<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;">Don't worry about it Nocturne! IRL always comes first, it's more important than any game, no matter how fun. Besides, these affairs are a trifle slow-moving in nature anyways, so if you need to take your time now and then to sort stuff out it's no problem.  <img alt=":wink:" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/></div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>NocturneWolf wrote:</cite>Four deep red marks were left alongside Theron’s neck before another four were drawn along the top of his chest. As the trickles of blood inevitably began to spread the wolf’s grin widened into a toothy smile. This was far from over…<br/></div></blockquote><br/>Theron knew was letting this drag on too long. He'd gotten too sloppy, he shouldn't have bothered getting into a slugging match with the wolf - he was easily as strong as himself and fairly experienced. It'd turned into a war of attrition too quickly and whilst he was sure he could win such it was far from an optimal win. He should have utilized the tanglefoot bag earlier and made things much easier on himself.<br/><br/>No sense in wasting time on "could have" or "should have" though, he had a fight to win.<br/><br/>A yelp escaped Theron's muzzle as he felt the claws dig deeply into his fur in spite of their magical fortification. That<span style="font-style: italic">hurt</span>, he could feel the blood welling up, soaking into his fur and clothing. He would pay for that, and Theron had just the right means to do so now that he had the wolf grappled.<br/><br/>Ignoring his bleeding wounds he pulled Brion closer, crushing his body against his own as his maw yawned open wide, long tongue rolling out like a welcome mat as his fangs rushed forward to blot out all light and seal him into a wet, fleshy prison.<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;">Theron Makes an Ingest Attack on Brion!<br/><br/>Ingest Attack (1d20 + 14): 20 + 14 = 34 (Nat twenty! Awesome.)<br/><br/>Brion must beat <span style="font-weight: bold">DC 34</span> or be ingested.</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">If the Ingest Attack is Successful</span><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;">Theron murred deeply in delight as he felt the wolf's muzzle slide into his waiting maw, his jaws easily parting to accept Brion. His body seemed to come alive as he pulled the wolf's flesh into him, his grip unbreakable, jaws permitting Brion to move only one direction - inward. It'd been some time since his last, live and wriggling meal, subsisting on naught but rations for some time - for he was a hunter of Men, not beasts, and as such 'fresh' meals had been quite scarce, particularly when one was bound by a moral code like his. Hot, thick drool washed over Brion's face as Theron eagerly fed him into his maw, drawing his tongue slowly through the wolf's drool-soaked fur as his teeth dug into his flesh just enough to give him leverage to pull Brion in deeper and deeper.<br/><br/>He wanted more. He <span style="font-style: italic">needed</span> more, and he was sure he could manage getting the wolf further if he just summoned a bit more of his reserve strength...</div></div></div><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;">Theron makes a second ingest attack with his second attack (at BAB +3, rather than +8):<br/><br/>Ingest Attack (1d20 + 9): 7 + 9 = 16<br/><br/>Brion must beat <span style="font-weight: bold">DC 16 </span>or be swallowed (time to hope for a grade A screw up by Brion  <img alt=":lol:" src="./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif" title="Laughing"/> )</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">If the second Ingest attack is successful...</span><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;">Gripping Brion's body tightly Theron began to walk his jaws lower and lower over his body, quickly forcing the canine's head past his maw and into the tight confines of his throat, the smooth muscle rippling powerfully as it tried it's best to pull him in deeper and keep him from escaping back up the dog's throat. Before long Theron could feel Brion's head passing the spot on his throat where his claws had sunk in deep, wincing a bit as the pain of having the wolf bulge out that wounded area washed over him, but it was a trifle compared to the pleasure felt by tasting the wolf and feeling his desperate struggles for freedom, for his life. Vain struggles that he would soon end. <br/><br/>His cheeks bulged as he worked the wolf's shoulders into his mouth, the widest part of his foe, and as he lifted the wolf up slowly, he knew he'd reached the point of no return for Brion - it would be impossible to struggle free with his shoulders inside and arms pinned. Putting his strength to full use he lifted the wolf high and threw his head back, letting gravity do his work for him, working against the lupine and dragging him down into the welcoming warmth of his body. Theron let out another deep, rumbling murr of delight as he felt the heavy body of the wolf sliding down into him, deeper and deeper. Unfortunately he hadn't the time to enjoy his meal - there were still rogue elements running about that needed to be neutralized - and so contented himself with the taste of the wolf's body as it slid over his tongue rather than taking the process slow and savoring it. <br/><br/>It took only a few moments, though it seemed longer than that, before Brion's nose bumped against the tightly closed ring of flesh that led to Theron''s stomach. A moment passed before it relaxed, letting the wolf be squeezed into the tight, muscular sack, quickly filling it out as Theron felt the wolf's body vanish from his jaws, legs sliding down his throat, the canine snapping his jaw shut just behind Brion's footpaws. <br/><br/>The dog's stomach was already readying itself as Brion's body came to a rest inside him, the acrid stench of digestive fluid in the air as it started to ooze from the walls, flesh stirring, ready to start churning and crushing...</div></div></div>