<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;">Since I'm pretty sure Eruin and Rea will be going last in combat, combative actions take place at the appropriate times! Figured it would be easier to get the numbers up now, though.</div></div></div><br/><br/>It was not the raiders that Eruin's eyes initially alighted on. Instead, it was the squirrelboy, dashing across the deck to a pair of lapines who, seemingly, were too frozen in fear to even move. The sight made him shake his head slowly in dissapointment - they refused to budge. Too scared. Too weak. Whatever the case, they should be left there - if they couldn't move on their own power, then they were not worthy of being saved. It was natural selection - the way the world worked. Were those two out in the wild, they'd have been filling someone or something's belly within hours. Yet, here? They couldn't pull their own weight to save their own lives...and they were being protected.<br/><br/>The thought was a foreign one to him. Those who'd made it below deck on their own - he could understand protecting those. Yet, these, who were obviously weak, or stubborn, or just ignorant..<br/><br/>Why could he not wrap the thought around his head? City dwellers...so strange...<br/><br/>Shaking his head slowly, he turns his attention back to the boarding party - so. These were to be their opponents? A quick glance of what would soon be their battlefield left a somewhat bitter taste in his mouth - they were outnumbered by the pirates. Not badly, but badly enough to make those numbers count. He had no idea what the capabilities were of those who had chosen themselves to stay and fight.<br/><br/>Theron seemed more than eager to confront them in melee, or perhaps with the strange little vial he'd drawn from his pocket. Given the somewhat thick looking vest on his chest and back, he could only assume the canine was more of a up-close-and-personal combatant.<br/><br/>Alyssa...well, she'd said she was a scholar, yet he'd clearly seen her cast some sort of strange spell - one he could not precisely place. Perhaps she did have some measure of fighting capabilities, after all - he didn't know.<br/><br/>Then, there was the catgirl, standing in the back. Just that single look at her face, the touch of her body through those thick robes had made his heart jump. Even now, with battle looming before them, he couldn't get that beautiful vision of her pretty eyes out of his head. Of the sweetness of her voice...<br/><br/>"Eruin? What the heck are you doing?"<br/><br/>Rea's voice snaps the wolf out of his thoughts, his eyes seeming to refocus on the present - and a rather concerned looking she-wolf that was gazing over her shoulder at him "Um.." He lied, his eyes finally making their way to the raiding party "Was...thinking of a plan."<br/><br/>Rea looked unconvinced. Yet, she let it slide - their lives were on the line, at least for the moment. Without Eruin's head in the game, though...things were going to get much worse, much quicker than they'd get better. Gazing across the motley crew of vandals that had stormed the ship, Rea immediently begins to pick apart their weapons. Axe, bow, blades...<br/><br/>Nothing she hadn’t faced before. Nothing Eruin hadn’t faced before, either – sometimes, en masse. However, this was different. Always before, they’d had the ‘home turf’ advantage. Here? The ship was foreign. Her feet felt slick against the decking, and the way the boat swayed on the surf was unnerving at best. Yet, with Eruin there…she couldn’t be scared…<br/><br/>“What’s the plan?” Came the she-wolf’s voice, no longer concerned about hiding the fact she could speak, or was just a bit more intelligent than she let on.<br/><br/>“Hrm. Well, I say we make a couple disappear. I’m starving…” Almost as if on cue, his stomach growled softly – it HAD been nearly a day since they’d last stopped to eat. And well over a week since they’d enjoyed something that wasn’t just…rations. Even HE had trouble surviving on that stuff – Rea, at twice his size and four times his weight…well, he could only imagine just how hungry she was as well.<br/><br/>Judging by the excited little shiver that coursed through the tough, wolven body beneath him….he’d said exactly what she wanted to hear.<br/><br/>Licking her suddenly salivating chops, Rea dances back and forth excitedly, her eyes shifting around the deck to the members of the small raiding party “Mmmm…yes…okay, um… I get…the ratling! Totally.”<br/><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;">Initiative, 1d20(1) – 1 = …</div></div></div><br/><br/>“What? No way. The ratling is mine. So is the weasel.” Ratlings…something about rodentine prey made Eruin’s mouth water. Likely because it was what he’d hunted when he was just a young wolf – well up until he was seven or eight years old. Of course, THOSE rats and mice had been of the four legged, scurrying variety…still, despite being bigger and far more squirmy, the feel was the same.<br/><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;">Initiative, 1d20(1) – 2…</div></div></div><br/><br/>“Why do you get the rat AND the weasel?”  Rea looks over her shoulder at the wolf mounted on her back, making a bit of a face “I want the weasel. And the Rat. And the gnoll, too.”<br/><br/>Eruin stares back incredulously “All three? You pig!! You can’t be THAT hungry.”<br/><br/>“Wanna bet?” Comes the all too familiar reply.<br/><br/>“Yeah, well..” Both Eruin and Rea’s attention shift from each other, to the gnoll…as he most likely goes flying off of the ship. Well, there went ONE meal.<br/><br/>“…..”<br/><br/>“…..”<br/><br/>“…..Um…well, I don’t want the gnoll anymore. I meant the Tigress is who I wanted..”<br/><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;">Initiative…. 1d20(1) –</div></div></div><br/><br/>“The tigress?!” Eruin shakes his head slowly back and forth – she was covered in armor! “Why in the heck would you want to eat her? You couldn’t even taste her on the way down.”<br/><br/>Rea shoots back, her tongue once more rolling across her lips hungrily “Oh, I bet I could. Look at her, she looks delicious. So, the rat, the wolf, the weasel, and the tigress are mine.” She says matter of factly, nodding her head like that was the ‘final say’.<br/><br/>“Oh, like hell. Pick ONE, and you can have that one. If you finish up with THAT one, you can have another.” Eruin gives the overly piggy she-wolf a sharp little tug on her ear, elicting a soft growl of annoyance from her throat.<br/><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;">*Sighs* Initiative 1d20(1) – 4….</div></div></div><br/><br/>“Hey, I’m hungry. I’m not some little pipsqueak like you – I actually NEED to eat. I have six hundred pounds of beauty-“<br/><br/>“Well over a thousand, and you know it.”<br/><br/>“A THOUSAND?! I DO NOT WEIGH THAT MUCH!” Rea’s tail whisks about in anger, which only elicts a soft chuckle of mirth from Eruin’s muzzle “You know you do. And if you eat two more? Guess what – add another four hundred pounds to that.”<br/><br/>“….Fine. One. The weasel. He looks tasty. But, If I finish with him, I’m so going for seconds. I’m starving.” Finally, the plan seemed to be formed. Tentatively.<br/><br/>“Rat-girl is mine. Mmm…looks delicious…” Eruin can’t help but lick his lips again, gazing at the white-furred rat-girl. Despite that annoying armor…how utterly delicious she looked. His growling stomach sends another little pang of hunger throughout his body. Time for action.<br/><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;">*Eyes the two warily* ….Initiative… 1d20(1) – 6 = *Pauses, eyeing them….* -5. Yeah, thanks for wasting time, guys.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Arguing aside…both Eruin and Rea knew exactly how to fight. How to work in perfect cohesion, how to work as a pack – albeit, a small one. Neutralize one target, and let Eruin go after the other.<br/><br/>Eruin hated it – this form felt weak…it felt unnatural to hunt like this. Yet, he dared not risk showing his ‘other’ side here. Not when he didn’t know who was who...he wouldn’t screw this up. Not on the first day. He’d just have to make use of his other abilities, those granted by nature itself – and nature was giving, to those who cared for it…<br/><br/>“Now!” Rea lunges forwards in a full-on run towards the unfortunate male weasel who’d been chosen as her next meal.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Elvin’ Predatoria!”</span>Eruin shouts, working his fingers in complicated gestures. Motioning towards the ratgirl some thirty paces away, he releases the energy of his spell…causing a soft, white glow to surround her body for a moment....then slooowly sink into her head.<br/><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;">Eruin casts ‘Food Chain’ on Estera. She must make a DC 19 will save, or suffer -4 to grapple/vore/escape artist checks against Eruin.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> If the spell is successful…</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;">As the spell begins to take hold, Estera could likely begin to feel the fear, the terror, of knowing a predator was bearing down on you. That predator…Eruin. For some reason, even Rea, well over double his size, simply no longer seemed as intimidating. The look of hunger in his eyes, the way those sharp teeth glistened dangerously, ready to sink into her flesh and send her body squirming down his throat…<br/><br/>Even his belly, which would happily digest her squirming body…he seemed like the perfect predator. For some reason, her head felt foggy, her muscles numb with terror…<br/><br/>Exactly as Eruin wanted. Now…time for lunch.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Rea knew how to hunt. She might not be the best at stalking her prey, and by no means was she the best at picking up trails or even seeing where they were. Yet, when she HAD zeroed In on  her prey…she knew EXACTLY what to do. First thing was first – drop them. After all – prey didn’t fight back as effectively on the ground as it did when it was standing, able to move about freely.<br/><br/>Growling hungrily, Rea charges the Weaselfolk, her fur bristled and head lowered. Where any other canine might have made a killing lunge for the throat or head, though…Rea’s tactics were far different. As soon as she reaches the Weasel, her head drops almost to the ground, her jaws shooting forwards and snapping shut loudly around his knees and lower thighs. Her teeth, magically sharpened, sink into his flesh and take hold – and with a vicious, backwards yank, she tries to jerk the male weasel’s feet right out from under him, sending him – on his back – to the deck.<br/><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;">Rea’s bite attempt – 1d20 (9) + 18, +4(Magic fang) = 31. Hit!</div></div></div><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;">Bite damage – 1d8(1) + 14 (+4 Magic fang) = <span style="font-weight: bold">19 damage </span>.</div></div></div><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;">Trip attempt – 1d20(13) + 17 = 30. Noel must make a DC 30 Strength or Dexterity check, or fall prone</div></div></div><br/><br/>The look of her massive jaws, the way her teeth glistened, even the look of hunger in her eyes…Rea’s fury was a terrible sight to behold. Jaws that could engulf half of your body in a single chomp…a throat more than large and eager enough to send even the most squirmy of meals down…<br/><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;">Noel must make a DC 23 Will save, or be shaken for 1d6(<span style="font-weight: bold">5</span>) rounds, from Rea’s ‘Terrible Jaws’. Shaken imposes a -2 penalty to attacks, escape checks, saves, skill checks, if I’m not mistaken.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Now, came the fun part. For Rea anyway – Noel would likely find this the least fun part of his raiding career.<br/><br/>Curling her tongue around Noel’s ankles, the experienced she-wolf jerks his legs together. This was not the first time she’d devoured a two-legger…and, most likely, it would not be the last. The taste of his body immediently assaults her tongue. The faint, tangy taste of blood from her bone-crushing bite, the utterly delicious taste of his fur and the soft, vulnerable flesh beneath. Her jaws salivate heavily, her tongue eagerly working across his ankles and knees, positioning them perfectly in line with her throat….<br/><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;">Improved Chomp – Noel must make a DC 1d20(14) + 24 = <span style="font-weight: bold">38</span> grapple check, or be grappled by Rea.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> If he fails… </span><br/><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;">Rea’s jaws were like a vice. Her teeth no longer dug into his flesh – no, she loved her meals alive and squirming when they went down. Yet, those enormous, razor-like teeth hold him in her vice-like jaws, locking into his clothing and armor to prevent him from squirming his way free. Now, there was only one way to go – and that was down the eager throat of the enormous, starving she-wolf who’d chosen him as her next meal.<br/><br/>Flexing her jaws, she firmly wraps her tongue around his feet, shivering in anticipation and predatory delight as she feels them tickle the roof of her mouth…and then, the top of her throat. He was perfectly in position – once she started…he was going to have one heck of a hard time…<br/><br/>( Rea uses ‘Voracious’ to make another vore action at her highest base.)<br/>(Ingest attempt – 1d20(12) + 26 +2 (Noel’s injury penalty) = <span style="font-weight: bold">40</span>. Noel must make a DC 40 grapple check, or be ingested by Rea)<br/>(Rea’s AC while devouring drops by 3, except against Noel)</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> If Rea’s ingest attempt is successful…</span><br/><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;">Rea’s jaws lunge forwards, her teeth opening up in a massive snap that engulfs Noel fully up to his waist. In that single, smooth motion, Rea feels the squirming male weasel’s feet slide into the incredibly tight, constrictive tunnel of her throat. That slimy, slick passage ripples hungrily, tightening around his feet and legs, pulling him ever closer to the hungry she-wolfs eagerly (and now loudly) growling stomach. <br/><br/>Despite the battle, despite the fact there were still a half-dozen pirates here ready to kill all of them…she couldn’t help but shiver. The feeling of living, squirming prey pressing into your throat, the taste of their body as they struggled for life, to not become your food..very little else elicted such pleasure in the big wolfess. Her tongue scoops beneath Noel’s rear, lifting him partially into the air…and within a matter of seconds, he finds himself positioned straight up over the wolf’s body, practically’ standing’ in her throat. Tilting her head back fully, she gulps hungrily, eagerly, her powerful throat muscles squeezing and coaxing him ever-further into the tight, fleshy confines of her throat.<br/><br/>Another tremble of utter bliss passes through her body – she was so hungry. So ready for this…and now, her next meal was on it’s way. Just the perfect size – enough to fill her stomach perfectly. <br/><br/>Another powerful swallow, and Noel would suddenly find himself buried up to his chest in the wolf’s powerful jaws, her tongue washing eagerly across his neck and face, lapping up his flavor, absorbing his taste as she tried so desperately to turn him into nothing more than a meal to fill her empty, growling belly. If he didn’t do something, and fast…he’d become just that…</div></div></div><br/><br/>Eruin finally springs into action – Rea, hopefully, had the weasel under control. Now, it was time for him to get to his prey – the ratling. Jumping to his feet on Rea’s back, he takes a single second to balance himself…then, takes off at a run. Running across her neck, he places a food squarely in the center of her head, and pushes off – leaping into the air, and right past the weasel that was now in a battle for his life.<br/><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;">If Noel is NOT grappled, he gets an attack of opportunity against Eruin.</div></div></div><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;">Quick Dismount attempt – 1d20(4) + 11 = 15. Success!</div></div></div><br/><br/>Eruin hits the deck in a roll, coming to his feet just behind the small battle between a hungry wolf and – most likely – a scared weasel behind him, his emerald green eyes locked on the white-furred female ratling just two dozen paces away from him. She looked utterly delicious. Much like Rea’s tentacles, his own remain folded almost entirely against his back, squirming and ready to attack – but held at bay by the will of their creators.<br/><br/>Eruin, for that single brief moment, simply meets the ratling’s gaze. She looked utterly delicious…by the gods, how long had it been since he’d last had a meal worth mentioning. A week? Two? Had they really been on the road that long to reach the boat..?<br/><br/>Now, the prospect of filling his empty belly sent shivers down his spine. The softness of her fur, the naked, whippy tail…oh, how badly he wanted to taste each as she slid down his throat…<br/><br/>Gazing into her eyes, Eruin licks lips hungrily, placing a hand across his suddenly-empty-feeling belly. It felt like he’d not eaten in weeks – and though he despised hunting in this form…well…he was certainly going to try to rectify that. With ratling.<br/><br/>Dropping into a low crouch, Eruin advances, his tail whipping back and forth anxiously.<br/><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;">Move action – Eruin advances to within 10 feet of Estera, staying just out of range of melee</div></div></div><br/><br/>Now, almost face to face with the ratling, Eruin gazes at her, his arms spread out to his side, tail flicking back and forth in excitement and anxiousness “…Don’t you look delicious. What say you make this easy for me, and give yourself up willingly. I promise – I’ll be gentle if you do.” A faint smirk creases his muzzle – it wouldn’t work, he knew…but, maybe it would throw her off guard just enough for him to find an opening…<br/><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;">Last spoiler, I promise!! &gt;_&lt; <br/><br/>Eruins current AC - 21<br/>Rea's current AC - (Due to Eruin moving more than 5 feet from her space) - 20<br/><br/>Eruin's current HP/Belly HP (Due to bite of the wereboar) - 96(72)/32<br/>Rea's current HP/Belly HP - 67/37</div></div></div><br/><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;">...Okay, I lied. LAST SPOILER! Went back and edited in the +2 morale for Mirage's inspirational tune, since she does go before me.</div></div></div>