[Grapple check 1d20 (13) + 17 = 30]<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Stupid mutt thinks she can get away, eh?</span>Sherani's grip around the coyote turns viselike as she adjusts her grip, switching to a crushing bear hug that pins Sheera's arms useless against her sides. "Fat chance, lady. I told ya, a real pred keeps goin' until they got a meal in their belly. And I'm just about ready ta finish this." Her fanged mouth yawns wide, preparing to engulf the terrified canine...<br/><br/>[Vore check 1d20 + ...<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>NocturneWolf wrote:</cite>"Funny how quickly the tables can turn, huh?" he whispered into her ear. "If only you had known what people like you had done to my life, if only you had known how people like you had taken all that I held most dear, then maybe you would have thought twice. But you didn't know, and for that I'll give you a second chance. You're no common street thug. The raid was too organized for that. If some new operation is taking shape in town, I'd love to know about it. Show me the bigger picture, and I might try to convince this young lady here to let you go."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>...%@#?!]<br/><br/>Sherani grimaces as best she can in her current position.<span style="font-style: italic">Dammit, guy! Don't make me play Miss Nice Pred here... It's my first real meal in three days!</span><br/><br/>[Reason (Wis) 1d20 (1) + 1 = 2]<br/>[Instinct (Con) 1d20 (20) + 6 = 26]<br/><br/>In a secluded corner of her brain, Sherani's reason tries to persuade her against simply gulping down Sheera:<span style="font-style: italic">Hey, maybe this guy here has a point! The mutt came in here with friends, right? She's probably got more punks like this waiting for her somewhere- easy meals! Hell, she knew Jenzik's little buddy, right? If you let her off easy, you can eat yourself sick! Maybe you can even find Jenzik and give his cowardly butt the kicking it deserves for ditching ya!</span><br/><br/>Meanwhile, her instinct screams:<span style="font-style: italic">Food! FoodFoodFoodFOOD! <span style="font-weight: bold">RIGHT NOW!</span></span>It's a persuasive argument, and her rumbling tummy seconds the motion. So much for reason...<br/><br/>[Vore check (ingest)  (1d20 (11) + 15 = 26]<br/>[Vore check (swallow) 1d20 (6) + 15 = 21, higher modifier]<br/><br/>Sherani closes her mouth just long enough to give Ureck a response: "Find somebody else ta work over." Her piece said, she returns her attention to Sheera, wrenching her arms behind her back and pushing her into a kneeling position on the tavern floor. Standing spreadeagled over the terrified coyotegirl, she grabs her by the neck and tilts her head upward, giving her a heartstopping view of the tigress's massive, fanged maw descinding upon her. Her lips part, admitting the tip of her snout into the saliva-filled mouth. In her primal state, she can taste every element of the doomed canine: spilled blood, fear sweat, gamey fur... her tongue catalogues every flavor of her prey, playing over Sheera's face as it disappears, inch by inch, between the shifter's powerful jaws.<br/><br/>As her teeth reach Sheera's collarbone, Sherani adjusts her grip once again: grabbing under the armpits and tugging upward, cramming the thrashing canine into her throat. If there was any kindness in her touch before, it has vanished now; the connoisseur in her has had her fill, and all that remains is a ravenous predator: eager to cram as much raw, warm meat down her gullet as she can, as fast as she can. It's hardly a loss; the taste of armor has always disgusted Sherani, and she's all too happy to let her hunger take over for this portion of the task. Her jaws work in time with the throat muscles: squeezing, hinging open, allowing another handlength of leather and fur and flesh to disappear into her body before clamping down again to hold firm until the next swallow. In a matter of moments the coyote's torso and forelegs have vanished, leaving only a pair of digitigrade shins and feet twitching weakly. Placing her hands firmly against the coyote's paws, she gives one last push, forcing the last of her prey down her throat with a loud, wet slurp.<br/><br/>Her meal completed, Sherani staggers into an upright position, the fire in her eyes gradually dying down to embers of sated gluttony. She gives her bulging gut a good thump with her fist, enjoying the sensation of a prey-filled belly.<br/><br/>{Sorry if I'm getting ahead of myself here... I had an idea and didn't want to forget it before I got a chance to post. It looks like we're pretty much done with actual combat, so posting my actions ahead of time shouldn't throw anybody off (I hope).}<br/><br/>{Also, sorry to NocturneWolf... I didn't expect the dice to come up quite that lopsided<img alt="^^;" src="./images/smilies/sweatdrop.gif" title="Sweat drop"/>}