<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;">My apologies if this seems...er...a little less creative than normal. &gt;_&lt; Been a bit...uncreative these last couple of days. Yet, I didn't want to hold up the procession! <img alt=";)" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/></div></div></div><br/><br/>Pryah might as well have been flattened by a steamroller - Eruin and Rea's flurry of attacks had just about the same effect. Yet, for all the brutality in the attack, the now-unconcious tigress should be counting her lucky stars. In the wild, the view of Rea's jaws closing around her upper body would have been the final thing she ever saw, her body going to do little more than feed the enormous wolf's appetite, to provide her body with the nutrients it needed to function for another two or three days.<br/><br/><br/>Yet it was not only Eruin's intervention that had stopped Rea's appetite. Even now, the enormous wolf eyed the tiefling with a mixture of surprise, and maybe even a little displeasure. Had this little snack really just tried to stop her from enjoying a meal? Eruin could ask, but noone else. Maybe she-<br/><br/>Leaning forwards, Eruin nips the tip of one of Rea's ears, whispering softly into it "I know what you are thinking, Rea. She, at least for the moment, is a friend. She's on our side. She's safe." The commanding tone on Eruin's voice brooked little argument. It was something that had always sent chills up Rea's spine - he was a fifth of her weight, not even half her size, yet when it mattered, he always stepped up to command. He'd done it back home, commanding other members of the pack. For some reason, everyone followed him - he'd never led them wrong yet. It was the markings of an incredible alpha. He was the only one who'd ever managed to make the she-wolf submissive, to make her listen to him, respect him...<br/><br/>And she'd not even done that, until he helped her...<br/><br/>Shaking her head, she returns her focus to the combat - not now. Holding the felled tigress in her jaws as easily as a cat carried a kitten, Rea awaits Eruin's next command.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "Th-thank you," </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Eruin's eyes meet Alyssa's, and a surprizingly warm smile creeps across his muzzle. That...was something he'd not expected. Not only her gall in trying - at least, making the attempt - to take a meal from a multi-hundred pound wolf, but actually trying to grant these pirates some sort of safety, if they chose to give up. She had a softer heart than he did.<br/><br/>"You are welcome." Came the simple reply, his smile only seeming that much more warm.<br/><br/>Still, the time for pleasantries were fleeting - this combat was still not over. Eruin takes a few seconds to survey the battlefield - it looked like the majority of the pirate threats had been dealt with. Their numbers had went from seven to three...and even now, Theron was doing a pretty decent job of cramming their leader down his throat. Eruin's eyes fell on the canine for just a few brief seconds, watching his throatfur bulge and contort with the body of the raid leader as he struggled to remain outside the dog's body, out side that belly that would no doubt digest him without a second thought.<br/><br/>The sight made him turn his attention back to the own pleasant sensation in his own stomach. The way it shifted, little bulges forming under his fur as the ratling who'd been unlucky enough to be chosen as his next meal squirmed and wriggled inside, fighting for her very life. The warm feeling it sent throughout his body was enough to make him tremble, and had it not been for the throbbing pain in his left arm, it would have been an incredible feeling. Already, he could feel her struggles intensifying - though he knew, soon enough, they'd begin to weaken, then stop altogether.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> <br/>“Just say it! I’ll do whatever you want! Do errands, be you slave, anything! Oh, I don’t wanna die in here! I’ll do anything, just let me out! LET ME OUT!” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Not to mention, the desperation he could hear in her voice, the fear - it sent little shivers dancing up his spine. By no means was he so 'evil' as to do it just to scare her - no, preying was a natural thing. Yet...still, it excited him, just a little bit - even if he'd never admit it.<br/><br/>Anything he wanted, hrm? Her offer was not as enticing as he'd hoped. He had no use for a slave, not to mention, he did not condone owning another. Everyone was meant to be free. Sexual favors were things he had no interest in. Errands? He certainly had no use for a messenger. That would assume he knew someone in the city.<br/><br/>Yet, it was not her words that finally sealed her fate. It was the feeling of her claws once more scraping across his interior, trying to claw her way out of his stomach. Eruin shudders - it felt so good. Like an internal massage. Those sharp little claws could do little more than irritate the incredibly tough interior of his belly. All she was managing to do was further excite the predatory side of his nature - and that was the worst thing she could have done.<br/><br/>All thoughts of release vanish in that instant, Eruin partially doubling over in pleasure as he feels her scrabbling wildly at his insides, looking for any hope of survival "Mmph...feels...too good. Time to relax a bit after this, I think..." He whispers to Rea, who returns a sort of 'smug' smirk around the body of the tigress.<br/><br/>He always had enjoyed devouring the two-leggers who invaded...then again, so did she. It was so much more satisfying than their normal, more gruesome method of hunting the forest animals.<br/><br/>Peering down at his stomach, Eruin grins broadly, giving it one little pat with the handle of his scythe "I think, after all, I like you right where you are." He practically coos to the ratling trapped inside "Thank you for the meal. Enjoy the trip."<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Inside Eruin's belly.. </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;">If there was any place in the world that managed to offer the best and the worst, Eruin's stomach was one of them. Those soft, silky-smooth walls of his belly squeeze gently around Estera's body, almost as if it's entire purpose was to do little more than rock her body to sleep, to massage her into a slumber that would last forever. The soft flesh squeezes her body from every angle, so soft and soothing, with very little of the intense crushing force that a stronger predator might possess. <br/><br/>Had it not been for those powerful digestive acids, the trip might not have been so bad at all. Unfortunantly for Estera, she was practically batheing in them, now.<br/><br/>The soft, tickling sensation that had spread across her body just a few moments before begins to intensify, turning into a mild irritation, followed by a slowly-growing 'burning' sensation. As she lay balled up in Eruin's belly, the slowly-growing burning sensation begins to spread across the bottom of her feet and across her rump, traveling upwards across her thighs, calves, and along her waist as the bath of caustic digestive juices she sits in continues to grow. She can feel a constant deluge of those acids trickleing across her face, her neck, her shoulders, seeping into the nooks and crannies of her already-deteriorating armor and what very little remains of her mostly-digested clothing.<br/><br/>As the seconds tick by, Estera's world is entirely taken over by the gentle, squeezing shifts of the wolf's stomach, the excited growling and churning of his belly as it eagerly seeks to digest her, and the excited beating of his heart, thumping rapidly somewhere above her.<br/><br/>Even her frantic movements, her struggles for life, worsen the situation, splashing more and more of that corrosive acid across her body. Within a matter of moments, Estera would feel the slowly-growing bath of digestive juices pool to just beneath her breasts, leaving little more than her upper-chest, shoulders, and head free from those incredible potent digestive fluids. Tiny bits and peices of her leather armor give way and dissolve admist her violet thrashing, and whatever clothing she'd worn beneath it would no doubt already be dissolved away to nearly nothing.<br/><br/>Seemingly all at once, the contractions of Eruin's belly seem to increase, his stomach starting to churn and squeeze her softening little body, seeking to break her down into a more suitable form for his body to absorb. Where once it had been like being wrapped in a silken sheet, that silken sheet had suddenly grown thorns. Every squeeze causes that fleshy interior to squeeze against her softening flesh, to grind against her raw, irritated skin. Soft, excited growls echo around her as his belly works those acids constantly against her body, eagerly dissolving her body while she still squrims for her life inside him.<br/><br/>(Digestion Damage - 1d6(6) + 2 = <span style="font-weight: bold"> 8 </span> damage)</div></div></div><br/>(Estera must make a DC 37 escape check at a -4 penalty (Due to food chain), to return to Eruin’s 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;">Eruin's Current HP - 79/96 (55)<br/>Eruin's Current AC - 21<br/>Eruin's Belly AC - 23<br/>Eruin's Belly HP – 30/32</div></div></div><br/><br/>Whilst Estera's struggle had just truely started...Noel's had finally come to an end.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Inside Rea's belly.. </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;">Unlike Eruin's belly, Rea's was a bit harsher of an environ. Whilst still soft and cozy, it was difficult to tell over the incredible crushing force that seemed to squeeze Noel from every angle, looking to squeeze the life out of him even as it coated him in a constant deluge of digestive acids.<br/><br/>It was already too late for Noel. Rea's digestive track was a truely fearsome thing when you were on the recieveing end of it, and unfortunantly for him, he was finding out first hand. In less than thirty seconds time, Noel's armor and clothing had been partially turned to mush inside of the constantly squeezing, grinding confines of the enormous wolf's belly.<br/><br/>Those corrosive acids filled her stomach to the brim, making it difficult to even hold his head out of them, to breathe the quickly-staleing air as he fought for his life, fough to force his way back up that tight throat he'd slid down just moments before. Yet, it was all in vain. His previous attempt would be his final one, as Rea's stomach finally overpowered him, practically forcing him into a little, easily digested ball inside of her. Unfortunantly for him, it wasn't quite over yet.<br/><br/>Those corrosive acids attack the tooth gouges left by her enormous, dagger-like teeth, easily and eagerly dissolving his body, the constant squeezing of her belly only seeming to further soften his form, making it all the more easy to break down and process, living or not. Noel's entire body was experiencing the same thing as his legs, though - the firey digestive acids of an efficient predator, the very acids that were dissolving his fur and flesh while he still struggled his final struggles, anything to resist becoming a part of the enormous she-wolf.<br/><br/>Unfortunantly, it looked like his fate was sealed. His final wail of pain is drowned out by the excited, eager gurgling of Rea's belly as it washes more and more of those potent digestive juices over his face, over his shoulders, grinding them against his sides and legs, the slowly-thickening mixture only seeming to grow more and more potent as it dissolves him alive - until unconciousness would finally be merciful and overtake him.<br/><br/><br/>(Digestion damage - 1d8 (1) + 9 = <span style="font-weight: bold">10</span> Damage)</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;">Rea's current HP - 67/67<br/>Rea's current AC - 20<br/>Rea's Belly AC - 22<br/>Rea's Belly HP – 37</div></div></div><br/><br/>The momentary distraction brought on by his bulging, squirming stomach ended, Eruin takes a moment to further survey the battlefield. Theron had things under control, he hoped - thought the canine was looking rather injured...He'd have to keep an eye on him.<br/><br/>Now, though...where was Tau and Isarr, the cougar who'd shot him and the human boy...?<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">*Thud!*</span><br/><br/>It was at just that moment he saw Tau hit the deck, his body locked up and unmoving - a spell? He'd missed who the caster was, but he could only assume it had been either the beautiful cat-girl he'd bumped into moment before, or Alyssa. Either way, it took another combatant out of the fight...<br/><br/>Or, it would have, had Tau not jumped down to save him. Eruin and Rea's eyes widen in unison as they see the cougar risking his neck to try and drag the boy to safety. He could have easily gotten away, leaving the boy to fend for himself - and that 'fending' would have likely ended up with him slipping into someone's stomach, especially given he didn't look like he could move.<br/><br/>Yet, the feline was actually trying to help? Risking his neck to pull a member of his 'pack' away. There were few things that appealed to Eruin and Rea's hearts in this situation - after all, THEY'D attacked THIS ship, not the other way around. Yet, they both could understand doing anything to protect a member of their pack. To protect someone they cared about...<br/><br/>Eruin, at least, was slightly mollified by the cougar's actions. He'd had done the same thing on a failed raid, to one of his own pack members. Rea, though - she wanted that cougar's blood. Wanted to feel him squirm his last inside of her after a long, slow digestive process. He'd shot Eruin...<br/><br/>"Rea. Those two." Following at a slow trot just behind Alyssa, Rea and Eruin circle around to the side of the duo, into a position where they could be easily flanked, if the need arose.  His eyes momentarily alight on Mirage as she, too, joins them, her eyes soft and pleading. She looked so cute...<br/><br/>FOCUS, ERUIN! You got shot last time you went to la-la land!<br/><br/>Rea steps forwards to loom over the two, Eruin on her back peering down at the two with a hard gaze. A human, and a cougar. Pirates. Raiders. Yet...<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "Please surrender, and I will ensure that you receive fair trial in court. Please..." </div></blockquote><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Please surrender. Compassion is a rare trait in these unjust times. I don’t want to see such a wonderful emotion in someone parish without meaning or cause. There is nothing left to be gained by continuing to fight. You still have your lives and by laying down your weapons you will succeed in the very thing you are trying to do; protecting that human in your arms. I promise you won’t be hurt” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Rea's eyes went wide. WHAT?!?! They...they were going to let the cougar SURVIVE?!?!?<br/><br/>Rea's jaws part, the unconcious tigress hitting the deck with a soft 'thud' "NO!! I DEMAND THE COUGAR!" She growls, her lips pulled back in a heart-stopped snarl "He shot Eruin! I want him! I want to devour him. I want him to-"<br/><br/>"REA!" Eruin calls, his hard gaze leveled at her as she swivels her head back to face him "...Enough. They want to show mercy." Even with his left arm now dangling almost uselessly at his side, his voice sounded strong, firm "I say, if the cougar and human smart enough to accept that mercy...we show that compassion is not dead in this world. Of course..."<br/><br/>Rea's jaws quiver - she wanted to bite the cougar. Wanted to devour him. Yet...Eruin had said no. He always had been a little softer...<br/><br/>"..Fine.." She murmurs, glaring dagger at the cougar holding the human boy.<br/><br/>Eruin continues, nodding to the cougar "...I'd suggest you give your weapons to these two." He indicates Alyssa and Mirage "...As a show of good faith. Without making any sudden moves." The dangerous postier was easy to read - Eruin's tense body, the determined, hardened gaze in his eyes - he was ready to end this fight, and quickly, if the pair didn't surrender without any more of a fight. Not to mention, the shifting, squirming bulge in his middle, all that was left of their ratling companion, and the thick, dangling bulge in Rea's belly that was Noel -  an indicator of what might happen if they didn't surrender...<br/><br/>"...I'd suggest you do that, now."<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;">(Intimidate - 1d20(20) + 14 = <span style="font-weight: bold"> 34</span> Intimidate check. (+2 from Rea's 'aid another') )</div></div></div>