<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Inside the Singing Donkey&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Mirana looks more than a little embarrassed by Calia's response to her question. It was not exactly easy for her to come right out and say it. Her lack of a predatory side (though plenty of curiosity about it), has often made her wonder. It was just something she'd never experienced. Thankfully, never being on the prey side...but also never being on the predatory side.<br/><br/>"Um..." She swallows, her face burning red. She looks down at Calia's middle, licks her suddenly dry lips, and whispers quietly, throughly embarrassed by her curiosity "...To have...someone...in you..squirming and..." She lets her words trail off into silence, though the question had been asked, at least. Despite her embarrassment, it was easy enough for Calia to spot the spark of curiosity in the girl's eyes. She looked just a bit too scrawny to be an effective predator (to anyone above Undol's size, anyway), but the curiosity was definantly still there.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Vincent shakes his head slowly, overwhelmed by Ureck's information. He continues to clean the offending spot on the countertop, but with nowhere near the vigor with which he had before. Unseen enemies, hiding in the shadows? Nobles that were preying on the common folk? Lesik and his band of slavers, their claws already dug deeply into the political maneuvreing of the town. Giant animals that were roaming the countryside, preying on individuals foolish enough to leave the relative safety of town. Thugs that were ballsy enough to attack an establishment with more than a handful of folks inside. Even at night, an attack like that was foolish. Unless...<br/><br/>Vincent shivered suddenly - there had likely been more waiting outside, for those that did get away. There was no telling what had happened to the few individuals who had ran, rather than remaining inside. The old Barkeeper keeps his tongue, but leans heavily on the bar all of the sudden. That information was something that noone needed to hear - especially after a night like this.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Undol manages to catch the eye of the large fox when he glances down at him.  The intelligent gleam in it's eye - and the almost smug look on it's surprizingly expressionate face - let the Lilliputian know exactly what might happen to him if he managed to fall off Lilium's shoulder. With a belly that full, the creature would likely not *EAT* Undol...but, at the very least, would love to play with the small man, like a cat plays with a mouse. The most discomforting thing...it seemed to be watching him for exactly that opportunity.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You know..."</span>Rak whispers in Lilium's head, his gaze still locked on Undol<span style="font-style: italic">"...he'd make a really good trail-snack. Saving him for that? Just in case things get hard? You know...you could always toss him down here. I wanna play with him. Won't eat him! Promise! Not tonight, at least."</span><br/><br/><br/>His attention suddenly shifts from Undol to Ureck as he comes forwards and glances down at the bulging-bellied fox.<br/><br/>Rak stares at Ureck as he speaks, the fox making no movement other than lifting his head from the floor.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Like starlight breaks through the dark, its time for me to give Espen what it deserves."</div></blockquote><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Lilium..."</span>Rak whispers in her mind<span style="font-style: italic">"I think he just spouted poetry, or something closely related.</span><br/><br/>Ureck catches a slight glimpse of Rak's lips pulling back into the semblance of a snarl when he begins to lower his hand down to pet the fox. It was really the first time he'd gotten a look at the fox's teeth. They were sharp...and large. No doubt about it, the fox could be a vicious little creature, if it wanted to be. At nearly three feet tall at the shoudlers, and double that in length...well, it could be an efficient predator, as well. The 'snarl' was fleeting, though...and Rak lowers his ears a bit, and actually presses his head up onto Ureck's hand, accepting the scritch behind the ear willingly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"...Pheh. Scratch behind the ear. Belly rub would be better. Hrm...wonder how he tastes..."</span><br/><br/>Ureck's hand is placed under attack by Rak's tongue. The fox tilts it's head up, presses it's nose right into the middle of the collie's hand (in the semblance of a nuzzle), but the nuzzle never comes. Instead, Ureck is treated to the slick feeling of the fox's tongue gliding along the palm of his hand, and the faint, wet feeling of the saliva that single lick left behind. The fox withdraws it's tongue, seems to get a thoughtful expression...<br/><br/>Then licks again.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Mmm....doesn't taste half bad. Oooo, i bet he'd be a squirmer, too. Might have to...er...taste when he is asleep sometime. I'd spit him back up. Really!"</span>There was no doubt in Lilium's mind. If he could 'taste' the collie (which would likely end up with Rak trying to swallow him)...if he could get away with it, there would be no chance of him letting the collie back out. At least, until the relationship went from 'aquiantance' to something a bit more...friendly.<br/><br/>Rak gives Ureck's hand another lick, leaving another slick little trail of saliva. Had it not been for his already-full belly, the look on his face might have been a bit more hungry. As it was now...it looked as if Rak was just giving the Collie a small amount of companionship, or acceptance, whatever the case might be.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"...Eesh, he tastes really good. Give this guy a lick, Lilium."</span>