<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Lilium, Undol, Spike&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>A soft moan of pain escapes Lilium's bulging little belly as her stomach acids begin to get to work, turning the Tiefling into nothing more than nutrients for the predator who'd granted her such a fate.<br/><br/>The Tiefling was in a state of utter panic. Her muscles refused to cooperate, and Lilium's belly was getting to work on her with dealy efficiency. Despite the softness of the inside of her little prison, that stomach was being anything but soft with her. The way it rolled around her, squeezing lightly, rubbing it's acid against the tiefling's bare flesh, and pooling it beneath her - it was doing what it did best. Soon, the tiefling would be little more than a nutrient-rich mush to be absorbed by the Kitsune's hungry body - a hunger that would very soon be sated.<br/><br/>The excited cadence of Lilium's heart, the soft, churning growl of her belly around the tiefling almost drowns out her voice. However, the tiefling is just lucky enough (Or, perhaps, unlucky enough) to hear her taunts.<br/><br/>"Darling...you were utterly delicious. It's a shame i can only eat you once"<br/><br/>That simple phrase seems to sink in the reality that she was going to be digested. Her single, irreplacable body was going to be turned into food for this predator, and there was nothing she could do about it in her current state. Even if she could, she was severely weakened...she was little more than a meal.<br/><br/>That does not prevent her from fighting, though. Her fingernails scrabble wildly over the inside of Lilium's belly, one of her legs pushing forcefully against the soft, slick flesh that surrounds her - but to no avail. Her pushes do so very little, other than create odd little bulges in Lilium's belly. There is a brief, tickling sensation as the tiefling tries to force both of her hands back up Lilium's Cardiac sphincter, but her muscles will simply not respond enough to allow her to do such. Even so, the tiefling continues to thrash and squirm, trying desperately to fight her way out of Lilium's belly before she was turned into food.<br/><br/>For all her terror, it was Lilium's next words that make her blood turn to ice "Nutrient mush..."<br/><br/>Lilium is able to enjoy the frantic squirms of the tiefling, enjoy the sensation of her body being turned into nothing but nutrients (Active digest). The feeling of the tiefling's body digesting....feels good. INCREDIBLY good. Far, far better than any normal amount of prey. Already, Lilium could feel a slight little tingle passing through her bloodstream, that little tingle carrying a wave of intense pleasure to every nerve in her body. The tiefling, in her panic, cries out in pain "Noooo! Let me out! It buuuuuurns!! Please! PLEASE! I'll do anything!! I'll...i'm pleasure you!! I'll....i'll...give you information!! I'll....ill be your SLAVE!! Just let me out!! Ahhhh.....don't digest me!!" It seemed so unfair! For a predator to come along and simply digest her, end her life after she'd lived for so many years. Of course, it never crosses her mind that she'd been more than willing to give the exact same fate to Undol less than twenty seconds ago.<br/><br/><br/>Mirana's gaze flits back and forth from Lilium, to her belly and the little struggling bulge that was inside it, to the Leopardfolk and the Orc who even now wrestled against each other, the orc trying to pin the Leopard...while the leopard tried to bite and claw his way out of the orc's grapple. Spike, she remembered his name, looked to be more than winning the fight. Despite Undol's words, she brandishes her skillet, though most certainly makes not even the slightest move to interfere with the grapple. She was no combatant, and trying to be one was just going to end up making her get in the way.<br/><br/>Undol is distinctly aware of the little tremble starting to build up in Mirana. As the adrenaline of her encounter begins to wear off, the realisation of what had just happened to her begins to sink in at an alarming rate. Even her tenative grip on the skillet is lost, and it clatters noisily to the floor. Whilst it was not exactly the best time to let her fear start to get to her...it looks like it was happening anyway.<br/><br/>((Undol hears nothing, other than the sounds of fighting coming from the main room. Over the sounds of fighting and panic in the adjoining room, it is very difficult to hear anything. Not to mention, the scrambling of the Leopard and Spike here))<br/><br/>"Undol...Undol...." She whispers, sadness causing her voice to shake. She was on the verge of tears - that much, at least, was incredibly evident to the Lilliputian "...Is...he dead?" She was staring not at the leopard, but at his stomach - it was definantly no longer moving "James...?" she whispered, calling him by the endearing nickname she'd given him over the years he'd been the cook. He was an incredibly likable guy, more of a joker than anything else...but he was an incredibly skilled chef "Keep me safe...?"<br/><br/>She seems to almost be in a daze. No doubt, the aftermath of this little fight was going to be incredibly hard for her - she'd never seen such things before in her life "...Undol..." She whispers again, swallowing hard. Her little ears flatten against the top of her head, and she leans back heavily against the wall - giving Undol more than enough stability to shoot his crossbow, if the need arised.<br/><br/><br/>Spike's touch once more causes the vicious ravage of golden ice to being to spread across the leopard. This time, the touch is met with a little bit more success, and the orc can practically FEEL the ravage sinking into the Leopard's muscles, making him move a bit slower, making his responses all the weaker.<br/><br/>((Fort save VS Golden Ice - 1d20(6) + 9 = 15 Vs 16 - failure))<br/>((Grapple resist - 1d20(14) + 12 - 4 Stuffed = 22. Failure. Leopard is Pinned))<br/><br/>Forcing the Leopard's head backwards, and practically prying his maw open, Spike calls to the cook, praying he could be heard. However, not a sound is returned, saved for the gentle growl of the Leopard's stomach as it sets to work further digesting the unfortunate cook. Judging by the amount of time he had been in the Leopard's belly...it might be too late for the poor cheetah.<br/><br/>((In order to deal unarmed damage in a grapple (Even if you have your opponent pinned), you must make a grapple check. However, given my roll...i'm going to assume the damage is dealt. XD One way or another, the Leopardfolk is in a bad, bad spot.))<br/><br/>((Grapple attempt - 1d20 (4) + 12 - 4 stuffed = 12))<br/>((Grapple attempt to escape grapple - 1d20 (5) + 12 - 4 stuffed = 13))<br/><br/>The Leopard growls and snarls viciously, his teeth biting furiously at the orc who has him pinned. Damn cook - un-needed weight! He should have just slit his throat, instead!!<br/><br/>"I'M GOING TO TEAR YOUR HEAD OFF, ORC!!" Apparantly the concept of being outnumbered does not sink in just yet. He continues to struggle uselessly against the orc's skilled hands, but can find no escape - yet.<br/><br/><br/>Rak's voice pipes up in Lilium's head, his hungry gaze focused on the Leopardfolk...and every once in a while, shifting to the orc<span style="font-style: italic">"Mmm...a snack sounds wonderful. I call whoever loses. Orc, or Leopard! Rrr..." </span>His excited dance back and forth indicates he very much wants to join the little scuffle. At the slightest HINT of acceptance of him joining in the fight from Lilium...there was no doubt that he would.<br/><br/>((Lilium's AutoDigest damage - 1d8(3)+3 = 6))