Taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of a furiously squirming meal, Valeani casts her eyes around the developing fight, and is impressed and very satisfied with what she sees.  This was a group that knew what they were doing!  Linda's...<span style="font-style: italic">thing</span>was being a wonderful distraction, and she herself was obviously not nearly as helpless against close-in fighting as most spellcasters tended to be.  Julian was much more straightforward than the rest, having already battered one opponent into submission, and Dusk's sudden appearance effectively removed another combatant.  Misha's gorgeous voice was obviously more than just than mundane, and that left...where did Ryla go?<br/><br/>The sound of someone in obvious enjoyment of their meal from somewhere behind her catches her attention, and Valeani's face splits into a wide grin when she sees it's source.  Watching as Ryla toys with what little remains of Odette's body before sending it to join the already-prodigious swell of her belly, her own stomach grumbles slightly in protest at the loss of such an appealing meal, but she could hardly blame Ryla for singling out a distracted target.  Her smile quickly disappears as a pair of soldiers attempt to accost Ryla, and despite her escape, it isn't something that Valeani is going to let go that easily.  "OY!  None of that!"  Accelerating again, she rushes at the soldiers, claws outstretched.<br/><br/>[ Charging Soldier 6 ]<br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/255642">Charge bite attack</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+17</span><span style="font-weight: bold">29</span>,<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/255643">Bite damage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6+8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">14</span>]<br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/255644">Greater Chomp</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+20</span><span style="font-weight: bold">34</span>, gonna assume that it works...]<br/><br/>Diving on new opponent, Valeani drops down to avoid an expected swipe from her flail, her jaws snapping shut around one of her target's legs.  Righting herself with almost violent speed, she seizes her meal at the hips and hoists her up, handling her slim weight with almost casual ease.  Working her teeth around the soldier's other foot and grimacing at the taste of the hard leather of her shoes (which she never seemed to remember to remove), Valeani swallows several times in quick succession.<br/><br/>For the unfortunate soldier, the added height that being lifted up above Valeani offers quickly disappears as a series of powerful gulps encase more and more of her body in slick heat.  Flicking her claws over the soldier's body, Valeani lets the shredded remains of her clothes fall off as her raspy tongue roams over the surface of her meal.  While she wished that she had the time to savor her meal more, there was another soldier within arm's length that would likely object to her current course of action, so she had to be quick.  Grabbing hold of her wrists, Valeani quickly works her jaws over first the rump, then breasts, and finally the shoulders of her victim, lightly working at and chewing the meatier bits but never enough to actually break skin.  Taking the time to allow her tongue to curl it's way around and over the soldier's face to gather up any last tastes, a final drawn-out slurping swallow sends the bulge of her head and her twitching arms and hands to join her companion in Valeani's stomach.  Looking over at the other soldier, Valeani's grin and voice have a bit of a manic edge to them as the dual influences of her insatiable hunger and a belly full of still-squirming meals start to fog over her perceptions.  "Don't worry, I didn't forget about you.  Can't have you trying to hurt my friends, after all."<br/><br/>[ Digestion ahead ]<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 Valeani's first meal has already discovered, and one that her second course will find out soon enough, the chief danger her stomach posed to them isn't it's acid.  Although the telltale tingle was beginning to set in, her stomach was quite obviously composed of layer on layer of corded muscle, all of which eagerly spring into action as soon as a meal is delivered.  Methodically grinding and churning away, it's obvious that the pair are in significant discomfort as her stomach compresses ruthlessly around them, having no qualms about bending and twisting it's occupants in ways that their bodies were never meant to handle.  One thing is for certain: this isn't going to be a pleasant stay while they bubble away for the next few hours, but a quick and likely painful conversion into a pliable mass ready for digestion.</div></div></div><br/>[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/255646">Digestion damage</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+15+1d8</span><span style="font-weight: bold">25</span>, 22 bludgeoning and 3 acid ]<br/><br/>[ Valeani's Stats: ]<br/>[ HP: 97/83 (temp HP from Hunger), AC: 20, CMD: 26 (29 vs grapple/vore) ]