]]