Stats

The RP has a total of 15 lines, 582 words, and 3232 characters.
The average line consists of 38.8 words that themselves average 4.55 characters taking about 3 minutes, 21 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 7 lines, 340 words, and 1855 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 48.57 words that themselves average 4.46 characters taking about 2 minutes, 38 seconds.
Palshife said a total of 8 lines, 242 words, and 1377 characters.
Palshife's average line consists of 30.25 words that themselves average 4.69 characters taking about 4 minutes, 4 seconds.

00:20 < Gyro> Bah, I just noticed you were on a little too late. Its Serilde. Feel free to give me a poke next time you're on if you wanna continue that thing ^^

00:21 < Palshife> Okie dokie~

00:22 < Gyro> I certainly did enjoy what we were doing ^^ and I hope you were doing such as well :D

00:22 < Palshife> I was!

00:22 < Gyro> Sorry about ending it last time. I was just getting a little stressed >.<

00:25 < Palshife> I understand, truly. Don't you worry at all cutie.

00:25 Palshife the Moogon pets a burd.

00:25 GyroFeather gives a soft purr and presses up against the claws, purring all the while.

00:27 Palshife the Moogon scratches lightly over the top of her head and smiles a bit. "Don't think I've seen a peafowl gryphon before."

00:31 GyroFeather gives a little chirp and shakes his head. "I dont think I've seen one either, and that's a shame~ I think they're rather pretty~"

00:36 < Gyro> Well if you'r ever in the mood for peacock you know where to find me :P

00:37 Palshife the Moogon runs her tongue over her lips. "Rrh, indeed..."

00:39 GyroFeather shivers as he notices that look. "Y-you've eated today right?" He asks, edging backwards.

00:43 Palshife the Moogon reaches down to grab the gryphon by his shoulders, dragging him roughly up into her lap. "Not yet..." she coos as she runs her thick, tongue tongue up his neck and over his cheek.

00:45 GyroFeather squawks as he's pulled up int her lap before he feels the hot tongue running over his body, leaving a thick glistening trail of drool, smelling of her breath. His feathers had a faint minty taste to them today, from his bath oils. "W-well...you will have to go elsewhere...I dont have any food on me..." he says, trying to worm his way out of her talons.

00:49 Palshife the Moogon digs those claws into his shimmering haunches and smiles down at Gyro. "Oh, I've got plenty of food riiiiiiight here..." The moogon's lips part and her head lunges forward to catch the gryphon's own between her lips.

00:50 < Gyro> (By the way, I will be poofing very shortly :V I've got a post or two left in another thing and then I ought to bed)

00:52 GyroFeather yelps as he feels himself suddenly surrouned in the hot drooling maw of the dragon right after she speaks. The hot stale breath washes over him as he squrims inside, inadvertenly working himself out of her claws yes, but deeper into her hot sweltering maw. "I-I'm not food! He shouts with fear as his heart pounds and throbs in his chest.

00:52 < Palshife> (( Let's pause for now then and let you rest. Unless you want me to finish him off quick. :v ))

00:52 < Gyro> (Quck is fine, this is just sillies :P)

00:53 < Gyro> (The other person is taking like 15 minutes between posts...for posts that should not take that long xP)

00:54 Palshife the Moogon shovels the poor gryph right down, pulling him into her mouth and swallowing his face down. She hefts him up above her, gravity yanking Gyro down her throat up to his haunches. She devours him with frightening efficiency, her powerful gullet yanking him quickly into the dark pit of her stomach, slurping down his legs and hindpaws until nothing but his brilliant tailplumage is left sticking form her lips.

00:57 GyroFeather squawks as he's hefted up skyward, sinking deeper into the hot slippery flesh that grips at his form. The walls undulate against his body, squeezing over his much smaller frame and dragging his saliva coated form deeper inside. He squirms as he's drawn down towards the stomach, with his head poking in and only his fancy plumage sticking out of her lips. The pressure is intense on his tail as the throat muscles struggle to draw him in deeper.

01:05 Palshife the Moogon keeps her head and neck straight up, swallowing firmly around her squirming prey, drawing in his tail little by little. She grasps her swelling belly in her arms, groaning with delight as the minty taste of him, loving how her belly bounces about as the gryph struggles against his fate as moogon pudge.

01:09 GyroFeather fights as hard as he can, trying to deny his ultimate fate, but it seems like nothing he does stops his descent. Soon he's forced to curl up in the hot, putrid smelling belly that burns at his lungs with every breath. The bird fights with all his might to get free in teh caustic chamber, but it seems that it's of no use. He's not going to escape his fate. Finally, the gryphon passes out, save for a bit of twitching.

01:12 Palshife the Moogon urp~ <3

01:13 < Gyro> i promise im usually more fun than that. its just late. shower time

01:14 < Palshife> Psh, just that little bit of cheese was plenty fun~

01:14 < Palshife> You clean up and go rest, we'll play more later. :3