<span style="font-weight: bold"> Tzuru, Tesu, Porua </span><br/><br/>Tesu and Porua give each other a sort of devious grin - the prospect was a tempting one. After all, the corruk was a small creature, and who would ever know? The master had never come to actually CHECK on the prisoners, as far as they knew, and even if he had? They could tell him the tiny one was already food. It wasn't like they were lying.<br/><br/>The same, devious thoughts seem to be on both of their minds - this was one meal they might be able to get away with. Of course, that left them with one corruk, and two empty bellies waiting to be filled...<br/><br/>"...Paper, rock, scissors?" Porua suggests, a coy little smirk creasing his reptilian mouth. Tesu looks down at Tzuru, then back up to Porua, again having to run her tongue across her lips to keep her mouth from watering "Mmm...fine. We'll see who gets him. Grr...I better win, I'm hungry!"<br/><br/>"We'll see..." Porua grins, giving the cat-taur a faint smirk. She always gave away what she was going to do - he would win for sure. She didn't have a chance "Ready? One..." Two fists slam into open palms "...Two..." Again, two fists slam into open palms. "And thr-"<br/><br/>"EEEEEE!!!" Tesu gives a high-pitched wail of pain as Tzuru's sharp little claws and teeth actually manage to find their mark. The game entirely forgotten about, the Cat-taur leaps back off of Tzuru's cage, hopping around on three feet - her from left paw dripping tiny drops of crimson blood. The little creature had managed to not only bite her, but bite the HELL out of her "OOOOW!!! OW OW OW!! THE LITTLE BASTARD BIT ME!!" She screams in a fit of pain and anger, collapsing onto her belly to get a better look at her bitten front paw.<br/><br/>Porua, on the other hand, was just in as bad of a mess - he was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. The reptilian man clutches his stomach, pointing and laughing uproariously at the wounded - both in body and in pride - cat-taur tending to her bitten foot beside him "Ahahaha!! It's true, their bite is worse than their bark!! AHAHhhhaaaaaaa!!!" Clutching his stomach, he doubles over, tears in his eyes as the mirth pours through him "Ooohh...wow...ahahaha...nice bite, little guy. I can't eat you after that. Ahahha...if you wanna risk it, he's yours, Tesu...ahaha...oh wow...spunky little sucker..."<br/><br/>Wiping a tear from his eye, he slowly settles back down, though cannot help another broad grin at the look of anger plastered on the wounded cat-taur's face.<br/><br/>She - biting her lower lip against the pain - gives Tzuru a dirty look "You...you little fiend!! Ow...that hurts so much...you..." She sniffles softly, still nursing her foot "...You are so going into my belly. And I'm going to digest you nice and slow, you little rat!!" Even as she nurses her injured foot, she withdraws a small, silver key from inside of her pouch - it looked like she had every intention of opening his cage, when her foot stopped hurting. Of course...when she could reach him...things might not be so good for the captive corruk...<br/><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;">Tesu hp - 21/27</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Lorelei, Hestruui, Qulan (And poor Niketu! D: ) </span><br/><br/><br/>Again, the little, fluffy ball of fur in Lorelei's lap offers up a soft little 'Eee?' as the commotion and Lorelei's obvious distress sort of ruffles the faint empathic bond between the two.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Lorelei wrote:</cite> "You will NOT eat my Woozums!!" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>He could hardly believe his ears. She was not offering him up as food? Not going to throw him in the way of a moving cart to get it to slow down? No - she was protecting him!!<br/><br/>Seemingly spurred on by the defensiveness of his master, Niketu hops to his feet in Lorelei's lap, his back hunched up just like an angry cat's, his tiny, but incredibly sharp teeth bared in defiance of their captors "CHEE!!" He calls challengingly, as if dareing them to step foot in the cage!<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Lorelei wrote:</cite> "I'd rather eat him myself!" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"EE-....ee?" the weasel's face turns from one of utter defiance, to 'certain doom'....she had always called him 'Niketu the fourth' for some reason...and he had a feeling he knew why...<br/><br/>"....Ee...ee...." He says far less enthusiastically, plopping back down in her lap with what could have equated to a sigh.<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;">Woozie's face went from =D to D:</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>"Taste us?" The Lizardess and tiefling say in unison, as if surprised the request had even been made in the first place.<br/><br/>Qulan stares at Lorelei for a few long seconds, as if waiting for her to retract the statement...then, suddenly, starts to giggle "Heeheehee!! Taste us? You are HARDLY in the position to make such a request! Then again, it might be fun...according to where you taste us-"<br/><br/>Her sentence is cut off halfway through by the sudden, and decidedly disturbing shift in Lorelei's personality.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Lorelei wrote:</cite> "Have you ever dreamed of visiting an elf belly..." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Both Hestruui and Qulan shiver slightly - why in the hell did this elf sound so creepy? For that matter, why in the hell were they even slightly intimidated, despite her being well-kept behind bars, with no access to the magic the silver bracelet on her wrist signified she possessed.<br/><br/>The tiefling is the first to recover, and - to not be showed up - laughs her way out of the few seconds of awkward silence that had followed this strange elf's request "HAHAH!! Funny. Like I'd ever feed myself to you. Oh no, if anything, you'd be visiting my tummy. With that bracelet, you'd be oh-so-helpless. I'd help you get that bracelet off, of course - might take a few hours, but eventually it'd slide off nicely."<br/><br/>Amusingly, Lorelei might note that both Hestruui and Qulan were about a foot further from her cage than they had been a few moments ago. Qulan finally seems to recover her voice, and also laughs - though a little less sure of herself than Hestruui "Hah! I think...I'll stay right here, thank you. You'll not be getting a tasty, elfie - oooh no. Phbbt. No wonder they locked you up in a cage - you are weird. As if we'd come in there...and what could you do if we did?! NOTHING!" Qulan, despite the bold words, even takes another little step back, partially hiding behind her slightly braver tiefling companion.<br/><br/><br/>"Hey, now, elf..." Travian suddenly steps inbetween Hestruui, Qulan, and Lorelei, squatting down in front of her to get a closer look at her face. The male raccoon places both of his hands against the bars, open-palmed, as if to prevent this obviously crazy elf from trying to bite one of his fingers, or something else that would be equally as unpleasant "You...are nothing but a snack. No matter how you look at it, you don't get to 'taste' anyone. You are lucky to get water. Now quit scaring the tiefling and lizard - they are such fragile creatures, you know."<br/><br/>As he speaks, he jerks his eyes upwards at his hand, then looks back into Lorelei's eyes, then back up to his right hand, then back to her eyes...then hand...then eyes...<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 Lorelei glances at his right hand, it's quite evident why he placed his hands against the bars so flat. A tiny, tiny pouch is nestled between his middle finger and index finger, less than an inch wide any way you look at it - yet, the tiny cloth pouch seems to be stuffed full of...something. It appears as though he wants her to take it - likely, as discreetly as possible.</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;">Travian's sleight of hand check - 1d20(11) + 8 = 19<br/><br/>	Qulan's spot check - 1d20(4) + 4 = 8.<br/>	Hestruui's spot check - 1d20(11) + 7 = 18. Cloooooose....but not quite!</div></div></div><br/><br/>(Given the placement of the cages, Sheva, Tzuru, or Jelani can make a spot check to see if they see Travian's offering. If it seems 'within the possibility of yours character's current actions' to glance over, do it, if you like. Keep to the spirit of the roleplay!)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Part 2 of 2</span>