<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Ureck and Sherani&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Sheera struggles against the vice-lip grip of the Tigress, but despite her best efforts, cannot seem to squirm her way free.<br/><br/>A pitiful whimper escapes her lips as Sherani adjusts her hold, her jaws opening wide, ready to engulf the heavily wounded Coyote...<br/><br/>Then, Ureck's blade presses against the back of Sheera's neck, his surprizingly soft words giving her the slightest hope for survival.<br/><br/>She moves not a muscle, save for the slightest shift on her head to peer into Ureck's eyes. She was scared - that much was for certain. A major departure from the 'big bad predator' act she'd been putting on less than a minute before.<br/><br/>"I...Information...and...?" He'd let her go?! Her life would be spared for just a bit of information? Right now, she'd tell them both her life story if they'd just release her. Whilst she had no problem in dealing out death, when her own life was in danger...well, she certainly had the will to live.<br/><br/>"I'll tell you everything i know! I-YIPE!"<br/><br/>Sherani roughly wrenches Sheera's armed behind her back, one knee in the back of the coyote's legs forcing her onto her knees on the cool, wooden floor of the tavern. Her blood runs cold at Sherani's words "Find someone else to work over."<br/><br/>No!<br/><br/>Sheera instantly begins to fight again, but Sherani's strong grasp and favorable position do very little to aid the utterly terrified coyote-girl. She yipes softly as Sherani roughly grabs her by the back of the neck, and pulls her head back, forcing her to look up into her death - the tooth-filled, glistening maw of the tigress.<br/><br/>The look on Sheera's face was one of pure, heart-stopping terror. Perhaps her imagination was not as over-active as she had hoped...as it looks like she might very well be the prey she had just imagined herself to be.<br/><br/>The wide, terrified eyes stare upwards into the open mouth of the tigress, her eyes taking in everything at once. Those sharp, glistening fangs. The eager, curling tongue - ready to taste the fur and flesh of the coyote-girl as she was sent on a one-way trip into the Tigress' stomach. Her palate, which even now had a small strand of drool hanging down to her tongue. Beyond that...the inky blackness of her throat, a tunnel of rippling muscle that would make short work of the coyote if she didn't do something - and quickly.<br/><br/>"No..No!...Please don-Mmprrphh!" Her protests are cut off in a handful of muffled words as Sherani's maw fits down over her muzzle, clamping it shut. She begins to struggle immediently - but there is so very little she can do. With her arms wrenched behind her, on her knees...she didn't have even the slightest bit of leverage to jerk herself away from the Shifter. She was trapped, pure and simple.<br/><br/>Sherani's mouth practically *EXPLODES* with flavor. The tigress has had plenty of prey before, but few, if any, had such a deliciously sweet taste to them. Her fur tasted sweet, her sweat was deliciously salty - even the normally tangy taste of her blood was just slightly sweeter than one might have expected. Her armor would likely leave plenty to be desired, but the taste of her body was nothing short of magical. (Likely hinting at a Nutrion).<br/><br/>With that explosion of flavor comes the desperate squirms of the Coyotegirl, her shoulders jerking rapidly back and forth as she tried to free herself from this shifter who was treating her as prey! Her heart hammers in her chest, her frantic movements doing little more than further exhausting her - something that loss of blood and the fight itself had already done in spades.<br/><br/>When her muzzle presses into the Tigress' throat, she yelps loudly, her knees starting to push against the floor, trying to get to her feet - yet all that does is only further aid Sherani's ingestion of the unfortunate Canine. Her voice, heavily muffled by the slick, rippling flesh pressing in around her muzzle, calls frantically from inside of Sherani's neck, bulging with the faint outline of the Canine's head "LET ME GO YOU BITCH!!"<br/><br/>Sherani had little intentions of that, however.<br/><br/>When Sherani's jaws reach the Coyote's collarbone, the girl tries desperately to start to claw at Sherani's face, eager to inflict any sort of damage so that she might be able to escape. All of her attacks are for naught, though, as she comes not even near so much as a scratch on the tigress' face - most of her claws fly wide. With Sherani's grip under her arms, she knew in the pit of her stomach - right there where her heart had fallen - that she was caught. She was food.<br/><br/>That does not prevent her from fighting, however. Peristalis begins to work the Coyote deeper, aided by the powerful swallows of the Tigress' hungry throat. The deep, urgent growl of Sherani's belly, the rapid beating of the excited predator's heart - they make Sheera go into a panic. She thrashes and squirms wildly, trying to break free - but Sherani's powerful jaws and sharp teeth find hold after hold in the coyote's armor and flesh, tugging her ever deeper into the soft, slimy, fleshy depths of the tigress' body.<br/><br/>"NOOO! NOOOOOOOOO!!!! LET ME GO!!!" Her muffled voice calls from within the Tigress, but it was no use - over the sound of Sherani's eager stomach, even her screams were barely audible. One more swallow pulls the Coyote up to her footpaws....then nothing but a tail...and with one final swallow, she is gone, little more than a bulge sliding down Sherani's throat and into her rapidly expanding belly. The powerful ring of muscle slides over the coyote's fur as she is crammed, bit by bit, into the stifling, tight confines of Sherani's stomach, where she immediently begins to fight for her life, trying desperately to cram herself right back up the throat she'd just slid down.<br/><br/>((Escape attempt 1d20(6)+9 = 15...didn't even get close))<br/><br/>The slight squirms and bulges of the fighting Coyote are quite evident in Sherani's stomach, the slight outline of her body squirm and fidgeting, fighting her for life as the Tigress' powerful stomach begins to get to work on her, working it's acids into her wounds, squeezing her, compressing her body into a more manageable form so it could turn her into nutrients.<br/><br/>"I'M SORRY! GODS, LET ME OUT! I'M NOT FOOD!"<br/><br/>((Auto-digest 1d6(2) + 7 = 9))<br/><br/>The tigress' stomach seems to think otherwise.<br/>------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Bolog - HP<span style="color: #FF0000">-5/35</span>AC 17 (Bleeding)(1 round for rage)<br/>Keenze - HP<span style="color: #FF4000">13/26</span>AC 16 (Fled)<br/>Sheera - HP<span style="color: #FF0000">1/41</span>AC 18 (Digesting)<br/><br/>Wild Elf - HP<span style="color: #00FF00"> 48/48</span>AC 17<br/>Sherakim - HP<span style="color: #008000"> 43/61</span>AC 20<br/><br/>Tiefling - HP<span style="color: #FF4000">16/48</span>AC 14 - immobilized,helpless<br/>Leopardfolk - HP<span style="color: #FF4000">13/55</span>AC 19 -2 stuffed = 17 (Pinned)<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Ureck - HP<span style="color: #00BF00">43/50</span><br/>Sherani -<span style="color: #FF4000"> 45/68 / 57/80</span><br/>Undol -<span style="color: #00FF00">20/20 </span><br/>Spike -<span style="color: #00FF00">36/36</span><br/>Lilium -<span style="color: #00FF00">31/31 </span><br/>Calia -<span style="color: #FF4000">37/54 </span><br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>((Since it has come up and i've had the opportunity to think about it....you cannot fumble on an Active-digest attack. You can also not crit on one. It is simply a base attack for your damage. Also...since you normally cannot 'miss' on a helpless opponent, you will also be unable to miss on a helpless opponent with an Active Digest. You can still 'miss' an active digest on a target who is not helpless, as they can defend themselves))<br/><br/>((As you can see, certain details are still being worked out as they arise. ^_^))