| 1:27 Divane: |
**Lazily glides into the clearing,
pulling off an actual landing instead of a crash, though far from
graceful.** |
| 2:35 Merit: |
*scuttles in, leaping up onto
a rock and sniffing at the air, whiskers a-twitch* |
| 2:44 Divane: |
**Sits up a bit straighter against
the tree he's sitting against, waving a wing at the mouse.** Yo. |
| 2:47 Merit: |
*chitters and curls his tail around
his waist* Hey mister! You seen any cheese 'round here? |
| 2:52 Divane: |
**Raises an eyeridge slightly.**
In this place? Heh, sorry, dude, mouse food isn't all that common
'round here. |
| 2:54 Merit: |
*sighs mournfully, shoulders slumping*
That figures. Lots of people, no crumbs of anything. Seen anything
edible round here then? |
| 2:58 Divane: |
**Ponders that request and can't
quite help smirking slightly. Hops up from his seated position into
a crouch.** Sure. Just about anything around here is edible. |
| 3:00 Merit: |
Great! *rolls his eyes* A mouse
starves, the world makes jokes. Rocks and dirt and even wood just
don't sit well with me, mister gryphon. |
| 3:04 Divane: |
**Chuckles and shifts his weight
slightly, shifting his wings.** Don't blame you, I wouldn't eat
a rock, either. **Runs his tongue along the edge of his beak.**
I'd much rather have a mouse, myself. |
| 3:07 Merit: |
*huffs and folds his furred arms
across his chest* Rock'd just hurt anybody's teeth ... *does a double-take
at the gryphs words* Whaddya mean? *nervously, his tailtip flicks,
a paw seeking it out to comfort it with a few strokes* |
| 3:10 Divane: |
**Smirks, dropping into deeper
into his crouch.** That's the way things work around here, "mister
mouse." **Thinks briefly that he oughtta give the mouse a chance
to run, but quickly decides otherwise. Flares his wings out and
launches himself toward the rodent, talons stretched out before
him as he pounces at his intended prey.** |
| 3:15 Merit: |
*stands on his rock, beady black
eyes studying the gryphon* Crap! *he realises just as the gryphon
leaps that he ought to pay more attention to his instincts, although
hunger made him more bolder than usual. He ducks and scuttles off,
down the far side of the rock from the leaping gryphon, scampering
in a rapid run along the floor* |
| 3:19 Divane: |
**Hadn't counted on the mouse
dodging away at the last instant and lands heavily on the rock with
an "oof!" Growls to/at himself and gathers himself for another pounce,
beating his wings against the air in pursuit of the fleeing rodent.** |
| 3:23 Merit: |
*just scampers off hurriedly,
sprinting across the muddy ground of the clearing towards the thick
brush and deeper cover at the edge. His ears are folded back against
his skull as he runs* Frickin' >huff< stupid >pant< gryphons
... *he slows partway to the edge to check where the gryphon is,
not hearing chasing footsteps* |
| 3:27 Divane: |
**Had angled his flight path slightly
upward, keeping his eyes fixed on his target. Was waiting for the
rodent to either stop or at least slow down, pretty sure now that
he wasn't going to try changing directions. Gauges his prey's speed
and dives toward the ground, hoping to intercept him. Unless the
mouse is looking upward at all, only a whisper of wind through the
gryphon's feathers would give him away.** |
| 3:34 Merit: |
*slows a little more in his headlong
run as not only can't he hear the gryphon, he can't see him either.
Alarms going off in his head, he skids to a stop and ducks, fearing
the gryphon had pounced already. He's thankful though when nothing
happens, looking up and scanning the sky for sign of te fierce predator,
and seeing him only just then diving down low!* >SQUEAK!< *ducks
and cowers again, praying the gryphon would somehow overshoot him* |
| 3:39 Divane: |
**Squawks at the evasive ducking,
having to flare his wings out to keep from sailing right over top
of the mouse. Far from graceful -- as usual -- he doesn't so much
tackle the mouse as crash into him. Manages to get his arms wrapped
around his target though, partially curling around him as they both
tumble through the underbrush. Just holds onto his catch tightly
once they roll to a stop, panting heavily.** I've... gotta work...
on my... pounces... |
| 3:49 Merit: |
*grunts as he feels the gryphons
claws and then arms snag around his ducking body, and then lifted
bodily off the ground for several seconds. His furred and struggling
body kicking and scrabbling through the gryphons fur and feathers
as he's held tightly, whiplike furred tail streaming behind him
in the air in that tumble* >gluk< Argh! Oh ... ohshitohshit!
*realises he's actually caught and the tumble never loosened the
gryphons grip on him any* |
| 3:57 Divane: |
**Still sprawled out on his back
holding his prize, he keeps an arm securely wrapped around the mouse,
trying to keep his arms from getting loose. Undoes the button of
the rodent's jeans with his other talon, yanking the zipper down
and working the shorts off, casually dropping them. Plants the free
hand on the mouse's hip, sliding his other hand down to the other
hip, keeping both of his prey's arms securely pinned to his sides.
Grunts at the repeated kicks from the struggling mouse and tries
to hold him up away from his body far enough to avoid the paws.
Smirks at him and licks his beak again.** Nothing personal, just
hungry. |
| 4:04 Merit: |
*bucks around in the grip, squite
a squirmy mouse as many rodents are. Even with his arms pinned,
he gives the feeling of almost slipping free* Hey, what do you think
you're doing? *growls, his fright turning momentarily to anger as
his shorts are casually stripped from his body, leaving him to shiver
in the colder air, feeling - and looking - exposed when he's held
up like a trophy in front of the predator. His whiskers twitch repeatedly,
tail swaying and flicking down at his ankles, twining around one
of his legs as he stares back* Y-you wouldn't want s-something else
to eat instead, would you? |
| 4:09 Divane: |
**Doesn't pay the mouse's protests
the slightest bit of attention, just opens his beak widely lowers
the kicking feet toward his face. Pauses momentarily, just long
enough to answer.** Dude, cotton tastes really bad. Mice taste a
lot better, trust me. **Grins triumphantly and tastes over
his prey's feet and tailtip with his thin, avian tongue, almost
immediately starting to purr with pleasure at his catch for the
night before taking his prey's feet and most of his lower legs in
his beak.** |
| 4:16 Merit: |
>SQUEAK!< *he squeaks loudly,
bare footpaws that were previously kicking now being lifted to try
and avoid the beak and tongue that tastes at the dainty digitigrade
paws* Don' wanna trust ya! Lemmigo! *again he struggles, his tail
uncurling from being twined tightly around his leg to sway freely
in agitation, wailing when feeling his furred footpaws and legs
being taken in by the birdy beak* Ohhh shiiiiiit! Lemmigo! Don'
bite me! I've been a good boy! |
| 4:22 Divane: |
**Can't answer the mouse now without
letting go of his feet and legs, so he doesn't even try to reply
apart than purring a little louder. Runs his tongue eagerly through
the rodent's fur, slurping it into a matted mess against his skin
as he licks over and savors his prey. Tightens his grip on the squirming
morsel just a little, making sure he won't be going anywhere but
down the gryphon's throat. At least he isn't biting. Swallows hungrily
at the mouse, squeezing his feet tightly together as they're drawn
down into his gullet. At the same time, he pushes down around the
rodent's body, stuffing his thighs down into his parted beak to
be tasted at and soaked down for his trip into the predator.** |
| 4:30 Merit: |
*feels muscular movements of the
tongue bathing his legs in saliva, feeling the limbs grow kind of
slightly heavier as he's tasted* F-for ... goodness s-sake, this
is going t-too far - you're s-scaring me ... *indeed he's acting
scared, trembling in your firm hands as he tries extricating his
legs from the beak again. Then comes the hungry swallow, both footpaws
snugged together by the tight throat* Ohmygaaawd ... *stares down
at you with shock on feeling the swallow, suddenly realising your
plans for him* Y-you're not g-going to ...? Are you? |
| 4:36 Divane: |
**Grins around the mouse's legs
and nods a little to answer him. Continues purring loudly and happily
around the mouse he caught, taking another slow swallow around his
legs to pull the thighs down into his throat and his hips down into
his beak. With the mouse securely held in his beak, he shifts his
grip with his talons to only hold his prey's wrists. Lifts the rodent's
arms over his head, taking both wrists in one hand while using the
other to slide the shirt up over his head. Deftly switches hands
to keep his grip on the wrists while pulling the shirt the rest
of the way off and dropping it beside the discarded cut-offs.** |
| 4:46 Merit: |
*his feet wriggle around in the
throat of the predator, feeling the warm wet slickness surrounding
them, quite unable to properly kick. Still stares in quiet shock
at the gryphon into whose beak his legs are vanishing as another
slow swallow is taken, leaving him hip-deep in the gryph* >whimpers<
Ohmygaaaawd *he repeats, quite unable to believe what's happening,
well only able to sway his hips from side to side as you peel off
his tee-shirt, leaving him as bare-naked as the day he was born*
B-but ... But I'm still alive! How could you?! *he flattens his
ears against his skull once more, flicking his tail around that
hangs partway out of your beak* |
| 4:54 Divane: |
**Clearly doesn't mean anything
by it and doesn't focus on anything in particular, but he certainly
isn't bashful about tasting his prey; anything inside his beak gets
slurped at and licked over and soaked with his saliva to make for
easier swallowing, regardless of how sensitive the region is. Doesn't
seem to mind that his prey's still alive either, since the mouse's
protests don't slow him down in the least. His dinner firmly secured,
he almost lazily takes another gulp at the rodent, the mouse's hips
bulging the gryphon's neckfeathers out a bit more. The mouse's belly
and lower back slip easily down into the beak, more of the mouse's
tail being pinned against his back.* |
| 5:02 Merit: |
*gulps softly as his eyes grow
wide and his struggles slow on feeling the warm tight wetness encasing
his loins. Without entirely meaning to, the mouse's little member
begins to swell within his sheath, feeling the gulping throat and
neckmuscles squeezing around his hips as he's swallowed more* Damn
... *he whispers at feeling his arousal despite his imminent demise
within the gryphon, already pretty much food for the mythical beast
with his arms being held above his head. He shivers, despite the
encompassing warmth as he's gradually devoured like a helpless ...
well, like a helpless mouse* I th-thought it was only s-snakes which
did this ... |
| 5:09 Divane: |
**The mouse's squirming and wriggling
inside his throat coax a long, satisfied mmmm from the gryphon,
blissfully half-closing his eyes at the sensation as he runs his
tongue through his prey's fur. Noisily slurps around the rodent
as he takes another deep gulp around him, dragging him down between
his beak until only the head, arms, and part of the tail can still
be seen. Apart from the struggling bulge underneath the neckfeathers,
at least. Only needs the one hand to keep hold of the mouse's wrists
now, presss the other to his distended throat, purring deeply at
the feel of the living morsel trapped within it. The purring and
slurping almost drowns out his prey's comments.** |
| 5:36 Merit: |
*moans with a mixture of that
arousal and quiet fear as the gryphon tastes his mousey goodness,
feeling the slim tongue tasting and matting down more sleek pale
fur. He's well able to not only hear the gryphons enjoyment of his
body, but also feel it, feeling the rubbing of his form through
the throat that greedily pulls him down more and more* Oh man ...
*barely able to move now his wriggling just jiggles the digestive
tract slightly* |
| 5:41 Divane: |
**Happily laps his tongue over
the mouse's upper body, his purring vibrating heavily around his
prey as the powerful muscles surrounding him ripple him toward the
waiting stomach. His eyes slowly close the rest of the way as the
unfortunate mouse is slowly pulled the most of the rest of the way
into the gryphonic beak with a loud slurp, only the hands still
outside. Blissfully laps over the mouse's head, arms, and the last
few inches of his tail, letting go of the wrists and poking the
protruding hands down between his beak and closing it around his
prey and sealing him fully inside.** |
| 5:48 Merit: |
Ohhh gods, nooo ... *he breathes
as he's swallowed deeper, quivering twitching whiskers tickling
the inside of the beak as his shoulders are sucked into the throat,
seeing the inside of the beak - from the wrong side* Shitohshitohshit,
this can't be happening to me. It just cant! *he wails that
littany through the loud purring that surrounds his head and drowns
out his squeaky voice until even his head is snagged by the powerful
throat, rounded ears pinned flat against his skull by the slick
rippling muscles. All what's left are the blindly groping hands
as finally they're released, but unable to get hold of anything
but the tongue as they're poked into the beak like a dainty morsel* |
| 5:53 Divane: |
**Purrs and mmmms with great satisfaction,
lingering over the last mouthful of his prey and sucking at him
almost like candy. Laps slowly over the hands of the tasty mouse,
relishing his flavor for a moment longer before sending him down
the rest of the way into his gullet with a long, rippling gulp.
Ahhhs contentedly and rubs lightly at his throat as his still wriggling
prey glides through it. There's a brief pause in the mouse's progress
as his feet press against the entrance to the gryphon's stomach,
but the delay is only momentary before the paws are squeezed through,
continuing the rodent's short journey. Murmurs mostly to himself
with a smirk, though his prey can almost certainly hear him as well,
even over the purring.** Yeah, mice definitely taste better than
rocks. |
| 6:01 Merit: |
*trapped in the hot pulsing throat,
the mouse continues his unheard litany in the darkness. Trying to
disbelieve everything makes no difference though as the mouse's
hands are easily slid off the slender avian tongue and swallowed
up, consigning the rodent to his fate as food for a hungry gryphon.
Squirmy little struggles continue within the throat as he tries
fighting against the pull-squeeze-push of the muscular contractions
that just push the meal easily through the gullet to the belly;
his wriggling movements quite easily felt through the thick feathered
throat that the gryphon rubs. The words he hears are of no real
comfort as he's pushed more and more into the gryphons belly by
the strong muscles, his living body warming the gut with his living
presence. |
| 6:10 Divane: |
**Doesn't feel inclined to move
right away after his meal, just stays laying there where he'd wound
up after his graceless catch of his prey a short time earlier. Continues
purring happily, very clearly pleased with the mouse he just devoured.
Rests his hands on his belly and the bulge the rodent's tightly
curled body makes inside it, kneeding lightly at his swollen gut
to help stimulate digestion and ease the discomfort of a meal nearly
half as large as himself.** |
| 6:16 Merit: |
*is curled up inside the gryphons
surprisingly capacious belly, wet and slimy from his trip down the
predators oesophagus. Squeaks and a few grunts of fright and displeasure
don't secure his release, neither do the few wriggles and straining
presses he makes against the confining bellywalls. He might be able
to distend one part against the constricting muscles, but the moment
his strength gives way the belly just snaps straight back into place,
the meal still captive within. The kneading massaging rub of his
body within the smelly stomach just roll him over and round in a
helpless ball, gradually dousing the wet mousey fur in the slowly-gathering
acids* |
| 6:22 Divane: |
**Makes another quiet little groan
of pleasure at the squirming inside his belly, the fact that his
dinner is still very much alive as he begins to digest him not appearing
to bother him. The gryphons kneeding and the mouse's struggles against
the surrounding muscular walls stimiulating a steady flow of acids
which would be felt first on the hands and paws of the doomed little
mouse, there not being much fur there for the acids to have to go
through first, though it doesn't take long for the mouse's entire
body to start tingling.** |
| 6:28 Merit: |
*his struggles and squirms in
the tight hot belly grow rather more frantic as he begins to feel
the first sensations of tingling on his bare hand and foot paws,
shaking them as best he might in the tight confines to try and be
rid of the sensation which never leavs him, just gets steadily worse.
Rolled and massaged around, the acids seeming to soak into his fur
and cling to him, he squeaks loudly. Of course to the gryphon he's
nothing but food now, the first vestiges of digestion affecting
him whilst he's still very much alive. Paws knead and push more
frantically at the bellywalls, but his strength is beginning to
ebb, the muscles proving far more powerful than what he himself
is* |
| 6:34 Divane: |
**The building acids relentlessly
attack the mouse's body, the tingling quickly growing into itching
as it starts eating into the rodent's flesh, and then from itching
to burning as the flesh starts dissolving. The stomach treats the
mouse's body no differently than it would any other lump of meat,
not caring that this particular lump is still alive, churning and
steadily working on converting the still living rodent into raw
nutrients that the gryphon's body will be able to use. The gryphon
continues to purr, still kneeding at the bulge the gradually liquifying
mouse makes inside his body.** |
| 6:44 Merit: |
*squeaks plenty more times but
the strength in them is growing less and less as pain just makes
the rodent curl up into a tighter ball, trying to avoid the digestion
by the expedient method of curling up into a tighter ball. It doesn't
work though. Those acids and then churning stomach strip the fur
from his body, those little hairs shedding as the skin starts blistering
with the relentless attack from the digestive juices. The struggles
have all but stopped by then, little more than any other inert piece
of meat. Still living, but perhaps for not much longer, the tender
parts of the mouse's anatomy slowly begin to melt like ice, gradually
being dissolved. Indeed, there's not much left identifiable of the
raw lump of quivering meat to identify him as a mouse besides being
a rodent of some sort. But very soon, not even that as his life
is strpped away from him much as the flesh is being stripped away
from his bones* |
| 6:54 Divane: |
**He sighs quietly, a soft and
contented little noise, giving his distended, gurgling belly a light
little pat as his prey's struggles weaken to feeble twitches and
then ceace altogether as the acids disintigrate most of the mouse's
muscle tissue. At least it's probably not as painful as it was earlier,
with most of the more sensitive nerves having already succumbed
to the digestive process of the gryphon. The bulge in his abdomen
softens as the dying rodent's form is gradually taken apart on a
very basic level, his internal organs starting to dissolve in the
acidic bath with nothing left to protect them. There's soon not
enough left of the gryphon's prey to still be alive, though the
Swamp's powers will likely keep the mouse's death from being permanent.
The bulge is now shapeless and round. The mouse's acid-etched skeleton
tumbles in the churning stomach with the rest of the mostly digested
remains, though soon not even that will dissolve in the relentless
onslaught of digestive acids.** |
| 6:59 Divane: |
**Groaning quietly and satisfiedly,
he slowly sits up, rubbing at his belly again before pulling himself
up to his paws. He stretches with a long, quiet yawn, spreading
his wings. He quickly abandons the notion of flying out, though;
the burden in his stomach weighs him down so much that he's barely
able to walk, let alone fly. The full and happy gryphon slowly waddles
off out of the clearing, heading for his den for the night.** |