It was almost a comical sight - Kahmori wrestling with a reptile many times his own size and weight. Even at seven feet tall (Or eight, counting those tall, pointed ears) and easily two hundred and forty pounds, he was dwarfed by the immense bulk of the ancient reptile of which he now grappled. Even so, neither the size of his target, nor those incredibly dangerous claws and teeth, deter him even the slightest.<br/><br/>Despite the Kitsune's best efforts, it was not enough to prevent the friendly druid from once more spilling his own blood, the accompanying rush of heat and redness causing Kahmori's eyes to widen and jaw to drop. The sheer amount of blood that had been spilt...another gash, another open wound like that...and even the strongest of healing magics might not be able to save him. On his life...Kahmori had no intention of letting THAT happen.<br/><br/>Heedless of the claws and teeth that might be brought to bare against him, should he try to further restrain the struggling, squirming reptile, Kahmori fully bowls the enormous, scaled beast over, calling upon every ounce of strength his already-straining body could muster.<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;">(Grapple check - 1d20(18) + 20 - 38. Automatic success, I'm assuming, given Chrrou is no longer fighting back. Chrrou is Pinned)</div></div></div><br/><br/>"RrrAAAHHH!!" Grunting with exhertion, the Kitsune throws every part of his being into just keeping Chrrou from gutting himself, wraping his arms around the megaraptor's foreclaws, his legs - and even his tails - around the massive reptile's scaley legs, trying to prevent those sharp, disembowling claws from coming into play again.<br/><br/>With his quarry about as tangled up as the Kitsune can possibly get him, Kahmori glares daggers into the eyes of the scaled beast. Of course, he was also quite mindful of those jaws - by the gods, they were close. Those teeth looked sharp, too...sharp enough to take his head off in one clean bite....oy, this sucked "...Grrr...LISTEN TO ME, YOU WALKING LEATHER SUIT!" He resinches his grip, just for good measure, his entire body shivering with exhertion "Unless you tear me apart with those claws, I'm *NOT* letting go. Like...hell...I'm going to.." He squeezes Chrrou's arms together with his own, trying to prevent those claws from getting into any more scaley flesh "...Let you run in and try to save me...and die in the process. Better....take me out with you, big guy....cause...you ain't gettin' up! I'll hold your scaley as-"<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "Kahmori?" The reptile croaks, his voice ragged and quavering with teeth-gritting surges of pain. "....What happened? You can get off, I... oh..." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Buh?" The Kitsune's bravdo-filled little speech sputters to a halt, his eyes widening in surprize - somehow, he doubted the spell invoked any performance ability to 'play hurt', just to get a grappling kitsune off you..."Chrrou?! You hear me?" His Iron-like grip never releases, keeping the megaraptor pinned perfectly in place. However, it's no longer with the violent strength he'd exhibited before "You okay? Other than the big, bleedin' gashes, I mean?" He was NOT about to release the big raptor until he had assurance Chrrou once more had control over his body - hopefully, exactly what he had not.<br/><br/>Dropping his voice to practically a whisper, he leans in a little closer to those razor-sharp teeth, murmuring gently - and with an entirely new tone in his voice. Concern. Alot of it. "...Speak to me, big guy. You okay? C'mon, don't go dyin' on me..."<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;">(If Chrrou assures Kahmori that he is, indeed, in control of his body once more...Kahmori is going to release him from the pin immediently. Free action, I assume.)</div></div></div><br/><br/>(Assuming Heshaar was successful...)<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;">Even when Heshaar turns her attention - and that baleful glare - towards the struggling raptor and kitsune, Kahmori never releases his hold on Chrrou. His attention *IS*, however, momentarily brought to her - not so much by the growl, but by the VERY audible gulping sounds as she devoured her unfortunate, scaley meal. <br/><br/>~Haha, Narsc. Sucks to be you.~ Kahmori mentally quips - oh, how he wished he could laugh right in the face of that overgrown handbag...<br/><br/>The mental mirth degrades just as quickly as it had appeared...when Heshaar growls at him. Suddenly, he had a feeling she was looking at him a whole lot more like she'd looked at Narsc just before he'd went down the hatch - like he'd taste good...<br/><br/>"...Aw...hell." Kahmori whispers under his breath, giving the large canine a friendly, tooth-filled smile "...Good puppy?" He offers helpfully, even while wrestling with the big reptile in his grip.<br/><br/>No chance in hell he was going to let Chrrou disembowel himself. Ten wolves would not have made him release his hold on the raptor - however, the prospect of getting chewed on, or stuffed halfway (Or entirely) down a hungry canine's gullet held not even the slightest bit of enjoyment. Now, his attention is divided between four obvious threats - Chrrous hind claws, foreclaws, jaws...and a very angry she-wolf. All while wrestling with a reptile many times his own weight. While injured....<br/><br/>"....This is really not my day..."</div></div></div><br/><br/>Inside Kahmori's stomach...<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;">Whilst the outside battle rages on, the inside battle has almost drawn to a close. The belly of a spirit-fox was not exactly the most enjoyable place to be - especially when it devoured magic and psionic power just as readily as it did organic tissue, much to the dismay of many a powerful sorcerer or wizard who found themselves sent down the hatch of such a creature.<br/><br/>Even while wrestling with Chrrou, Kahmori could FEEL the movements inside of him. Feel her rapid, shallow breathing. The twitches of her arms and legs as she tried to hold back the powerful, crushing force of his stomach walls - but to no avail. Even without the steel-bending force behind those powerful gastrointestial contractions, the potent mixture of digestive juices would have spelled her end just the same. Every little twitch of her body, every movement, sent a little tingle of predatory delight tickling up the Kitsune's spine - how badly he wished he could just sit back and enjoy her struggles, enjoy the sensation of a full belly....<br/><br/>Unfortunantly, much like the unfortunate skunkfolk in his belly, he had struggles of his own right now.<br/><br/>No doubt, it was difficult enough binding psychoses to your will and releasing them in a timed manner that one could control. Trying to release such powerful entities while being crushed by a stomach, scalded by acids, and just generally being made into food for a hungry fox? Unfortunantly for Relm, it seemed like that was impossible.<br/><br/>Even more unfortunantly, the stomach she currently occupied could not have cared less if she was sane or not. It was able to digest insane creatures just as easily as sane ones - and enjoy it just as much either way.<br/><br/>(Auto-digest damage - 1d6(6) + 10 = <span style="font-weight: bold"> 16 damage</span>)<br/>(Ouch!)<br/><br/>Relm is unfortunate enough to find that out first-hand.<br/><br/>Her plaintive wail, the frantic movements of her body, the tried and failed manifestation of energy - it seemed to excite the kitsune's stomach to no end. As if stirred to action by the failed actions of the delicious little morsel contained inside it, Kahmori's belly gets to work on Relm with a vengeance.<br/><br/>The soft, slimy walls of his interior provide not even the slightest bit of comfort as they squeeze on her body from every angle, mercilessly trying to crush the life out of her, all the while ensuring a constant deluge of powerful, corrosive digestive juices coated every inch of her body, seeping into her rapidly-melting clothes, her mouth, her fur - whatever little bit remained of it.<br/><br/>The constant waves of digestive enzymes were not needed, however - the poor skunkfolk was practically sitting in a bath of digestive liquid, the corrosive pool of acid entirely encompassing her balled-up lower body, and easily filling the squeezing, rippling confines of his stomach up to just above her breasts. Every little twitch, every movement, only served to splash more of those powerful digestive liquids on her face, shoulders, and neck, her skin becoming raw and sensative as the furious grinding motions of Kahmori's stomach begin to break her still-living body down into a nutrient-rich mush which his body could more easily process. Slowly but surely, Relm was becoming food.</div></div></div>