Stats

The RP has a total of 35 lines, 3213 words, and 17763 characters.
The average line consists of 91.8 words that themselves average 4.53 characters taking about 7 minutes, 0 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 20 lines, 1760 words, and 9360 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 88.0 words that themselves average 4.32 characters taking about 5 minutes, 46 seconds.
Terris Fulsi said a total of 15 lines, 1453 words, and 8403 characters.
Terris Fulsi's average line consists of 96.87 words that themselves average 4.78 characters taking about 8 minutes, 28 seconds.

08:10 < Terris> The silence skatters!

08:13 GyroFeather makes his way into the bar, taking a seat near a mouse, before ordering a mimosa. He gives a little wave at the other.

08:19 Terris Fulsi twitched his radar dish ears and then his gaze towards the feathered cat-like creature and cutely waved his little paw back. The mouse took a little sip of his glass of water complete with an umbrella... which is probably the most expensive drink the little mouse could afford

08:24 GyroFeather meets the eyes of the furry rodent and then looks him up and down, before his gaze shifts to the clear drink with an umbrella. The bird gives a little laugh and shakes his head, before turning to the bubbly orange drink that arrives. "Isnt it a bit early to be drinking straight vodkay?" He asks with a snort.

08:28 Terris Fulsi blinks. "Vodkay?" the little mouse retorted, turning to look down at the bar "oh... hehe, no, mousey doesn't drink alcohol, this is water. Mousey sleeps for days if mousey drinks the portions they serve here". He smirked and swallowed the last gulp "besides, never know who or who's bed you'd wake up in in the morning around here"

08:32 GyroFeather snickers and then flags down the bartender. "Water? Here, let me get you something a little more interesting, I insist," the bird says, before ordering him a mimosa as well. "Trust me, the bar tender right now has a rather light touch, and I think you're a little naive to think anyone who leaves here with someone else wakes up in another's bed."

08:38 Terris Fulsi watched the bartender place the glass before him and politely bowed his head to them and then to Gyro most graciously. "Thank you" he responded without even a hint of being rude and refusing a gift of any kind. His nose poked into the glass and sniffed at the sparkling liquid with curiosity. It was sweet, like fruit, Terris' favorite. With barely a pause the little mouse tilted the glass back and took a sip... and then a small series of gentle slurps. "Oooh... are you sure this is alcoholic? This tastes like a yummy sparkle juice"

08:41 GyroFeather tips a little more of his own into his beak, watching out of the corner of his eye with amusement as the little guy seems to enjoy his little treat. The gryphon scoots a little closer to the rodent now, grinning at the edge of his beak. "Sparkling wine and orange joice, so in a way you're right about it being just fruit juice."

08:48 Terris Fulsi placed a half empty glass on the table top with a little *clink* and turned to the gryphon with a cute and giddy smile "Churr, thank you so much, mousey will have to remember that. Ma... mo... sah" the mouse repeated to put into memory before looking back up at the gryphon and pulling down his glass again "Mousey's name is Terris, what's yours?"

08:55 GyroFeather gives a soft chirp and raises his crests up to full mast at the gratitude. He fluffs up his feathers waves his tail behind him. The bird then gives a talon to the mouse to shake and says, "I'm Gyro~ and mimosas are rather lovely are they not?" His tail then begins to curl around the mouse's rump.

09:01 Terris Fulsi wrapped his paws around one or two digits on the gryphon's talon and politely shook it with a cute smile "it's wonderful to meet you Gryo, and they are lovely" the mouse giggled, tilting his head back to take one last long swallow of the intoxicating drink which left the mouse making a high-pitched purring kind of sound in the base of his throat. "Oooh... they make mousey feel funny though" he said, giggling and twitching a finger playfully at the tail coiling around his side, oblivious to why it was doing so "churrr, mousey might like feeling like this more often"

09:09 GyroFeather pulls the mouse a little closer to him during the shake and then releases the paw grip, to bring it up instead to stroke over one of those large ears. "Is a nice feeling isnt it? Just let yourself fall into it, and everything is more enjoyable~ Have you never had alcohol before?" He asks, slowly running curling the tail around the digit poking at it.

09:16 Terris Fulsi melted into Gyro's gentle friendly pull and let himself sink softly into the gryphon's feathered chest. He giggled, gently tugging his finger once or twice until his very sensitive were caressed, sending a shiver down the mouse's spine which was amplified by his intoxication. "Oooh... churrr... it's a wonderful f...feeling" the mouse managed to answer while his body simply sunk into the wonderfully warm plumage "no... n...never... churrrr"

09:22 GyroFeather keeps Terris pressed against his warm fluffy chest, carrying with it the gentle scent of fruit. Gyro gently runs his talon over the soft fur, caressing his claws around the rodent's neck and running the soft fluffy tail up his back. Gyro leans forward and steals a taste of the mouse's head, passing it off as a playful lick, and taking in his scent as well. "Its a shame you've finished yours off like that, but I think that I might be willing to treat you to more~"

09:28 Terris Fulsi purrs. A rumbling vibration was sent through the caressing talons tantalizing the mouse's little throat. His eyes slowly closed with bliss and his face gently buried itself into the wonderful feathers of the friendly beast. The dry tongue licking over his head made the mouse shiver once more and in return his little lips parted deep in the Gryphon's layer of feathers and a tiny pink tongue darted out to give his buried skin friendly little licks in return. "More?" giggled the mouse, tilting his head back to stare up at the gryphon with those big, beautiful, innocent eyes

09:33 GyroFeather opens his mouth and lets the mouse stare up into his hot pink maw behind his yellow beak, letting a bit of drool string down and his hot fishy breath waft over the mouse's snout. He then closes it, and laughs, reaching over to drain the last of his as well. "Yep,~ More! Some of mine I think~" He says with a purr, curling his feathered blue wings around the mouse in a hug, a very possessive hug, and yet he keeps up his gently scritchings and teasings.

09:41 Terris Fulsi retreated, perhaps with a bit of an uncharacteristic delay, but the wide open beak filling gaze made the mouse squeak softly and lower himself instinctively into the soft feathers for protection from their owner. When the gryphon turned to finish his drink the mouse leaned to one side with some confusion and attempted to wiggle back to his seat so he could ask when the friendly creature meant without feeling so intimidated but the mouse found a big thick wing blocking his path and strongly nudging him back in against the cuddly gryphon. "B... But you drank all of yours" the little mouse chittered, softly sinking into his plumage again, resolving to trust the teasing beak as nothing more than a joke "churrr... it's... all in your tummy like mine"

09:45 GyroFeather holds the mouse tight even as he tries to pull back into his own seat, making sure to keep his prey pressed tightly against his own feathered chest. Gyro lets out a soft purr that rumbles into the mouse's form. "Oh, probably not all in my belly. Some of it is likely in my crop still, he responds with a grin. All of it is probably reachable for you though. You're pretty slender. Let me help you get to it~" He says, opening that beak wide and letting the dark tunnel come into view again. Thsi time though, it continues to get closer to him, as a splatter of drool falls out onto his face.

09:55 Terris Fulsi raised his ears curiously, listening to Gryo's explanation, he'd heard birds had these crops but he didn't have good knowledge of them. His head twitched lightly to one side, little paws just starting to gently caress the bird like chest once more when the beak above him opened once more which caused Terris to cringe again. He twitched when gooey drool landed upon his cheek and the mouse turned to wipe it onto his shoulder. It smelled sweet just like his drink and as the beak insistently wrapped around his head the mouse carefully raised his head and gently pressed it inside with little paws cautiously coiling little fingers just inside the beak's rim.

10:01 GyroFeather slips the beak around the mouse's head till his snout presses against the back of his gullet. In addition to the fruity scent, he certainly had a stale fishy scent to his breath and drool. Suddenly the beak closes tight against the mouse's forehead, holding his paws into it as well. The bird gives a loud glck, drawing the first of the rodent into his hot muscular throat, followed by the bird pressing a little further on. His talons and wings hold his prey tight, intent on not letting go till he leaves here with a rodent who certainly wont be waking up his bed the next day.

10:08 Terris Fulsi wimpers. The beak snapping around his head made the mouse flinch and panic immediately. His head yanked backwards finding his head fastened tightly in place and his little paws helplessly ensnared as well. The mouse squealed in panic and a leg kicked against the wings engulphing both of them, his tail flailed, coiled and uncoiled from the trapping beak trying to find a way to coax Gyro to let him go but what could the mouse do against such a crafty, large predator?

10:12 GyroFeather opens his beak long enough to dart his his head forward and engulf more of the poor rodent, but not a moment longer, this time as he swallows, the hot flesh grabs upon the paws too, holding them tight in his throat, which began to bulge from his form. The tongue slathers all over Terris's neck as it pulls the flavor off and coats him in hot drool. The bird certainly had no intention of letting his breakfast go at this point. He'd already fallen for his charm and his flavore was quite delectible.

10:20 Terris Fulsi blinks. Any onlookers would see them mouse's terrified little face for a split second when Gryo's beak darted open and scoffed more of him in the blink of an eye. The room was filled with half a second of a high-pitched, freely flowing squeal which was muffled harshly by Gryo's beak, tongue, flesh and feathers a moment later. The mouse pulled and thrashed his little head from the gaping throat coming inwards to clutch upon him making a head-shaped bulge within those beautiful pink and blue feathers which thrashed... wiggled... twitched... and finally went almost still when he was clamped in place.

10:26 GyroFeather gulps quickly along the mouse as he feels the movements still from the mouse, eager to get his tasty little treat down while it proved to be of little struggle. He gives Kalnareff a glance of acknowledgement but that's it before returning to his meal. His talons clench along the treat's side, slowly helping to raise the tasty rodent up from his seat. The hot muscles clench and squeeze upon his prey, working the hot smelly drool into his coat and helping to slick him down further, sliding his beak all the way down to his meal's belly.

10:32 Terris Fulsi 's Little footpaws scrambled against Gryo's feathered body, a little squeal begging for freedom escaped through the muffling feathers just as Terris' feet slipped from the stool and flopped into the opening from between his wings leaving the mouse suspended by his clamped belly. Paws grappled around the short soggy tongue but it was no use. If the mouse didn't realize it yet, he'd find out soon enough. He was food, he was nothing more, and he'd been claimed.

10:37 GyroFeather twists his tongue around the paws in his mouth, playing with them teasingly. He then lets an inch or two fall form his beak to give the rodent some sense of hope, before then flicking his head skyward and letting gravity help move the meal down towards his belly. Already his snout pushes out into the hot crop in the gryphon's chest, which, true to his word, has a bit of mimosa left in it yet. His talons stroke up and down his prey's thigh, slowly teasing him as they sink down into his hot dripping beak. Soon, only the foot pads remain free.

10:52 Terris Fulsi could hardly see. Dim light brushed the thick darkness aside for the mouse as he slid his eyes open in the gooey throat opening before his face. He was becoming very dazed and confused now, but the strong scent of decayed fish and further fermenting sweet alcohol drove the mouse to remain aware of his surroundings, whether he wanted to be or not. The walls closed again, squeezing ever so slightly backwards through the gryphon's throat, was he going to let him out? Was the mouse safe? He harshly pulled his legs up and hooked his knees into the bird's beak to pull himself out of the gryphon's throat... but it didn't give, it didn't release him... he squealed loudly once more before sinking into whimpers and cries for help as the gryphon threw his head back with graceful experience and let the helpless thrashing mouse slither deeper down his throat, crying at the predator's teasing touches until his kicking legs were nothing more than a set of twitching, clasping toes dangling from his triumphant beak.

10:58 GyroFeather curls his tongue around the soft foot pads of the mouse as they enter his beak, slathering them up in his hot drool and then pushing them back into his gullet. The beak clacks shut, and almost simultaneously, the bottom of the crop begins to open up. If he'd thought that chamber was foul, the scent of bile added to the mix would make it ten times worse. Steadily the muscles squeezed him deeper, massaging him down towards the end of the chamber, beofre pressing him a short hop away into the caustic burbling stomach beyond. The acidic air fills his snout as the stinging fluids rub into his body. All the while, the gryphon begins to massage over his wiggling meal with a talon, purring. "I hope you enjoy you're mimosa in there~ I know I rather enjoyed my tasty little meal~"

11:15 < Terris> [Noooo! my whole post lost to a browser crash! >.<]

11:16 < Vaughn> [sub]get pranked[/sub]

11:17 < Farzhaquillies> What a shame

11:17 < Terris> [re-write!]

11:21 < Gyro> (Dam D: that stinks)

11:21 Terris Fulsi gagged and spluttered as the long wet throat muscles claimed him and deposited him in the gryphon's belly. His paws instantly scrambled against the confining stomach walls and he squealed and screamed at the top of his lungs "Please let mousey out! mousey not food! Mousey don't want more mimosa! Please Gyro, please please!". His squeals were replaced by a heavy spluttering cough when he breathed in, taking a heavy dose of pungent, acidic air which stung him from the inside out. The goo around him seeped into his fur and latched onto his skin leaving the mouse whimpering from increasing discomfort and pain rather than his incessant begging to live.

11:30 GyroFeather cared not for his meal's sputters and cries and instead flags down the bartender for another drink. He soon begins to chase the rodent with a second mimosa as his powerful stomach walls clench and squeeze around the poor creature's form, massaging him into the fluids. "You are fine food indeed~ A wonderful breakfast for a hungry bird~" he purrs out, following that with a belch, that briefly drowns out the other organic noises of the gryphons body. His tail sways behind him as he rubs over the mouse's form.

11:39 Terris Fulsi responded with something barely audible or understandable but it seemed scared and defeated. Terris was now no more than an enjoyed experience and a task for Gyro's belly to deal with and when the air escaped the mouse's company his body went still, tightly compacted into Gryo's strong stomach without an inch to move or an ounce of air to breath. There would be the odd twitch, perhaps a tiny paw pressing a barely visible lump behind his feathers, but soon enough the mouse succumbed to the will of the gryphon and sunk into his final silence ready be broken down and digested once and for all~

11:44 GyroFeather gives a little sigh when it seems that his prey has finally gone still. He finishes up the last of his drink and makes his way over to the couch, his belly swaying all the while. With a lazy chirp he settles down upon it and closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep while his gut goes to work, stripping the little guy of all his meat and rounding him out in his belly.

11:45 < Gyro> (and now I must run off. Gnight Terris)

11:46 < Terris> [nighty night Gyro <3]

01:07 GyroFeather gets from the couch he's laying on, his stomach looking much smaller now as the remains of the rodent have gurgled away. He rolls to his feet and stretches forwards and backwards, brushing his tail against Arin's face in the process. He feels a couple needs tat need to be met and slowly trots towards the bathrooms, before pushing his way in.

01:24 GyroFeather pushes open the doors to the restroom and then makes his way over to one of the stalls. Finding a suitable sized one, he hops up onto the porcelain throne and pops a squat. His tail flags and he closes his eyes, relaxing his tailhole. Hot squishy muck falls from his rump, plopping down into the water with wet farts. Slowly a steaming pile grows beneath him, smooth and brown, stripped of anything that might have identified it previosly as a rodent, save for the occasional hair that his system failed to trap. The foul smell fills the air, buring his own nose, as a couple more liquidy remains flow out. Finally the bird is done and he whips his blue butt before hopping off, looking down to survey the damage. Ahh, such pleasant relief to have that blockage cleared, and even moreso as he begins to poor forth a golden stream, which runs down the side of the pile, before pooling around the rim. With a sigh he finishes and grins down at the form.

01:25 GyroFeather grimaces. Now comes his least favorite part of dealing with the remains of his prey. The bird begins to cough and gag, causing a slow bulge to rise up his throat, before beginning to peak on out of his beak. The slimy white mass can be seen at the back, before he expels it, dragging the sickly taste of his own stomach acids across his tongue before it falls into the pile, sinking only slightly into the brown mass. Specks of white bones, including a skull that is very distinctly rodent, poke from the mass of slimy white fur to grin out at whoever may see it. Then, the bird closes the lid and leaves the mess without flushing, a surprise for whoever may uses the stall next. A quick wash of his claws and he trots back out of the bathroom.

01:26 GyroFeather trots back out of the bathrooms with a swing in his hips and a grin on his beak. Giving a couple waves to the patrons, he trots back to his couch to look around the room and get settled back where he'd been before.