<span style="font-weight: bold"> Jelani, Miyan, Porua </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;">Gotcha. I'll update your HP in the next status scroll</div></div></div><br/><br/>Damnit - why did these things always have to happen when she had her fun? Getting a little pleasure? The boss comes in. Getting worked up? Someone stumbles across their site. Now? It looked like that damn half-breed feline was getting out of her cage, AND one of their own had turncoated. Miyan sighs, a little more calmly than the situation likely warranted - suddenly, there was Chaos everywhere. The little cat-rat thing had gotten out, Millan was a moron and opened the cat's cage, and it looked like Travian had a deathwish. Figures. Always figures. She had just been about to get some nice, thick canine shaft in her, too...damnit, she wanted it. Her nethers were practically burning with need and desire, something - anything - to fill her tight little sex would have been a blessing at that point. And she'd managed to make her new toy just horny enough to do it. A slight look of rage covers the sexy lapine's face - the situation was an infuriating one. Just when she was about to have her fun, chaos breaks loose...<br/><br/>With a slight growl of annoyance, Miyan gives Jelani a little push back, moving the little strap of leather that had once covered her more private regions back into place with her other hand as she does so "Grr...we'll get back to this later. After I kill someone. Keep that tongue ready, lover-boy." Thankfully for Jelani, it does not look like the sexy lapine notices that the second arrow had not been meant for her - but for the key that would allow her to relock his cage. And it's for that very reason the canine manages to take her entirely by surprise....<br/><br/>Placing one hand on the hilt of her longsword, Miyan surveys the situation, trying her best to decide who's skull to crack first. Tesu likely could manage the little Corruk on her own - and raccoon was going to get a very unwelcomed greeting from Domlan, Hestruui, and Qulan. That just left Sheva - who had not only managed to swallow Millan - the fool - but managed to get a good hold on Altrayie, as well. Some part of her wanted to see the feline devour that utterly annoying half-elf. Then again, part of her wanted to do it herself. Had she not been so high into their master's good graces, well...<br/><br/>"Stay put, boy. I'll see you again, soon." Reaching up, Miyan grasps for the key, never taking her eyes off the feline who'd drawn her ire...<br/><br/>...and finds that there is no key to grab. Grasping a second time, she finds nothing - on the third time, she actually looks up to where the key had been, only to find the faintest hint of the key-stump sticking from the end of the lock. The raccoon - he'd shot the key!!! That meant-<br/><br/>*WHAM!*<br/><br/>Jelani's shoulder connects solidly with the cage gate, throwing it open - and into the spot where Miyan had been a mere second before. Only quick reflexes manage to save her from getting a facefull of steel bars. The cage door connects solidly with the bars, creating a reverberating *claaaaaang!* that makes the surprised lapine grit her teeth - shit!! The dog was out! And after her teasing, there was no doubt-<br/><br/>She has not even a second's time to finish the thought before Jelani was upon her. With a grunt, she manages to half-slide the long, sharp blade out of it's scabbard, only to have it pushed right back in by the larger canine's body as he collides solidly with her "Ooof!'. The solid hit not only causes the smaller lapine to lose her footing, but manages to disrupt her formidible defenses just long enough for Jelani to get a tenative grip on her, just enough to pull her in close...<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;">Miyan grapple - 1d20 (13) + 6 = 19. Close...but no cigar.</div></div></div><br/><br/>...and surprisingly enough, Jelani manages to do just that. The startled lapine tries to duck out from beneath his arms, only to find his hands waiting, and he grapples her firmly. Given Jelani's experience, it was likely that this lapine would have been incredibly deadly with that blade, if from no other cues than just the way she held it. However, remove the sword from the equation - and it was likely her earlier statements were lies or only half-truths...there was no way she could have devoured anyone, unless they were either incredibly weak in melee combat, or they had been tied up - exactly as she'd fantisied.<br/><br/>"Let GO of me!!" Miyan shouts defiantly, and - given she is unable to pull her blade - rears back her hand in a fist, slamming it forwards into Jelani's stomach in an effort to throw him off.<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;">Miyan resist ingest - 1d20(15) + 6 = 21. Alas...my NPCs are not having the luck!</div></div></div><br/><br/>Whilst the blow manages to hit solidly, Miyan simply lacked the force to do more than mildly annoy the larger canine. Had she used her legs (Or aimed a bit lower at his...'vulnerable' parts), it might have been different story. Alas, without the blade in her hand, it hardly appeared that - for all her big talk - she was especially proficient in unarmed melee.<br/><br/>"I'm going to-" Miyan begins, looking up into Jelani's eyes as he brings her in close - only to have her sentence cut short by the open, gapeing maw that suddenly filled her vision. She is given just a split second to admire the view - the broad tongue that had, just seconds before, been licking at her nethers, the saliva that already looked so thick and eager to coat her, and - further back - the inky blackness of Jelani's throat, almost beckoning to her - before those jaws decend over her head, encasing her in darkness.<br/><br/>"Shit!" She says simply as the canine easily stuffs her entire head between his jaws, encasing her in warmth, wetness, and darkness. Jelani is in for an incredibly pleasant treat - much like the taste of her nether regions, the flavor of her fur was simply incredible. She tasted so incredibly clean, allowing the hungry canine to fully enjoy the utterly delicious flavor of her fur and the equally as enticing taste of her flesh hidden beneath. Her bathing oils left a sort of faint, almost 'sweet' taste in her fur, and the scent of her body - a mixture of arousal and the natural, earthy scent of her fur - hits his nose like a sledgehammer. She smelled delicious, and tasted equally as good - no doubt even moreso, after four days with little more than a bit of water, and nothing of substance.<br/><br/><br/>For just a split second, Miyan feels a slight tingle of fear, Jelani's little growl of approval at her flavor sending a chill up her spine - but no. This half-starved canine did NOT have the upper hand! Not yet!! On that very line of thinking, Miyan jerks her head back, only to have the back of her head hit firmly against Jelani's teeth - and keep her easily trapped inside the moist, hot, dark cage of his jaws. Again, another little tingle of fear shoot through her body - this time, one that does not fade away quite so abruptly. Four days, he should be much weaker than her - much weaker. Yet, he managed to hold her...managed to get her head in his jaws...<br/><br/>A yelp of surprise, mingled with fear, escapes her lips as Jelani jerks his head forwards and fully engulfs her up to the shoulders, forcing her head into the slimy, wet, grapsing tunnel of his throat. Now, the fear hits her like a sledge-hammer. All thoughts of trying to punch her way or wound him somehow vanish - now, she just wanted OUT!! Her arms push against his chest, trying desperately to pull her head back out of the moistened embrace of his throat - but with some of her leverage gone, she has not even the slightest amount of luck. The bulge in Jelani's throatfur slowly thickens as his jaws work easily across the lapine's narrow shoulders, forcing her head further down his eagerly rippling esophagus, and further removing what little bit of leverage she actually managed to maintain.<br/><br/>A soft gasp - followed by even more feirce squirming - follows Jelani's little tongue-exploration across the sexy lapine's breasts. The soft, round orbs tasted delicious, and no doubt had they not been partially covered with her leather armor, the flavor would have been all the more enticing. "AH!! STOP!!!" Her muffled voice calls form somewhere near his chest, her feet kicking frantically as he easily picks her up and tilts his head back, adding the force of gravity to his own powerful throat muscles. Within a matter of seconds, her lucious breasts had dissappeared into Jelani's throat, becoming little more than a thick bulge in the canine's neckfur.<br/><br/>Then, she hears it - the eager, hungry growl of a far-too-long empty stomach. One that was more than happy to turn her into little more than nutrients for the one who - just moments before - she'd had under her heel. "NO!! AHHH!!! " Her screams - further muffled by fur, muscle, and flesh - are nearly inaudible over the excited churns and growls. He was actually eating her - how?! It didn't seem possible!! HOW WAS THIS GOING SO WRONG?!!?<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;">Escape attack - 1d20(10) + 6 = 16. Jelani must make a DC 16 grapple check to keep Miyan ingested, or she returns to the 'grappled' stage</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Alas, it did not look like Jelani would be able to finish his meal in peace...<br/><br/><br/>Porua's eyes survey the scene - utter chaos. How had all this happened? They were foolish, that's why. Something was wrong - they never would have normally divided up so badly, and the strange, almost 'swimmy' feeling in his head...he'd drank so very little, so he was no intoxicated. Travian's two arrow shots tell him the answer - that little twit had poisoned them. He HAD to of. Everyone but him had drank a little of the brew he managed to smuggle in. And there he was...turning against them.<br/><br/>Tesu could handle Tzuru, or so he thought. It looked like Travian had already dug his own grave - with Domlan, Qulan, AND Hestruui surrounding him - that left Miyan and Altrayie to help. He never did really like the lapine, though he liked the elf even less - who cares if he managed to show up just a little to late to help that one. Miyan...might not be so snooty as to give him a little bit of a 'reward'...<br/><br/>Casting a single glance in the direction that Tesu had ran off in pursuit of Tzuru in, he - with a growl - full-on charges the occupied Jelani, flexing his scythe-like inner claws in anticipation...<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;">Attack roll - 1d20 (16) + 8 = hit. <br/>Damage - 1d6 (4) + 3 = 7 damage.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Occupied as he is, Jelani is unable to avoid - or perhaps even see - the red and black streak that suddenly collides with him. He can, however, feel that razor-like claw on Porua's inner toe digging very, very deeply into his thigh and ripping outwards - leaving a nasty, red gash in it's wake. It hurt, and it hurt ALOT.<br/><br/>"Spit her out, dog. You've got bigger problems."<br/><br/><br/>Jelani -<span style="color: #008000">40/47</span><br/><br/>(Part 2/4)