Stats

The RP has a total of 5 lines, 337 words, and 1769 characters.
The average line consists of 67.4 words that themselves average 4.25 characters taking about 6 minutes, 40 seconds.
Gwyndolin said a total of 2 lines, 95 words, and 488 characters.
Gwyndolin's average line consists of 47.5 words that themselves average 4.14 characters taking about 9 minutes, 40 seconds.
Gyro Tech said a total of 3 lines, 242 words, and 1281 characters.
Gyro Tech's average line consists of 80.67 words that themselves average 4.29 characters taking about 3 minutes, 41 seconds.

00:34 GyroTech could feel the cool metal tray shift beneath him as the platter that carried him is lift up into the air and then set down on the table with a large clatter. The pink feathered peacock gryphon with a light blue cat back half shivered in his bindings, unable to make much more than a squeak through his gagged beak. He had no clue where he was or how he'd ended up here as the dish is placed on a wooden table among several others.

00:40 Gwyndolin rested his head on a talon looking to the smaller griffon tied up on the platter with a small click of his beak, raising a brow, Although he didn't seem to ask questions... others saw a birb.. gwyn saw an appetizer~

00:43 GyroTech blinks as he's suddenly flooded with light, the lid to the platter is lifted and all around him he can see other covered dishes. Off to the side he can see a boat of some sort of sauce. His eyes soon gravitate towards the larger gryphon at the head of the table, with no other staff lurking around. He makes a pleading noise and gulps as he sees Gwyndolin's watering beak.

00:57 < GyroTech> (Boop?)

00:57 Gwyndolin looked to the meal and leans in close, giving him a long slow lick, the tongue soft yet slimy, leaving a slick trail as he tasted the tied up bird~ Gut rumbled and he decided not to waste any time. Opening it wide he gripped at you squeezing your head into that open maw!

01:01 GyroTech shivers as he feels the slimy warm gonue running over his pink featherds and across his his head. The spit beads and flows down his body as Gwyndolin tastes his lovely sweet feathers that coated him. The gryphon certainly tasted like an appetiser. The tiercel gasps as he suddenly finds himself staring down the pink slimy flesh behind the hard beak befor being plunged into darkness as it seals around his head. He lets out a chirp in protest, muffled by the beak and the gag.