Gyrus, a tall anthropomorphic gryphon, also had his wings tucked in. He was dressed up as Falco Lombardi, specifically, the character's costume from Star Fox Assault. It had taken most of a day, and a bunch of fur dye to get his head and hands looking right, the effect was definitely worth it. The red flight suit, and white sleeveless jacket and long boots looked well on him. His real, lionine tail was hidden under a fake feather tail, made from shed pinion feathers and dyed to match his face and hands.<br/><br/>They were playing Cast Iron Stomach's latest cover, 'Vore Room Blitz' so he moved out onto the dance floor, ready to shake his tail feathers.<br/><br/>'Oh, I see a pred at the back<br/>Who's ready to crack, as the prey on the floor is revealed,<br/>And a girl in the corner, just a sprig of parsley on her,<br/>Y'just know she'll be sombody's meal.<br/><br/>Oh, yeah, it was free-vore-all, right there in the dance hall,<br/>And the preds started prowling, as the music was howling.<br/><br/>Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah<br/>And the pred at the back said<br/>Everyone attack and it turned into a vore room blitz<br/>And the girl in the corner was<br/>everybody's dinner, as it turned into a vore room blitz<br/>Vore room blitz,  vore room blitz,  vore room blitz<br/>Vore room blitz...'<br/><br/>Gyrus was gyrating, and getting down to the sound, Cast Iron Stomachs had become one of his favourite groups for their unashamed exploration of the vore sub-culture. He even thought he saw their drummer here, dressed as Cheetarah, but decided it must have been some ofther cheetah anthro. She'd drifted off with a vixen dressed as Krystal who he'd wanted to talk to...<br/><br/>The brownian motion of the dance floor had brought him into the orbit of a cute, if skinny cat girl. He admired her costume, (what little there was of it), and her moves as they danced together.