Stats

The RP has a total of 17 lines, 1392 words, and 7575 characters.
The average line consists of 81.88 words that themselves average 4.44 characters taking about 9 minutes, 20 seconds.
Palshife said a total of 8 lines, 542 words, and 3002 characters.
Palshife's average line consists of 67.75 words that themselves average 4.54 characters taking about 12 minutes, 4 seconds.
Serilde said a total of 9 lines, 850 words, and 4573 characters.
Serilde's average line consists of 94.44 words that themselves average 4.38 characters taking about 6 minutes, 35 seconds.

16:38 Serilde lounges on a warm rock near her nest, sunning in the bright sunny light of day. Her brown wings are half splayed out to soak up the rays, and her masked face lies on top of a pair of powerful talons with her golden hind legs and tail stretched out behind her. The normally alert formel is instead dozing there with her eyes closed, purring gently right on the edge of passing out.

16:50 Palshife flies high in the sky, her belly tightened with hunger. Slow flaps of her broad wings keep her aloft as she scans the ground for something suitable for her sonsiderable appetite. The sight of the earth-toned gryphon makes her belly rumble, and her muzzle creases in a grin. Yes. This will do nicely. As the gryphon starts to doze, the dragoness banks downward in a dive.

17:00 Serilde 's tail flicks behind her, the only sign of life, besides her heavy breathing of her body. She's still rather not terribly alert as she lays there, until she feels a dark shadow cresting over her form. Her eyes snap open, especially as she hears the rushing of air past wings, just in time to spot the azure form daring towards her.

17:00 < Serilde> She begins to pull her legs underneath her and folds her wings to her side, but she would not be fast enough to spring out of the way and avoid the impact.

17:06 Palshife reaches out with claws, slamming into Serilde's feathered and furred frame with a heavy thud! The gryphon is a bit larger than she anticipated, but even as the bulk of her came rushing into view, the dragoness felt she could take her. She lets out a roar of delight, and her maw gapes and lunges forward to catch the gryph's beak in it.

17:15 Serilde screes in pain as she feels the claws slam into her flesh, putting small into her body where blood begins to trickle from her and rolls across teh ground to end up pinned with her back on the ground. The formel lets out a loud roaring growl of her own that emanates from deep within her chest as she glares up at the equally sized dragon. Her claws reach out and grab at the dragon's neck as she darts it down toeards her beak. The hot breath of the dragon comes down as the formel gets a glimps down that eager gullet, but her grasp stops it short, while her hind legs kick up against the soft scaled belly to roll her over, with trained percision.

17:19 Palshife lets out a strangled sound, her roar abruptly cut off, her lunge stopping with a snap of her jaws mere inches from the gryphon's beaktip. While she had the element of surprise, she does not have the element on strength, not on this gryphon. She snarls as she's kicked in her soft, scaleless underside and flipped over onto her back, the lanky blue writhing in protest.

17:25 Serilde growls ferally as she feels herself roll over on top of the dragon. Her hind legs to wide to create a base, while she brings a forearm to rest up against the dragon's throat. Her free arm pulls one of Palshife's talons flat against the ground. Her eyes narrow as she locks eyes with her would be predator and gives a little smirk. "You should not have done that. I've taken out fiercer things than you before breakfast." The near her neck curl to prick against the soft flesh.

17:34 Palshife puts her untrapped forepaw to the gryphon's chest, claws digging in as she pushes up against the other quaddy. She grimaces and wheezes, her air cut off by the pressure at her neck. She can hold her breath for some time but this was rather uncomfortable. She glares up at Serilde and snaps her jaws at the gryphon's ear. "And I've swallowed prey as large as you," she retorts.

17:43 Serilde licks over her beak as she glares down at the dragon. Her forearm keeps the dragon from getting anywhere near her head as she snaps, holding the creature down strong. She grunts as the free claw comes to press into her feathered chest but keeps the weight on, wishing that she had a fifth limb. "Oh, is that how it is then? Think I'm just going to let myself stew in your stomach?" She growls out. Her beak forearm comes up off the neck and instead reaches behind, to help pull Palshife's head towards her, while her beak darts forward, wide open and dripping with drool from the pink flesh that lines it before coming to rest with the dragon's snout in her warm maw.

17:57 Palshife still has her pride, even pinned underneath the larger female licking her beak at her. "I expected you to put up a decent fight, as a creature worthy of being a dragon's prey," she says with a snort. It doesn't occur to her that the gryphon is thinking along the same lines. Her eyes go wide as Serilde's beak gapes before her, and thrashes underneath the gryphon as her snout is trapped inside.

18:01 Serilde clenches her beak down, bringing the sharp tooth at the edge of it rather threateningly against her forehead as she feels the dragon begining to flail beneath her, a warning that if she gets too menacing things might a little messy. The gryphon grunts and shifts on top of the dragon to counter her struggling movements as the wet tongue laps over the scaled form of the creature. Pressing a little further forward, she feels herself climbing up over the horns and causing the snout to press to the back of her foul, fishy smelling throat before it opens up with the first loud wet gulp.

18:22 < Serilde> (boop?)

18:23 < Palshife> (( Sorry, RLed for a bit! ))

18:23 < Palshife> (( Palshife isn't scaly at all by the way. :y ))

18:24 < Serilde> (Ah sorry >.< I'm on my work comp...and reading profiles on my phone (Since F-list is naturally blocked) is difficult xP)

18:24 < Palshife> (( No worries~ ))

18:25 Palshife grimaces in pain as the sharp point of the beak pieces into soft hide. A trickle of blood runs down her brow, blotting out her vision before the gryphon's maw does. Blind and in pain, she struggles all the more. And when the wet warmth of Serilde's gullet wraps around the tip of her muzzle, it takes all the gryphon's strength to keep the dragoness pinned.

18:30 Serilde takes another quick gulp as she feels the dragon's snout begining to press down into her hot slick gullet, slowly drawing that sharp beak down around her neck as the entire head begins to bulge out in her feathered neck. The formel grunts and groans, joining the noise of the swallows in Palshife's ears as she struggles to hold the dragon still. Her muscles strain and ache, especially as the free claw pierces her chest, drizzling warm blood between two, but she holds strong.

18:42 < Palshife> (( That was annoying. ))

18:50 Palshife twists her head about, turning her horns this way and that, doing little to stop the slimy gullet inching up and over them. She grows all the more frantic, panicked warbles issuing from the billowing bulge along Serilde's gullet. It was clear to her the gryphon had no intention of stopping, and that she may very well see her end in the pit of the formel's stomach if she doesn't wrest herself free. Hindlegs kick out

18:50 < Palshife> and swat against the gryphon's haunches, and her tail lashes about to beat against the other female's hindlegs.

18:56 Serilde clenches down with her beak, piercing the flesh once more and pulling the neck towards her as she settles back on the dragon, using her hulking form to help settle down her haunches now that enough of of her prey was in her beak that she wasnt going to get free. In truth the bird hadn't actually been all that hungry when the dragon stumbled across her, but she was going to force the beast down anyways for her insolence.

18:56 < Serilde> Her beak darts forward, straining as the first couple feet press down her thick throat, allowing the dragon's snout to press down into her slick crop in her chest, opening up just a bit. She was nearing the dragon's shoulders now as her hot drool dripped out over her.

19:04 Palshife swats her head about in Serilde's crop, trying to trigger some manner of gag reflex. She's swallowed this much without spitting up the dragon, even with her twisting about, and maned neck tickling her gullet. Her haunches are pinned under furred bulk as she's dragged up underneath Serilde, her free forepaw clawing and pushing before it can be pulled into the gryph's beak.

19:08 Serilde grabs at that free foreclaw with her now free claw, since it no longer has to pull the dragon's neck towards her. Grabbing the m both now, she forces them down towards the great dragon's sides as her beak bites down on the shoulders. She twists her head back and forth, slowly squeezing them into the fleshy insides of her muscular throat which begins to press them to her body as well. The dragon's head puts enough pressure at the far edge of the crop that already she begins to find herself sliding through the short span to the far fouler smelling chamber beside it.

19:27 < Serilde> (boop)

19:42 < Palshife> (( Blerp. Apologies. ))

19:43 < Serilde> (Even if you do get back...i think we'll have to continue at another time...my mood is trashed due to this fucking projoect fighting me at every turn.)