[OOC: The idea behind this is that you will each receive a free vore feat, either predator or prey depending on whether you choose to eat or be eaten. These won’t take effect immediately, but I’ll let you know, and it will be before the next combat scene. You can go ahead and choose the feat anytime (although I mean to put a more comprehensive lists of feats up, as another recent game has added to the list of possibilities published in that word-document). I’ll try to do that soon.<br/><br/>If you wish to make greater changes to your character, you can make them at the end of this scene, and this can be interpreted as ‘developing to match your destiny’, either being adjusted by the stomach of the one whose eaten you, or ‘becoming more like what you’ve eaten’ if you ate one of the offerings].<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Oblation (for Xarces)</span><br/><br/>“My purpose,” Oblation says, “is to reward you in a way that will speed you on your destiny. It was written in the stars and the shardrings of Siberys.” [Xarces will be aware the the draconic prophecy can be discerned, in part, by observing the stars and the dragonshards of the ring of Siberys in the night skies above Eberron]. She smiles. “You will be… lightly changed, by this. Eat me, and you will become a better predator. Let me eat you, and you’ll become a better meal,” she blushes, softly, trails a fingertip down your chest. “Um… ‘let’ is just a courtesy. I<span style="font-style: italic">can</span>make you my meal, and if you don’t make me yours, I will,” she nods firmly.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Gift (for Alizome)</span><br/><br/>“Oh, I don’t know about<span style="font-style: italic">wrong</span>,” Gift giggles, eyes fluttering in unconscious pleasure as you<span style="font-style: italic">taste</span>her hand, tongue running between her fingertips. “You’re going to have a lovely dessert to follow a filling meal, and you’re going to be a stronger and more powerful predator, after. You’ll still be able to let a pretty smile ensorcel and swallow you, if you want,” Gift points out. “I mean,<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>am,” she continues, wrapping her arms about your neck and pressing her lips to yours, slipping her tongue down your throat… clearly willing to follow it in her entirety, should you start to swallow…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Tender (for Linda)</span><br/><br/>“Wow,” Tender says, studying Linda’s bloated body with wide eyes. “I hope you’ve left room for me. Um…” she pauses… “or we could do some<span style="font-style: italic">stuff</span>which’ll help your digestion and then I could have your stomach all to myself,” she giggles. “Ah,” she pauses. “<span style="font-style: italic">Sexy</span>stuff. You know? I’m willing to be a lot more than eaten,” she continues, not a bit shy.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Taste (for Aethon)</span><br/><br/>“Um, yes,” Taste agrees, as Aethon hauls himself into the room. “I mean, I wouldn’t put it<span style="font-style: italic">quite</span>that way,” she blushes as she considers Tender, and the snakegirl object of her sister’s affections. “But, yes. Yes,” she studies Aethon with eager eyes, for a moment, before blushing and glancing away. “Yes,<span style="font-style: italic">please</span>...” she pleads...