The lithe warmblood<span style="font-style: italic">lunged</span>, taking the blackscale by surprise, and he was grappled before he even knew it. The two tussled, each drooling in anticipation of the meal to come... a meal only one of them could have, could be for the other. His size and strength made the outcome inevitable... and yet, the elf was<span style="font-style: italic">overpowering</span>him,<span style="font-style: italic">retaining</span>control even as he fought her for it, and soon (he knew) would come the attempt to<span style="font-style: italic">stuff</span>him between her lips, an attempt he'd expected to be making and now could only hope to resist...<br/><br/>{Sansuki, you can continue this scene without waiting for the others if you wish... I think it'll have a fun outcome either way<img alt=";-)" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/>}