A Hunting Game

13 September 2016

21:10 GyroFeather makes his way into the bar and settles down at one of the stools. He order's a sweet fruity drink and then sips upon it as he surveys the creatures that made up the clientele.

21:12 Alderbrand Schroeder snorted as he glared at Gyro. "Best pay for that." the bartender growled lowly, flicking his tail

21:13 GyroFeather rolls his eyes and tosses a couple of coins at the bartender. "What? I thought one of the perks of being a regular was to be able to tab it till the end of the night."

21:16 Alderbrand Schroeder snorted, "Do you need to be eaten?' He growled, making the coins disappear into the cash register

21:16 GyroFeather snorts at that and turns towards a patron. "Oh I'm sure this cranky guy will disapear down someone's gullet soon enough anyways."

21:35 Lacertius makes a face. "I had one of those once. Far too sweet... I prefer something with bite and body."

21:41 GyroFeather snorts at Lacertius. "Oh I'm sure there are plenty of things around here with more than a bit of bite."

21:42 Lacertius glances down at the rye whiskey still clutched in a claw. "Like this, I suppose? Or are you trying to imply I'll meet the same slimy end as you?"

21:43 Sofia Okoye just bent her ass down and began to shake it around while she dug for the items need and giggled out upon finding them, merely swaying her hips from side to side as she began to concoct the floats and simply rolled her eyes at the pair. "Boys boys...if you want to be eaten so badly I'll do it myself if it'll get you two to be quiet.~" Smirking a little, the zebra would top off the glasses and slide them over towards Maxwell and Ava. "Enjoy.~"

21:44 Lacertius chirps out a quiet laugh. "That would be...amusing. Though I'd happily push this little peacock into you."

21:46 GyroFeather narrows his eyes at Lacertius and snorts. "I'm saying you'll meet the slimy end that I wont." He turns back to his drink when he hears the zebra's proposition, followed by the raptor. The pink liquid falls from his beak back into the cup as he turns back to look at the pair. "I think not....He's way more filling than I'd ever be. I'm just a tiny little fuzz ball."

21:49 Lacertius grins at Gyro, showing his his teeth, while for totally unrelated reasons his talons flex and twitch. "You really think I look like a meal? Look at me. I'd tickle so terribly on the way down." The way he speaks is almost like he's serious about it. Almost.

21:54 GyroFeather gives a little snort at that and then gulps down the rest of his drink. "Oh, if its that big of a deal, I'm sure that a sutiable predator can pluck all those little things out. And then those scales ought to go down real smooth."

21:57 Lacertius tilts his head a little to the left, a ghost of a smirk on his maw. "Whereas of course, nobody would even look at a cute little thing like you, would they? I'm sure they're all going to come flocking my way and ignore the brightly coloured gryphon who looks like an 'eat me' sign."

22:02 GyroFeather rolls his eyes at the comment and then spreads out his pretty little blue wings. "Of course, its harder to catch something that isnt ground bound like a stupid lizard. Plus, One would have to contend with fur too, which is not nearly as smooth as scale."

22:04 Lacertius makes a slow nod, seeming to mull the peacock's words over, then drops his hand down in a flash to press against his pretty fur-and-feathered back, holding it light against him. "Seems rather easy to catch, actually..." he says in an offhand tone.

22:08 GyroFeather starts to hop off the bench as the hand drops down, only to come crashing back down on top of it as the claw strikes him. "W-well...I suppose you got me this time, but I'm sure that Mari over there would want something more filling such as yourself to pad her flanks anyways."

22:10 Lacertius lifts the hand again, letting Gyro off the bench, and clicks his tongue. "Maybe. She's welcome to try, I just wouldn't recommend it. I have a feeling neither of us would walk away feeling particularly happy. But if she went after a little feathercat, say... Well, at least one party would walk away content."

22:15 GyroFeather ruffles his feathers and shakes his body before letting them fall flat on his body as the claw leaves him. He glares daggers at the raptor and then settles back more comfortably into his seat.. "I think that Sofia would be more than a match for you, I've seen what that hungry zebra can do when they put their mind to it," he says with a snort, "You're probably all talk.

22:18 Lacertius smiles wider. "Whereas you seem to be all flash. I bet you taste as tacky as you look, and that's how you managed to last this long outside of one of these fine folks' belly~"

22:21 GyroFeather gives a little snort at that comment and then nods up at the raptor. "Yep, I'm sure I do...or maybe even tackier. That's why no one takes an interest in me. I prefer to find those to pad my own belly."

22:22 Lacertius glances over at the bull, and offers his own lazy wave. "Welcome to the slow day, little bull." His gazes turns back to Gyro and he cant help but stifle a laugh. "Ah, I see, you're a predator, are you? Well then I suppose this is just a reminder of that old saying about books and covers."

22:24 GyroFeather turns to Sofia with a grin. "You cant tell me you wouldnt want to have a go at this blustering fool, can you?" He asks, gesturing over towards Lacertius. "And of course you would think that. In your mind a pretty thing cant have a bit I'm sure."

22:25 Lacertius arches a brow at Gyro. "Am I really 'blustering'? That sounds more like yourself. And as I recall, the word I used was 'tacky', not pretty. Pretty things are more than capable, as I'm sure Sofia there can prove."

22:32 GyroFeather rolls his eyes and then flags down the bartender for another drink. "The only thing tacky here is your green and brown feathers. You look almost like a pokemon," he says with a snort. "Rather I think one pretty bird and a sad little raptor."

22:34 Lacertius lets his crest and tail-fan stand on end, showing off the feathers proudly. "This is called camouflage, little peacock, though I suppose you don't really have an idea of the finer aspects of hunting. I suppose your eyes must be poor, too, since you can't seem to tellthe difference between 'sad' and 'indifferent'. Or 'happy'."

22:42 GyroFeather groans at the raptor and buries his beak into the soft fruity drink, letting the sweet liquid fall over his tongue. When he finally withdraws he retorts, "The fact that you feel the need to actually hunt in a prey rich environment such as this speaks volumes about how successful of a predator you are. I just fan these out and let them come to me." He raises his fancy looking tail and spreads his feathers wide, displaying them rather proudly.

22:44 Lacertius blinks. "...you really think it would help me hunt in the city like this? In a place like this all I need to do is find a prey and...pick them up. Hunting somewhere where this colouration comes in handy is a skill reserved for my ancient ancestors. Or for a little bracing entertainment on a Friday night~"

22:50 GyroFeather grins at that and then adds, "Ah, seee, even you admit that your colorations have no impact on hunting. So why dont you try and improve your look and add some feather dye. It might make it so that your looks dont leave everyone seeing you adverse to your presence. All bluster as I said. You probably couldnt even hunt properly. You're a disgrace to your ancestors."

22:53 Lacertius reaches over and gives Gyro a very condescending pat on the head, ruffling his crest somewhat. "Ah, poor peacock, I understand now. You're either stupid, or you have a hearing impediment as well as those bad eyes. Did you not hear the last thing I said? Bracing entertainment on a Friday night? [b]That's[/b] when I hunt. And I mean really hunt, in a way you couldn't manage in your most feral dreams. I would wager you'd rather jump in a belly yourself than get your pretty little plumage splashed in mud."

23:00 GyroFeather pulls his head away from the talons the instant they touch upon his feathers. He looks a little disturbed at that and then reaches a talon up to preen his crest back into place. "You cant have it both ways now can you? For it to be both reserved for your ancestors and something you do on a Friday night because you're unable to find a date to take to something more dignified like the theatre. And both of those sound like rather awful choices. DO you know how long mud can take to clean from one's feathers?"

23:04 Lacertius nods. "Well, yes. Not that long, if you preen well and know how to scrub them right. And I don't do 'dates'. I'm looking for a meal, not a relationship."

23:08 GyroFeather grunts at that and rolls his eyes. "One doesnt need a relationship to have a good time with a girl, and taking them out to a show makes it all the more fun when you turn upon them. They get so sad to be used and discarded."

23:13 Lacertius shrugs. "If you say so..."

21:18 GyroFeather , Much Much later, Gyro Feather hops up to his back and nests in the warm feathers. "So...I wanna participate in these hunting exorcises you mentioned the other day. Where does one sign up?" He asks, with a slight coo to his voice.

21:20 Lacertius blinks as he now has a gryphon on his back. "You do? I'm rather surprised, I thought you didn't want to deal with mud and such?"

21:24 GyroFeather gives a little shrug and then says, "Well...I mean that stuff is gross. But I figured when I beat you I could force you to acknowledge my superiority and then give me a nice preening afterwards. So...when does this thing start anyways?"

21:26 Lacertius narrows his eyes and rears back, shaking, to topple the gryphon from his perch. "There is no 'sign-up'. I go out, I find a likely meal, and I hunt them. Maybe I'll pick up someone on the way to be the prey if I don't think I'll find a camper. But either way, this isn't that sort of exercise."

21:29 GyroFeather starts to tumble as Lacertius rears back, and then flares his wings to catch himself. He's a little unstable and off balance, but hasnt fallen off yet. "You mean its not some big social thing with preds? What's the point then?" He asks with a grumble.

21:31 Lacertius huffs and shakes his head. "It's just something that I do. Because it's fun, and because I like to stay physical." He gives some low rumble. "I'd never even considered some social gathering for it. That's the sort of idea that simply draws undue attention."

21:34 GyroFeather gives a little shrug at the comment and then relaxes once more on the raptor's back. "I mean...its not quite like predation is illegal anyways, so I figured there might be a club for it. I thought you silly little creatures were supposed to be pack hunters?"

21:38 Lacertius slumps down on his haunches, then onto his side, and rolls towards his back, threatening to trap the bird beneath him. "There aren't any more of me, so I have no pack to hunt with. Besides, it's hard for multiple raptors to swallow one prey whole."

21:41 GyroFeather is caught unawares as Lacertius rolls to his side and finds himself pinned underneath the feathery bulk of the raptor. "H-hey...Get off me...you're getting my feathers dirty and we havnt even started heading out for the hunt yet. Where does that usually happen anyways?" He asks, squirming beneath the heavy creature.

21:42 Lacertius twists his back, grinding the gryphon against the floor. "Let go of me, don't perch on me, and I'll get off you. And it happens out in the woods, whenever I want it to happen. And [b]we[/b] are not heading out for any hunt."

21:45 GyroFeather squawks as he is pressed down into the dirt, feeling the brown dirt working its way into his feathers. "F-fine...I wont perch on you again...even if you're big enough for it," he grunts, pushing at the raptor to get out from beneath him. "And why not? are you afraid that I"ll best you at your own game?"

21:47 Lacertius rolls back onto his front and pushes himself up to his feet, shaking. "Hardly. I admit those wings would be an advantage for you, but I don't think you've got the experience and the instincts for it."

21:49 GyroFeather takes a couple deep breaths to recover as he lingers down there, before shakily getting to his feet as well. He gives a snort at the raptor's words and then shakes his head. "Well you can tie them up if you really feel disadvantaged, but only after we arrive out in the woods, unless you're gonna carry me."

21:52 Lacertius raises a brow. "Why would I want to do that? That would be like taking away my claws. They're a part of us. Besides, I did just say I didn't think you had the instinct for it."

21:56 GyroFeather huffs and looks up at the raptor. He shakes his body and flutters his wings, casting dirt off on him into the air. "Well...you just said that you didnt think that was fair is all. Anyways, lets get going~"

21:59 Lacertius watches, his sickle-claws tapping gently at the ground. "Get going where? I already told you I wasn't going to take you on a hunt, and even if I were, I'm not hunting tonight regardless."

22:02 GyroFeather gives a long huff and shakes his dirty tail at the raptor. "But I thought you hunted every friday? Are you skipping out today? And why wouldnt you? Unless you think I'll catch the prey you're going for."

22:02 < Gyro> [sub]Take him on a hunt~ And then after binding his wings tell him he's what's being hunted for :D[/sub]

22:03 < Lacertius> ([sub]I thought you weren't interested in raptors :p)[/sub]

22:09 Lacertius pauses and claps his hand on the gryphon's back. "It's Thursday today. Are you really so muddled?" he scoffs, then gives Gyro a squeeze. Firm, but somewhat yielding. Actually a rather nice feel... "Hmph, but you aren't going to give up, are you?"

22:12 GyroFeather gives a squawk as he feels the grip upon his flanks and then turns to look up at the raptor with a frown. "Thursday? Surely you've got your days wrong." He then pulls away from the talon, though in the process it runs down to his toned rump. "No...no I'm not going to give up. This hunting intrigues me."

22:18 Lacertius gives that rump a quick squeeze. "I think not. I have a very good mind for days of the week." He gives another click of the teeth and runs a claw through the feathers of the gryphon's wing. "Fine. Fine, you can come along with me. We'll find a prey out there, I'm sure."

22:21 GyroFeather tenses as he feels the claws digging into his butt and then ruffles his feathers as the claws move through his silky feathers. HE thinks back on the weeks and then frowns. "I...guess you're right actually. I had to work on Sunday...I think that through me off." He then seems to light up at the suggestion, his tail coming up towards the sky. "Oh really? Sounds like fun~"

22:26 Lacertius has to make himself look more reluctant than he actually feels as he works through this idea. "Mm, yes, I rather hope it will be... Do you really think you can beat me with those wings tied up, though? It seems like it would be a terrible handicap for you..."

22:31 GyroFeather looks hopefully at the raptor and then shuffles his wings. He clenches his beak as he looks over his wings and then shuffles them. There was no way he could be as fast as the lizard without them. He looks a little unsure of himself now. "Well...I mean...I'd much prefer if I could get to keep them."

22:34 Lacertius strides off, his long legs easily carrying him out towards the city's edge and the forest that lies beyond it. "Really? After all that you were saying? Now you sound like you have more bluster than even I thought." He shrugs. "But, well... It's your choice, of course. It makes no difference to me, I can beat you with or without wing."

22:36 GyroFeather has to take several strides to match one of the raptors, already finding himself a bit overwhelmed at the speed he has to match. Still, the attack on his pride wasnt something he could abide by. "No, of course not. I can take you with both my wings tied behind my back still."

22:44 Lacertius shakes his head. "I really do doubt that. I doubt you could take me with them, though, so I suppose that's more or less a given, isn't it?"

22:46 GyroFeather gives a growl at that and then speeds up, pulling infront of the raptor without using his wings. "Oh I certainly can take you without them. Just you watch. I'll capture this prey first."

22:50 Lacertius smirks, watching the gryphon from behind his yellow eyes. "I highly doubt that. But go on believing that if you must, if it makes you feel better."

22:57 GyroFeather rolls his eyes, and waves his blue toned rump in front of the raptor's face unconsciously with each strut. They were making quite a bit of progress towards the edge of the city now. "You'll believe it to when I'm done with you."

23:02 Lacertius keeps his eyes on that rump, licking at his lips. "So you say, gryphon, so you say~" They pass beyond the city, out of the suburbs, and the raptor points Gyro towards a particular direction. "Head that way."

23:08 GyroFeather watches as the scenery goes by and already begins to wish he'd flown the distance as his legs were starting to get tired. "Do...you think I can ride on your back for this last bit? Just so I dont get lost, you know," he says, with a hopeful grin at the raptor.

23:13 Lacertius grins back at the gryphon. "If you want to avoid getting lost, the best thing to do is to walk it yourself. At least then your feet ought to remember the way."

23:25 GyroFeather rolls his eyes at that and then spreads his wings, taking to the air. "Fine...I'll do it on my own then. But I'm not walking the rest of the way. Its so much easier on wing."

23:28 Lacertius says nothing at this, just keeping his eye on the gryphon as they walk - and fly - though the trees. Eventually, though, they reach a clearing, where the raptor calls a halt. "This is where I put the start line. The prey runs from here with a headstart. If they reach the city before being caught, they win. Otherwise... I suppose you can guess. Now, turn around, and let me tie you, since you're so determined to take this handicap.

23:33 GyroFeather freezes for a second at that after they land looking at the clearing and then looking around for said preys. "So....where is the prey anyways? The only people we brought out here are me and..." The brid gives a little gulp as a light of recognition appears in his eyes. He shuffles a couple steps away from the raptor and flares his wings. "Wait...I thought we were competing to see who catches the prey first."

23:34 Lacertius rolls his eyes, tapping his claws impatiently at the leaf litter. "I told you, gryphon, that we'd find a prey out here. Do you not remember me telling you that I often hunt down campers?"

23:36 GyroFeather finds his anxiety calming down a bit at that and then lets his wings fall to the side. For all his bluster, the bird did seem a little jumpy around the raptor. He gives a little nod and then steps forward. "Right...right you did mention that. So I guess we find a couple and bring them here?"

23:43 Lacertius nods again, letting out a low huff. "No, we find just one. There has to be a definite winner and loser, no? We can't both walk away with a prize. Anyways, turn around, please. I need to deal with those wings. And we don't have time to do that while we're dealing with a scared, uppity prey."

23:46 GyroFeather nods in udnerstanding at the raptor. "I suppose yes, that'd make sense, and I guess they would bolt during that time woudlnt they?" He then turns around and fans out his wings for a moment, before folding them to get comfortable. "Alright...just dong go too tight with them." He wonders what the raptor is gonna produce to tie him up with...maybe one of these vines?

23:50 Lacertius rips a vine down and coils it around his hand, testing the strength of it, then nods. "I'll make sure it's tight enough that you can't cheat," he replies, winding the vine once, then twice around the gryphon's midriff, tying it off, making sure the knot is against his back, away from Gyro's reach.

23:52 GyroFeather grunts as he feels the vine pulled tight around his body, holding his wings snug, and yet not painfully so. He tests teh strength with his wings and then gives a nod as its pulled tight. "I wouldnt cheat anyways, what type of bird do you take me for? I mean...you've already gotten me dirty, so thats one myth put out to pasture. Anyways, shall we go find our prey?"

23:56 Lacertius pats Gyro on the head, scritching at the feathers. "I got you dirty by rolling you on the ground, not by you defying your own words." He nods at the question, though, and wanders around the clearing, putting on an exaggerated show before turning and stalking back to the gryphon. "Ah, here we go! Here's our prey!" he declares, smirking.

23:58 GyroFeather would have enjoyed the gentle scratching, if not for the condescending implications they carried. He then watches as the raptor wanders around the clearing, frowning at the feathered creature. "Well?" He asks, before Lacertius is up near him again. The gryphon blinks a couple times and stares confusedly up at the raptor. "Excuse me? I dont see anyone. We havnt gotten a camper yet..."

00:04 Lacertius crouches down, putting his head more or less on a level with the gryphon's, and his smile widens. "True, but you see... You had it right the first time." He reaches out, running a claw up the underside of that beak. "I know you wanted to try and catch a prey, but nobody goes camping on a Thursday night. Besides, the best way to see if you can beat me is to see if you can outpace me. No one has made it thus far, do you think you can~?"

00:08 GyroFeather feels his blood run cold for yet the second time this evening as he feels the claw running over his beak and then pulls his head away from the raptor. He squirms in his bindings and then looks back at them wtih a frown. "You know...on the second thought, perhaps I dont need this handicap after all. You did say yourself that with your hunting instincts it wouldn't be fair to me..." The bird has a shiver to his voice and the scent of fear practically eeks out of his pores as he stands there quivering. The bird certainly wasnt so high and mighty now.

00:11 Lacertius shakes his head at that, backing off a few paces, his tail swinging, the feathered, rudder-like end making the air hiss. "If I unbound you, you'd just fly up above the treetops, out of reach. Then I'd never be able to catch you before you made it back to the city. That seems too easy, if you ask me. A real test of your mettle is to see how well you do with the scent of death at your tail, without your biggest weapon. To see if you can improvise." His claws flex. "You have... thirty seconds. Better start running."

00:14 GyroFeather lowers his head and folds his crests flat as he hears the swishing of the tail and then hears the rest of te explanation. He shudders underneath the gaze, looking all around for some way out. He began to wonder if maybe raptors didnt know how to climb. Then he might be able to find a safe spot to pick at the bidnings. He opens his mouth to voice a protest when he hears the timer start. Instead what comes out is a loud squawk and then the bird dashes off into the forest, crashing through leaves and bushes, keeping an eye out for a suitable tree.

00:20 Lacertius sits back and lets him run, laughing out loud at the squawk and the rather loud sounds of the gryphon's 'flight'. "Twenty-five seconds!" he called out. He doesn't bother counting down the rest of the time out loud, merely counting in his head, until he hits zero, and then he lifts his head up and cries out, "[b]READY OR NOT, HERE I COME![/b]" before snuffling at the air, and takes off into the forest after him~

00:24 GyroFeather hear's the roar of the raptor as he calls out, sending a chill through his body. He has to get these damn bindings free if he's to make it out of here. Finally he sees a tree that he thinks he can climb and pounces up to the first branch, before begining to slowly scale up the sides of it. The cracking and rustling would be sure to let the raptor know exaclty where he was if he got close enough.

00:27 Lacertius tracks Gyro's scent, slipping through the trees almost silent despite his bulk, and after a short while he finds himself wondering if the gryphon is actually going to try anything crafty, or if he's just going to do the stupid thing, and try to run all the way? Then he pulls up short, snuffling at the base of the tree, and looks up, hearing the sounds of a frantic climb. "Ah, Gyro! Very clever! I imagine you looked at me and said to yourself, 'this stupid, feathery lizard won't be able to climb worth a damn, will he'?"

00:32 GyroFeather spares only a second of a glance down at the raptor as he continues his ascent. At the very least, even if Lacertius could, hopefully the gryphon would be able to get to smaller branches out of reach given his lower weight. The bird cat takes a couple more branches in stride as he starts to get up to the thinner ones. He then settles down and sticks his tongue out at the raptor. "I think I'll win this round after all. Stupid feathery lizard indeed."

00:38 Lacertius presses his hands against the tree, fingers wrapping around it, as he looks up at the gryphon. "Well so long as we're stuck here, I suppose you won't mind if I bore you with some paleontological lecturing? I find all the research very interesting, since many of them are more or less about me." He lifts a leg, showing off the largest claw. "For example, these claws. For years, palaeontologists thought they were slashing weapons, designed to open up throats and bellies and the like, but do you know? They went back on that, after they realised the claws have a point, but no edge. Do you know what they were actually used for?"

00:43 GyroFeather spares only a single glance down at the raptor before turning his attention to the vine wrapping around his wings. He tries to reach back and get his beak around it, but it seems that the raptor has tied it just up and out of his reach. He rolls his eyes as the raptor continues to rant and continues to try and nip at the vine on his wings. "Gah...just a little to far... And I think you can spare me the lecture."

00:47 Lacertius tuts. "Oh, humour me, would you? Anyway, they say they were likely stabbing weapons. Mostly to pin down smaller prey or anchor to bigger ones. Though there's a fringe theory, that comes from the fact that we're so light, like birds." His finger-claws sink into the wood, and he brings a leg up, the sickle-claw hovering over the trunk, and then sinking in as well, anchoring the foot like a crampon or an ice-axe. "Apparently, they could come in quite handy for climbing trees~" he growls, pulling himself up along the treetrunk...

01:10 < Gyro> (Fun point to leave off~

01:11 < Lacertius> (Indeed~)

01:11 < Gyro> (I hope you dont think you've got him quite yet though!)

01:11 < Lacertius> (We'll see what he's got~)

23:27 < Gyro> (poke!)

23:28 < Lacertius> (Gosh, how did you know!)

23:28 < Gyro> ( :P

23:29 < Lacertius> (Anyways, I do believe it was your post)

23:33 GyroFeather shudders as he feels the tree swaying beneath him as the raptor presses his claws into the trunk. He looks down at him and sucks in a deep breath as he hears the assertion and shakes his head. THere was no way that the creature would be able to climb up like that was there? And yet he seemed to be. In a panic, the gryphon then begins to try and catch the vine on a twig to manouver it closer to his beak where he could snap it off.

23:36 Lacertius keeps rising at a slow but steady pace, pulling and pushing himself up, anchored to the trunk, not needing to rely on branches, so on a tree like this it doesn't matter how high Gyro climbs; the raptor can follow. He draws closer, nostrils visibly flared as he drinks in the scent of fear and fruity feather oils. "If you have a plan, better put it into motion soon, little gryph~"

23:41 GyroFeather finally gives up on getting the vine against him as it seems that the wrapping is just too tight, leaving it just out of reach. He winces as he hears the taunting below and then casts his eye over to another nearby tree. He stalks out along the branch till he feels it begin to give and then leaps over to the next tree. He catches it by his forelegs and danlges there precariously, before finally managing to pull himself up onto the branch. It'd at least give him a little more time to put his plan into action.

23:44 Lacertius watches the gryphon leap, and he dares to release one hand from the tree to reach up in a frankly desperate attempt to snatch him out of midair... But Gyro is too far up, and he misses entirely, forced to grip to the tree as the gryphon crashes into the next one. He shakes his head and releases all his claws, dropping to the ground with a controlled impact, and stalking over to the next tree. "I admit, that's both clever and daring of you! But even if you hop all the trees from here to the forest's edge, you have to make a dash across open ground to the city!" he calls, as he sets his claws to this tree as well.

23:52 GyroFeather tenses up as he watches the raptor drop down to the ground. "And Maybe you'll hurt yourself falling fromt he trees as well!" He calls down. He grabs one of the pinecones off the branches and then beams the raptor in the head with it. "I just need to get these vines off of me and then I'll be home free." To that ends he saddles up to the central trunk and begins to grind his body up and down on the vines, trying to saw through them while the raptor climbed.

23:55 Lacertius is back to heaving himself upward again, though he does pause for a moment as the pinecone bounces from his head and drops down through the branches. He's still for a moment, the he shakes his head and snarls, bursting back into motion, hauling himself up even faster than before this time!

23:58 GyroFeather could feel the vines fraying as he runs his back up and down the tree trunk, getting closer and closer to snapping...but it looked like he wouldnt be ready before the raptor got within snagging distance again. The bird makes his way to the edge of the branch and gives another leap. As he does so, one of the new tree's branches slip between his body and the vine as he goes to land, catching him. The vine snaps underneath his weight, but without anywhere to land it sends him plumetting towards the ground. Gyro hits the leaves with a loud crunch, disoriented but free. If only he can get up before the raptor responds in kind.

19:00 GyroFeather squawks as he feels teh talons grip tighter, causing a bright red liquid to ooze out into his pink feathers and then glares at the raptor. "No...that was the prey's victory condition...mine was to catch the prey before you did and show you up. and yours was to catch it and put me in my place over being slower. If we hadnt found something...I could have come back tomorrow."

19:03 Lacertius nods. "Exactly. The prey's victory condition. You were - are - the prey. You were going to be the prey from the beginning, you insufferable little half-breed, since you were so insistent on coming out with me. And if you think complaining about it is going to make me think twice, then why don't you tell me exactly why I shouldn't do whatever I want with you now? What's going to stop me~?"

19:06 GyroFeather gulps at those words and then glances left and right, though there certainly would be no escape for him. "B-because...you're only taking me out and catching me off guard because you know I'd beat you in a fair attempt at hunting another prey," he reasons, a stutter in his voice and the smell of fear rising in the air mingling with his fruity scent. "Y-you didnt want to be humiliated..." the bird says, hoping to get underneath his ego.

19:15 Lacertius clicks his tongue and draws a claw over the bird's beak in what must seem like an oddly tender, affectionate gesture. "Doubtful. Oh, you'd have the advantage with those wings, this I admit, but you really don't have the experience you need for it. And if I were to pick, say, a six-foot, strapping, musclebound hunk you'd be so out of your league it would be funny. No, I did this because you're annoying, but you seem like the sort to make a good fuck and a better meal. So it seems like the perfect thing to do~"

19:20 GyroFeather gulps at this suggestion and then shakes his head. "H-how about a remach...this time with real prey, and if you win, you can eat me with them...even humiliate me for a week in front of the bar if you must...but if I win we forget about all of this. You have to pick a prey my size or smaller though," the bird says, desperately. He pulls his head away from the claw running over his beak and lets out a growl.

19:23 Lacertius nips at the feathery crest with his own shake of the head, the claw moving back down to rub at a furred belly, claws every so often just teasing him... "Oho, so now you're trying to stack the odds i [b]your[/b] favour, are you~? For shame, Gyro, after all the indigence you put on and all..."

19:29 GyroFeather shudders as he feels the nip upon his crest, causing a spittle of drool to drip down onto his form. "N-no...its just making sure that the odds are fair. Still the same scenario...you did yourself admit that my wings were just naturally apart of me...but I'll even give them up again." THe bird is practically quivering in teh raptor's grip as he feels the claws stroke over his soft fur. There was no way he was going to get free.

19:33 Lacertius is still for another long moment, thinking or perhaps just zoned out, but then he swoops his tail around and simply falls backwards, landing on his back in the leaf litter, gryphon clutched to his chest. "The thing is... I really need to eat someone tonight. My metabolism is a little hectic, you see, and I need rather large meals on a daily basis. If I were to let you go, I'd have to go and find another poor soul, and there's no guarantee of anything that way... Whereas on the other hand I have myself a meal right here at hand~"

19:38 GyroFeather squawks as eh tumbles backwards into the leaves and uses his new position to push his talons up against the raptor's chest. He feels the claws digging into his flesh as he does so, but tries his hardest anyways. "W-well...what if I helped you hunt this evening then? Surely between teh two of us we'll find something. Plus one night without food...it wont make you starve..." he argues back. "Where's your sportsmanship...?"

19:49 Lacertius is content to let the claws get the message across for him; soon it'll be too painful for the gryphon to keep trying to pull away, or else he'll just impale himself on them. "One night without food might just, actually. Well... All right, it wouldn't kill me, but it would not be pleasant, I assure you. And the last thing I want to do tonight is help you get a meal. This stopped being a game when you wouldn't take no for an answer."

19:50 < Lacertius> [sub]For some reason I feel like an appropriate response to your question would be something like "My sportsmanship died with my mother and father in the great gryphon attack of '97, you bastard!" :p[/sub]

19:50 < Gyro> [sub]hehehe thats kinda funny :B[/sub]

19:54 GyroFeather grunts and pulls up a little harder till some more warm red blood begins to trickle out of his flesh. He gives a cry of apin and surprise before his muscles give and he collapses back down against the feathery down. "N-no...I meant me help you get a meal. That's what you want right? I'll even buy you something if we cant catch anything...."

20:02 Lacertius clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "You said we could get enough for both of us, which implies that I help you in turn." His knees come up, parting Gyro's hindlegs, while a musky scent arises from his genital slit, as the first tip of a pink raptor cock shows itself. "I also want to be rid of you and your annoying, tacky self, though. And I want a fuck before my food~"

20:06 GyroFeather opens his eyes wide at this, though the fight largely seems to have left him, having it drawn out by the gashes upon his body. "T-tacky? I-I'm not tacky...everyone loves my colorations..." He wrinkles his face at the musky scent and whimpers, knowing exactly what's coming now as the pink shaft begins to extend. "I-I'll be happy to rut you if you want though...."

20:11 Lacertius is very quickly at full mast, the musky, slick length rubbing against Gyro's plush rear; the bird does seem to be telling the truth about his odd hunting abilities, that butt is really rather nicely padded~ "Oh, no, I was thinking I'd be the one doing the rutting tonight, Gyro. All you have to do is be a good little slutbird, and take all that I've got to give you~"

20:16 GyroFeather squeaks and cups his tail down over his tailhole, but its too late as the musky pointed shaft glazes against his pucker. The bird grimaces down a the predator and says, "B-but I thought you wanted me inside you...But if you dont...I guess I'll let you in down there before I take off"

20:22 Lacertius grins, a frightful expression that looks suddenly out of face on that long snout, as what passes for his lips pull back to reveal a mouthful of sharp, glinting teeth. "You'll be inside me soon enough, Gyro," he says, hips pushing up higher, while his hands force the bird back and down, slipping him onto the cock rather than trying to push in with his hips. Let gravity do a little work for once~ "I'm nice enough to give you one last...thrill~"

20:31 GyroFeather slides backwards at teh push, lining himself up with the pulsating member below him. He clenches his tail hole and glares down at the grinning raptor. The sight fills him with dread, causing both crests to finally drop flat against his skull as he sees the sharp teeth that rim the mouth. He sucks in a deep breath and shifs around, invariably helping Lacertius to penetrate him. "N-no...thats fine...I'd much prefer you in me..."

20:35 Lacertius just keeps pushing him back, eventually lifting the bird's torso up as the cock eases its way into him, and pressing down so that he's sitting on the length cowgirl style, on top but very definitely under the raptor's control. "Please, Gyro... Stop acting like you get a say in all of this~" he rumbles, foot-claws twitching, tailtip slicing at the air. The way the gryphon squirms against him is just...wonderful~ "Try to relax, and this will go so much nicer for you~"

20:45 GyroFeather gasps at the first penetration and then again as the shaft slowly slides deeper between his tight pucker till he rests hilted on the other creature's hips. He feels the cool scales around the slit soon come to rest against his pudgy rump and then pulls his head back from the raptor. "N-nicer? B-but you're going to eat me..." he says with a whimper. Still the sensation against his prostate steadily has his sheath begining to bulge as his heavy orbs rest upon the raptor's body.

20:49 Lacertius nods, not denying a single thing. "Of course. But that doesn't mean I can't deny you the pleasure of one last ride, does it? Come on, you're about to stew in a raptor's gut, why not enjoy yourself while you still have the chance~" He grinds his hips up against the plush rump, shifting his cock inside of that wonderful, tight hole, and his hands encourage the gryphon to bounce. Bounce, and bring himself to cum one last time~

20:56 GyroFeather pulls up and away as the talon's press into his belly encouraging him to lift off, and yet they tighten before he can get away, causing him to sink down once more on the sensitive length. Even though the bird knows he's being played with, he cant help but follow along, trying to avoid those sharp claws. And yet, his shaft betrays him as the pointed tip slowly begins to shift free. "Y-you're doing this more for yourself than me anyways..." he accuses.

20:59 Lacertius shrugs, then gives another nod. "Well, yes, that's very true, but think of it this way..." He pauses to shiver with delight, a little rolling, growling sound working its way up from his throat. "A-as I was saying... Look at it this way, I [b]could[/b] pin you down and demolish your backside without a single thought for your own pleasure, and it would get me off just as fast, if not faster. But I'm not, I'm letting you ride me, letting you get off as well~ Why question it? Get too uppity, and I will just turn you into a... what would you call it? A cocksleeve? Mmrm, yes, I could~"

21:04 GyroFeather winces at the threat, though still feeling rather indignant at the whole situation. He'd eaten countless preys and had always been good about keeping the larger predators off his back...and now he was going to go to some uppity raptor? The feathered dinosaur only gets a soft whine in response before the bird goes silent with downcast eyes. His shaft peaks out a little further until finally the pressure brings him all the way to full mast, with his half inflated knot hanging out.

21:08 Lacertius shifts his hips, making sure to grind himself about inside of the gryphon, but he leaves the bouncing to Gyro, while a claw teases at his now erect shaft, stroking a single talon along it or teasing the knot, but never enough to make him stop bouncing~ And with each movement of his hips the gryphon can feel the cock inside of him, smooth and slick, rubbing along his tunnel, putting pressure on his prostate every time it slips into him~

21:14 GyroFeather begins to pant from the sensations welling up inside of him, even if he hadnt wanted it before. He squawks and shudders at the first stroke of the talon against his member, having not expected anything from the dinosaur. His tailhole is spread wide at the base of teh shaft with each drop down, occasionally bringing a steady moan from his beak, though he feels rather humiliated altogether from from finding enjoyment in this twisted situation.

21:18 Lacertius 's crest is rising, his feathers all standing on end, loving the way Gyro feels impaled on his shaft. One hand takes a hold of the beaked head, turning it to face him. "Hehe... Y-you know something? I think I might just release you unharmed... If you can do one thing. Just one little thing for me, Gyro..." He pulls the gryphon down, close to his jaws, his hips starting to pump up against that tight pucker, taking over the rhythm. "Don't cum. Show me that you're not enjoying this, make sure you don't cum, and then I'll let you be~"

21:25 GyroFeather goes quiet as he feels the claw grope over his beak and sealing him shut. He blushes bright red as he realizes what he's been doing and then stares the raptor down eye to eye. He squawks slighlty as his bead is pressed underneath that chin, with his hind crest lingering against the lips. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on anything but the sensation that's going on as it teases up against that prosate. His shaft twitches and shudders from the gentle stroking as well but he tries to bite back the pleasure.

21:27 Lacertius holds him there with one hand, the other sneaking back under his belly to take a hold of the twitching cock, stroking it gently. In the meantime he pummels the tight hole, snarling now, the forest around them filled with the [b]slapslap[/b] and the wet sounds of their 'mating'. "Heh, c-come on, Gyro... It should be e-easy~ You don't want to get eaten, you can't really b-be enjoying this... so just don't cum... Don't splatter your seed all over my belly~"

21:44 GyroFeather clenches his beak to stifle a moan as the raptor finally completely wraps around his shaft. His pre lubricats teh claw which strokes steadily up and down over his thick pointed length. The shaft twitches in the grip as the pressure begins to build inside of him. He grunts as at each slap as his breathing gets faster and faster as he nears the edge. "N-no...I'm not enjoying this...but this isnt fair. Y-you're cheating the rules...just like when you decided I was prey...."

21:49 Lacertius throws a wink at the gryphon. "Oh, c-come now, I'm giving you an extra chance... chance to get away with y-your life... Surely that's the opposite of ch-cheating!" He isn't too long from his own climax, though, his cock twitching inside of Gyro, precum smearing his insides, his tail's stiff, jerky motions getting faster and more erratic.

21:53 GyroFeather finds himself right on the brink now and squints his eyes even harder, trying to fight back the stimulation that he was getting. At the last second Lacertius can feel the rump clench even tighter around the shaft as he pulls back, hoping to escape the claws against his shaft, but no luck. A spurt of cum springs forth as if from a fountain, peppering the raptor in his own male juices. Still the bird is silent, managing to conceal his moans and hoping that somehow the raptor doesnt notice the sticky substance as it splatters out upon him.

21:59 Lacertius would have had an easier time not noticing an artillery shell going off beside him. His belly feels the heat of fresh cum splattering against it, smears of pale white covering the darker scales, and it covers his hand as well. The tightening rump around his cock has another effect, bringing him up to orgasm far sooner than he was expecting, so that he lets out a sharp cry and tosses his head back, filling the gryphon with his own seed, rivulets of it running back down along his cock to stick to the fluffy butt~

01:44 < GyroFeather> So...I wanna poke you but at the same time I dont want you to say yes /just/ because of yesterday.

01:45 < Lacertius> Heh... I was considering poking you, but I wasn't sure if you'd worry that I was only doing it because of yesterday xP

01:45 < GyroFeather> :B

01:46 < Lacertius> [url=http://9gag.com/gag/avnY1Rq]Also this amuses me greatly for some reason[/url]

01:47 < GyroFeather> thats lovely

01:49 < Lacertius> So as I recall, it was your post ;p

01:51 < GyroFeather> indeed

01:53 < GyroFeather> [url=https://gyro.tech/rp/nsfw/2016-09-13--a-hunting-game/][/url]

01:53 < Lacertius> Oh, I have logs open in sublime already :p But thanks~

01:56 GyroFeather squawks as he feels the hot sticky juices welling up in his insides, steadily filling out his belly and seeping around the shaft that throbbed from his fleshy tailhole. The pulsing sensation against his prostate brings another couple rounds of splatter as the bird legs out a loud moan this time. "Y-you got off first...I won I felt it..." he argues, half out of breath as he pants through his wirds.

02:02 Lacertius grins back at the gryphon, his teeth glinting silver in the pale moonlight, that flashes from the back of his eyes and makes them seem to glow. "Heh.. Nono, I felt your cum on my belly, well before I filled you. But that's all academic anyway, isn't it?" he says, his breath coming in harsh pants, his claw wandering up to press against the back of the crested head, smearing cum into the feathers. "I said I'd let you go if you didn't cum. Not if you popped after me, if you managed to avoid it altogether." He shakes his head. "You're such a poor sportsman, always trying to change the rules even when I give you new chances to escape..." Even as he speaks, the pressure of his claw forces the purple head down towards his jaws...

02:10 GyroFeather squeezes his eyes shut as he sees the white teeth and the shining saliva that bounces back moonlight at his face, barely illuminating hte tunnel he's soon to end up traveling down. The bird shudders and resumes his squrim in the grip, attempting to flare his wings out against the raptors arm which held him htere. The bird's sharp claws press against Lacertius's chest scales, sliding across the surface as he tries to pierce flesh. The gryphon grimaces as he feels the first of the slime matting down his feathers as he tries to pull back. Yet every passing second forces his head a little deeper towards the mouth. The hot humid breath washes over his feathers while the threatening voice fills his ears. "Y-you stil changed the game on me initially."

02:17 Lacertius can feel the talons pressing against his scales, and in reply his own hand tightens around Gyro's head, claws shifting so that the tips are pressing against his skin in turn, a very clear threat that he hopes needs no words to be spoken. But he does nod thoughtfully at the gryphon's accusation, even as his tongue slides across the scaled edges of his maw. "This is true... But you were an annoying, strutting little upstart who needed to be taught a lesson in humility and respect. Here's a lesson that ought to stick with you for the rest of your life~" he teases, and with that he lets his voice be silent, jaws opening wider, strings of drool catching the silver light for the briefest of moments before they snap out of existence, and with a sluggishness that's oh so deliberate and oh so delicious, he forces that beaked head into his maw, letting his hooked teeth graze the feathers~

02:26 GyroFeather wrinkles his face as he smells the stale meaty breath of a predator, certainly one much more skilled than he is that carries with it the promise of his own impending doom. The bird shifts about on the scaled belly as more and more of his fur comes in contact with the soft warm scales as he's shifted forward. Gyro doesnt give up his struggling though, still fighting as the claws threaten to draw a trickle of hot blood from his body. "R-right, I promise I've learned my Lesson. You are teh greater hunter here, and you can take me and make me your bitch in the gullet any time you want...put me in my place," he offers as his voice rises in a panic, especially as he's given an deven better view of the hot insides of the mouth. Soon his beak and chin feathers are pressed into the hot slippery tongue, which feels rough against him, drawing off the warm fruity flavors of the bird's preening oils.

02:33 Lacertius doesn't give the bird the satisfaction of a grunt of pain, despite the claws that press against him in defiance of his own. And he doesn't swallow immediately, letting a rumble of laughter roll from his gullet instead as Gyro begs and pleads, trying to reason with him, as if the little bird has anything to offer or threaten. And he keeps pushing more of the feathered form between long, slim jaws that stretch to accommodate, his tongue pressing up against Gyro's throat and soon his chest, getting a good taste of not just the pampering oils, but the salty sweat and the more musky tones of the natural oils he secretes on his own. It all combines to a strange but delightful cocktail of flavours, and he makes a satisfied sound just before a harder push and a thick swallow eases the head into his throat. Though strings and droplets of drool have cobwebbed his top and the tongue coated his bottom, in the throat the saliva that covers the walls smears over him, smelling foul and feeling thick and clinging, helping to sliiiiide the bird inwards with little real effort on the raptor's part.

02:42 GyroFeather stands his feathers on end as the short blasts of air from laughter ruffle his feathers, at least the ones that the sticky drool has yet to cling to and mat down. With it carries little splatters of drool that string together some of them. Regardless of what he does, he creeps forward still as the pressure is unrelentless against the back of his head. The bird continues to cry out, begging for his life until the pressure of the throat seals his beak shut for the moment. His own noises are then replaced with the thumping of his own heart, a powerful motion Lacertius could feel from teh paniced bird's chest, and the quick glck as the raptor takes his first swallow. The muscles open up around him, only to draw him a bit deeper still, like a glove sliding around his head. The bird's tail lashes back and forth along with his motions, though it seems like he'll get no further away. The saliva feels almost oily to his skin and feathers as it smears in, drawing with it a smell that he knows he could never get used to.

02:48 Lacertius has been letting his hips rise up along with Gyro, his slick length still buried deep inside the gryphon, but now that the first swallow has sealed the avian head in there he lets them fall back, pulling out of the feline rump with a thick and wet sound, pulling hanging ropes of cum along with the softening cock, that splatter down over his belly to join Gyro's seed, and leave trails in the blue fur of his backside. His hands hold the struggling form against him, both of them now curled around the flapping wings to try and press them tight against twitching flanks, but no matter what the gryphon does or how hard he struggles he'll have the toughest of times trying to pull his head free of the ironclad grip of the throat, especially as another swallow and another shift of his arms forces more of the gryphon inward. His shoulders are bumping at the corners of the raptor's maw, tongue diving through the puffy feathers of his neck and chest, feeling the heart fluttering against it every time is swipes across, and to Gyro the sound of his heart in his ears is starting to be replaced by the slower, but no less anxious, sound of Lacertius' heartbeat~

02:58 GyroFeather feels his crest pressed flat against his head now as the roof of the mouth comes to squeeze against his crest, folding it back against his feathers and slicking them up with a splattering of drool No matter what he does, he only feels the wave of muscles squeezing around his head, steadily drawing his body inwards. No matter how much he fights, he's forced to endure the uncomfortable sensation of his head surounded by nasty humid slickness while the rest of his body is contrasted in the cool outside air. The bird gasps and shudders as the length falls from his tight sensitive tailhole, giving the raptor a moment in which to press his lwings tightly to his body. The sharp teeth slide over his neck, pricking his skin, while the tongue rolls between his chest. Gyro's heart pounds even harder now, and yet, the other thumping, along with the steady breathing and eager gulps fills his ears. His heart sinks especially though, at the gurgling noises he coudl hear faintly up ahead.

03:05 Lacertius can't hold this position forever, as much as he might wish he could, for the bend in his neck would be enough to wrench or break Gyro's, if the raptor tries to push him through it. It's already a little uncomfortable for Lacertius, so after another swallow that makes his throat swell out just behind his head as the shoulders are forced, almost painfully, into his gullet, he decides it's time to switch. Keeping his lower jaw pressed to his chest for now, he hugs Gyro close to his body and rolls onto his front, getting his powerful legs under himself, and with one hand leaving the gryphon to help push his chest up he stands. Now he can hold the silly little thing out below his head and feed him upwards into the slavering jaws, and though passing the curve in the raptor's neck is still going to be an unpleasant bend for Gyro, it's not going to break anything. After all, the raptor wouldn't want to deprive himself of the pleasure of a squirming meal, would he~? Another gulp, that pulses into Gyro's ears, accompanied by an upwards push of his claws and a downward heave of his neck, and he's taking the chest into his throat, jaws pricking at the rump and lower belly, hand holding Gyro's wingtips and hips. The bulge in his neck is almost grotesque at this point, and inside it Gyro can hear the sounds of a body at work all the more clearly, the thump-thump of the heart, the growl of an eager belly, and now as he draws closer he can even smell the caustic stench of acid in the stagnant air...

03:15 GyroFeather makes an even more pained grunt as his head begins to slide through that first bend, putting an awful crick in his neck as the slimy walls of the throat pulse and clench, forcing him deeper. As his leg shoulders press into the tight tunnel of flesh, the bird offers even more muffled protests as the wind is rather nearly forced out of him. The teeth dig painfully into his body, tearing feathers and leaving red marks on his skin as he's held in place. The clenching of the claws forcing him against the scaled belly rather didnt help either as he struggles for his freedom. With a sudden wrench to teh side, the bird finds himself underneath his predator now, as his hopes of escape seem to be dwindling. His hind legs kick out, especially as they clear the ground, leaving him thrashing uselessly in the air before the hungry raptor. Hot drool runs down his form, soaking into his belly despite being a foot away from the lips. Even more air leavs his lungs as the second set of shoulders press into the gullet, creating a rather obscene bulge which loosely followed the bird's shape. His wings and claws fidget, but they're held tight, unable to do much more than that. His soft belly fur feels much nicer upon the tongue than the rough feathers now that they're within reach. The gryphon could feel his beak pressing against a tight ring wher ethe stench beyond leaks up to his face. Even removed from the stomach it makes his eyes water and burns the inside of his nose.

03:25 Lacertius is almost at the point where he doesn't even need his claws, but not quite. Just a little more, a little deeper... The contrast between inside and out is all the more clear now, as every second he spends inside the gullet just makes the gryphon heat up even more. There's a gentle breeze in the night air and it ruffles the opulent feathers cresting the very tip of his tail, weaving through paws that flex and kick without striking anything more than the air itself. Another pleased rumble comes from the raptor, making the whole fleshy tube vibrate, almost buzz, against the feathers and first hints of fur that fill it, as well as the tongue that presses up against a soft, fluffy underbelly. Another swallow, another few inches closer to the tight ring that marks the boundary between throat and belly, and another whiff of that burning smell. And now that the wings' 'shoulders' are wedged firmly in the throat the raptor can at last take his claws away, using them instead to hold the gryphon's hind legs up as he swallows harder and faster, his tongue coming up against the still exposed but softening cock, tasting musk and cum and sweat all mixed together on the soft spear of flesh. Another swallow, another crushing ripple of muscle, and the beak breaches the sphincter, pushing into the stomach for the first time, and the scent is everywhere. It coats every slick wall, and the growls and grumbles are mixed in with the soft sloshing sounds of the remains of the raptor's last meal, still sitting in the pit of his belly...

13:38 Lacertius (noses~)

13:43 < GyroFeather> (noses back~)

13:44 < Lacertius> (I do believe it's your post, if you're up for continuing~)

13:56 GyroFeather feels little beads of sweat forming on his encircled flesh as the blazing heat of the raptors internals begins to get to him, though so far gone, it would hardly add to the flavor of the bird except for the unlikely chance that his predator acquired a change of heart to bring him back up. The cool air tickles at his paws and tail, creating a lovely contrast that if it were in a different situation, the bird could find himself enjoying. Another gulp draws him deeper still as he feels the rippling muscles forcing air out of him once more with a pained weeze. The buzzing hum drowns out the rest of the sounds that would otherwise fill his ears, causing a strange sensation through he rest of his body as he vibrates in the fleshy tube. The Gryphon's knot is still rather quite swollen and the sensitive bulge brings a shudder from his meal upon the slathering of the tongue upon it, though the pointed tip continues to shrink. Gyro lets out aloud cry as his beak finally pierces the exit to the tunnel at the end of the tube, hitting him with the final smell of death. It would certainly be the last thing he'd ever smell before he became apart of the scent, a stale sour air that contained some meatyness to it. He could hear the sloshing too as the stomach clenches and moves, wiggling about a mushy glut of chyme that fills the bottom of the belly.

14:04 Lacertius only has to get those hips into his throat now, an effort to be sure given the width of them, but they're more padded than anything else, and the shoulders had been wider; all it takes is a little cooperation, tongue curling up between his hindlegs, tasting now the musky, drying cum against his fluffy rump, and a careful swallow, and they're in~ Now it's easy; everything still outside of the raptor just gets progressively thinner, and the meal is as good as eaten already. He tosses his head, jerking the legs upwards in a playful move that does little to accelerate the progress, but does tend to make the meals squirm that much harder, especially as he holds his head up with the jaws pointing to the treetops, easy little swallows just tugging the gryphon down ever so slowly, working little inches at a time of him into the tightness of the throat, as the hard ring of the sphincter squeezes along him, and his head is lowered further into the darkness of the stomach, closer to the thick, liquid remains of whatever - or perhaps, [b]who[/b]ever - the raptor had dined on previously~

14:15 GyroFeather grunts as he feels the tongue curling up between his rump and then rather forcefully pressing him down into the hot slick throat that managed to claim the rest of him. The tongue dips slightly into his tailehole letting Lacertius taste his own hot cum that leaks from the sphincter. The bird gives a little whimper now as he realizes that its far too late for his escape, escpecially as he's tossed upwards, lining striaght down to the stomach. Still he doesnt give up his struggles, kicking out with his hind legs and wiggling back and forth in the powerful gullet, causing the shapes he makes to dance with motion. He's rather steadily lowered into the heavy sack, twisting and turning as his shoulders pop free of the sphincter and soon wiggling his talons out. They reach forward as if to find a wayt ot stop the descent, only to press into a thick oily soup that still feels a little chunky from whatever ahd been eaten before. And there...that was a bone. The gryphon gives a loud scree of fear and finds it in himself to thrash around even harder as the reality of the situation is made all the more clear. "W-wait...I thought you were hungry...There's already food here, that was just an excuse!"

14:23 Lacertius coils his tongue around the legs, eyes sliding shut for a moment as he savours the feelings of squirming, the way it makes his throat stretch and swell, hands brushing over the form of the gryphon's body as he sinks down. Gyro can feel the extra pressure as the raptor starts to push and press, kneading and pinching, and then in a sudden rush he swallows three times, jaws still open, each one making a think [b]glk[/b], and the throat shoves him down with each gulp, until only the tip of the tail is hanging from one corner of his mouth, the peacock feathers still shifting a little in the cool breeze. But without even the need for a conscious motion that too is pulled in by the simple, reflexive peristalsis, and the proud, strutting gryphon is gone. Shifting bulges take his place, bulges that are funnelled down to a singular swelling in the raptor's stomach. "Hrrmmmm~ Yes, wonderful... There we are, Gyro, now you've been put in your proper place~" And he has, body curled up in a hot stomach that's tight against his fur and feathers, which are matted down not just by the thick layer of drool over them, but now the liquid remains of a meal, a heavy and stinking coating that, if there were light in the stomach, would make him a much less pretty bird that he was. "Oh, I admit, I might have been exaggerating a little when I said I would starve.... But believe me, I truly was hungry. Hrm, would you like to know who he was~?"

14:43 GyroFeather gives his final kicks in the cool air as the tongue wraps around his prinstine blue fur, coating the last of him in hot oily drool before wrapping his legs and pulling on him in open mouthed swallows. Soon even his tail is brought down the maw, making him feel every inch of his body covered in the foul substance that secreted from the jaws of the creature. Then like that he's drawin in all the way down the hot throat into the firey belly of the raptor. The pressure on his form gradually relaxes as more of him is dumped out of that tight throat and into the for the moment, slightly looser stomach. His body begins to curl against the lining once he's been dunked int he foul mess, feeling the little chunks get up underneath his feathers and press into his skin. The thick mucky sensations send shivers through his body as he's rendered rather thorughly loated in slop. Soon enough he finds himself completely swelling out in the stomach with teh powrful tight walls squeezing the chyme into every inch, every nook and cranny. The raptor's voice booms in his ear, overwhelmed only by the louder squelches as the liquid shifts against his form. The pressure waves jostle him about and pull at his feathers. "N-no...just spit me out...I dont belong in here..." he protests, his voice shuddering and shaky, along with his quivering body. The peacock was exhuming the smell of fear, not that the other would even be able to much register his quivers.

14:51 Lacertius stands still for a while, letting the breeze pick at his feathers, feeling Gyro shifting and shivering within him, but not struggling. Either the gryphon thinks he has a chance of getting out of this alive, or he's too afraid to actually try anything new. Not yet, at least, but they always struggle in the end, unless they leapt into those jaws themselves... "Well let me give you a clue, at least, because I think you might have known this little morsel. If you feel a pair of goggles down there, be a friend and make sure they don't end up passing downwards. I'd hate for them to go out [b]that[/b] way..." And though Gyro probably won't feel them, the thick soup does have a few scraps of fur and feather still stuck in it, scraps that are yet to move on. Soon enough the breeze dies down again, and Lacertius settles himself in a little hollow, lying on his side, his belly swelling out in front of him, the contours revealing the rough shape of the curled-up peacock. The walls of the stomach are starting to tense against him, and though Gyro can feel a tingling in the parts of him that are covered in the previous meal, there's been no real digestion...yet. The tensing walls are just the harbinger, shifting him about and prodding him into a slightly tighter ball...

15:10 GyroFeather closes his eyes as he hears the loud booming voice around him and winces. Goggles and someone he knew? Well two possibilities spring to his mind and if the answer is that annoying otter, well he certainly has no problems with that, but if its the second...well...that poor little blue pegasus. The bird shifts around in the tight stomach, unable to free himself from the coating of meaty gunk which covers every inch of him due to the churning motions of the stomach, rolling his form around and conversely making his countours shift and move in the stomach. The bird bumps into some feathers and he's rather sure that those arent his and gulps. "N-no...but..he was a friend..." the gryphon protest weakly and then gives a hefty kick at the lining of the stomach. The walls though, respond in kind, clenching tighter against him and forcing his wings and other joins to strain and squeak as they're compressed in odd positions. The bird squeals and squirms even harder now as he feels the raptor shift to lie down, upsetting his sense of direction. Already his body begins to tingle all over from acidic covering, though its light and only a minor irritant. Still, gyro searches for those goggles as aksed, though he intences to foce them deeper still.

15:18 Lacertius nods at that, feeling a laugh bubbling inside his throat. "Yes. [b]Was[/b]. Now he's padding, and a few little scraps left over. I suppose the two of you are closer than ever before now, aren't you?" he says, only the barest hint of amusement in his tone as he forces the laughter back. "And soon you'll be even closer. He put up more of a fight than you did, at least at the start, but as time went by he slowed and starting whimpering and whining... Do you think you'll hold up any better?" Almost as if he were holding it back for this moment, the stomach's activity picks up doubly. The walls begin to knead the gryphon's flesh, tenderising it, loosening his joints with what's almost a massage, but for a much more gruesome purpose. "Because you're going to feel it. All of it. A little pest like you doesn't get to just pass out with a little tingling~" he says in a husky whisper, almost as if he's deriving a second sexual wind from the very thought of it. The walls are getting even slimier, and as that slime sticks to the feathers and fur the motions of the stomach smear it across and against the skin, where it almost immediately begins to itch as the enzymes and acids start working away at the bird. But even as Gyro might search for the goggles, Lacertius reaches into the bag held at his neck and pulls them from there, the brass bounding tarnished, the glass foggy and the leather straps half eaten away. It's always so much fun to tease them like that~

15:40 < Lacertius> (bep :p)

15:43 < GyroFeather> (sorry was setting things up with my pred xP

15:53 GyroFeather kicks out against the walls of the stomach as he hears the raptor's taunting, putting a brief indentation on the sides of the stomach before another tight squeeze pushes him back into his tight ball. His joints ache and strain with the heavy pressure as they squeeze upon his form, leaving painful bruises in the wake of the movements. Each wave brings his joins closer to snapping too, causing painful cries from the bird as the gut does its worst. The gryphon, kicks and flaps his wings as he fights to break free of the stomach, finding a renewed sense of futile strength. "N-no...please...how could you? Seaward..." the gryphon mumbles. As he moves, he tries to dig his claws into the lining of the raptor's stomach, but it leaves narry a gash in its wake. The bird gives another scree of fear at the threat, closing his eyes and trying to block out the noise, though its only amplified without his sight. His back half itches almost instantly as the slime begins to enter, as the fur hardly protected him at all from the effects of the caustic slime. The feathers, at least, make it so that they'll take a little longer, though his sensitive sheath and tail hole begins to burn. "J-just spit me up. I'll do anything...just spit me up. Dont do that to me..." he begs.

16:01 Lacertius trails a claw across his gut, letting it bump over the swellings, the shifting contours that speak of the desperate struggles happening within. Ah yes, they always do fall back to struggling, don't then? he rumbles, thinking to himself. And to begging, bargaining, throwing promises around like water... "Anything? Really?" he says, lifting a foot, pressing it against the resurging length of his cock, the squirming making his mood rise once more. Not just the squirms, though, but the mere thought of what's happening in there, of his gut turning the gryphon into paste, of how it's going to sound... All these things make his malehood pulse, and his foot strokes up and down it, making him shift against the leaf litter. "But Gyro, there's nothing you can give me that I want, or that I can't get myself. Offer me a fuck? I can rut anyone else. Offer to find me food? I can find it just fine on my own. Offer me money? I have enough. All I want from you is more squirming as you melt away~" The itching rises, though the actions of the stomach get weaker now; no need to break bone, all it takes is a gentle motion to break up a body made weak by acids, and that won't happen for a long while yet. The feathers resist, true, but fur is already starting to peel away from reddening skin, and the air is getting more and more heavy, each breath more stinging than the last.

16:32 GyroFeather grunts, though he feels the muscles loosen around him a bit. giving him a bit of temporary relief from the pain in his joints. The bird responds with aother kick though, desperate to somehow give the mighty predator some form of indigestion and force himself back up. He hears a rising pitch in the raptor's voice, an indication of something much more lewd going on, though the brid hardly knows it as Lacertius works oh himself, though he can hear the faint crunching of the leaves beyond the organic noises that echo in his ear. "W-w-what about total humiliation in front of all those other people, a display of your power that you've managed to make a pet of such an upity bird..." He offers, a pathetic whine rising in his voice. He can feel his hind quarters growing more itchy as some of the fur falls away, leaving a layer of even redder skin beneath. The itching spreads to his feathers too now, as the chyme had had ample opportunity to work itself benath the layer. Each breath was difficult as mucous secretaed heavier from his throat to combat the steady acidifing of teh air.

16:39 Lacertius barks out a laugh that's broken up by eager pants; if his world weren't so wholly encompassed by the raptor, vision smell and most importantly hearing so dominated by the processes of the body around him, Gyro might have heard the soft sound of scales moving over a slick, meaty length. But his ears are filled with the laughs, the pants, the heartbeat and the gurgling, a cacophonous melody that shuts out all sounds of the world outwith the raptor. So all he might be able to detect are the little rocking motions that tell of Lacertius' lewd activities, and the way the breathing and heaertbeat pick up. "Hehehe... G-Gyro, when I walk into the Gullet tomorrow morning and...belch up those pretty little tailfeathers of yours, everyone in that club is going to know how I h-humiliated you~" The itch only grows stronger, starting to burn where he's been lying in the pooling acid for the longest, and where the stomach walls are abrading away his skin, removing the dead cells to expose the young, sensitive layers beneath. Around his genitals, though, the burning must be the worst, acids eagerly doing their work to the sensitive cock and the tailhole. "Same as when I plant these goggles down on the counter... They'll know that you and your pegasus friend were good for nothing but food~" And along with each little churn of the belly comes another wave of heat, as if the insides of the raptor are a furnace~

16:49 GyroFeather certainly found himself in the most attention demanding body process too, if the loud glorps and squelches of the walls of the stomach squeezing the liquid through the nooks and crannies of his body as it searched for some way past. The thumping heartbeat though, was a distant second, and while he could hear it picking up, he had know way to know the sick pleasure that the other was deriving from his misery. He feels himself slosh around the chamber with the motions, but those arent even perceptible in the turmoil of the turbulent chamber. The gryphon winces at the booming voice as it fills his ears once more. "N-no...you'll only get to do that once...this would be over and over. YOur little toy forever..." he offers. The gryphon grits his beak as he feels the gradual pain suddenly brought to the forefront by a couple of feathers scraping across the sensitive flesh. THe bird screes out and brings a talon to cover himself, only to find that he just exasterbates the pain. His own breathing is getting labored now, especially as the hot humid air saps his strength. Not even his sweat does more than make things worse inside as it clings go him and burns at the sensitive flesh.

16:57 Lacertius can barely respond now; his cock is twitching, strings of precum leaking out and making long trails to the ground, the sounds of scale on slime even louder, at least to him. His body starts to tense up, making the action of his stomach slow for a moment, but a hand pressing against the softer scales from the outside picks up the slack, rubbing and pressing against the gryphon. "Hrmmph... But Gyro... Once is all...all it takes~ Besides, I d-don't [b]want[/b] you to have the luxury of a pet's life..." The air is almost choking by this point, the raptor too caught up in his own pleasure to refresh it, leaving his meal to gasp for breath in a chamber that's increasingly filled with a gritty mix of fur, feather, liquefied meat and stomach acids. "Besides, it's probably...t-too far gone by now... Y-you're going to be falling apart soooon~ Mrrr..." With that the chamber squeezes tight all around the gryphon, and the raptor throws his head back, letting out a strange sound, a long breath that twitters slightly, and the forest floor just by his belly is painted white with another load of his thick seed. Splashes of it dot the claws of his foot, and his stomach gives the loudest groan it has yet as it tightens, and the acids start to strip away the last layers of skin, exposing bare flesh~

17:14 GyroFeather pushes his talons out against the rubbing, trying to keep it from him as it steadily works to help strip the feathers from his chest now. The pain in his body spikes as the acids get even deeper still, burning through the skin to the flesh underneath. His tail is in a rather sorry state as bone begins to poke free fromt eh muscles with the thinnest part of his body disapearing. His scales seemt of inally be breached as the bird gives a loud yowl. The gryphon can hear the panting and sound in his voice and finally finds himself clued in to what's going on. "Y-you're getting off on this? Th-that's sick...he sputters out, though in truth the gryphon had enjoyed watching plenty of prey melt away in teh gullet. He squawks and fights for air in the tight chamber, feeling his lungs burning and his head getting more and more lightheaded as he exhaustes most of the air in the chamber. The bird's ears are suddenly assaulted with a loud painful noise that throbs in his ehad, while at the same time the stomach squeezes tigther still. His tail folds and falls apart underneath the pressure, drawing a shriek from the poor bird.

17:22 Lacertius sets his head down in the fallen leaves, yawning massively, his tongue curling back as his jaws stretch themselves out before sealing with a little smack of the lips. "Mm, and it felt wonderful~" the raptor affirms, his stomach picking up the slack once more, tail giving a few idle thumps. "But... I fear all this tree climbing...has taken a lot out of me..." he admits. "We'll have to check up on your progess...in the morning." By now the air in the stomach is mostly useless, not that Gyro has long left even with an ample supply of air. But hypoxia ought to be setting in any minute now, as the acids work their way through his muscles, and the darkness of the stomach seems to get even thicker. He might not have noticed, but the gryphon is now up to about his neck in the rough liquids, though it's rapidly becoming more of a paste. And a few moments later, the sounds of loud, grating snores fill the entire world, it seems, as the raptors has already been lulled to sleep by the sounds and movements from inside...

17:40 GyroFeather gives a couple more brief thrusts of his talons against the stomach, or rather the nubs as it appears that enough of the acids have eaten through them to cause the bones to fall from his claws. Gyro whimpers ever so fearfully now, realizing that its too late, even if he was coughed up he'd be dead within the hour. He lasts only a couple moments once he hears the gentle snoring of the raptor around him, and his own figthing feels like its pressing through a thick slurry. Finally the lightheadedness gets to the poor little gryphon and he succumbs to the slop, offering only one last cry before he disapears down beneath the surface.

17:45 Lacertius sleeps like a rock through the night, not stirring for the final demise of his meal, any of the gurgles that herald the breaking up of what remains of the gryphon, or even when a belch worms its way up his throat to escape in a soft hiss of stale air and the stench of bile and meat. It's not until the first rays of the sun breach the trees that he wakes, opening his eyes to look down at belly that's shrunken but still full, liquid and smooth now that Gyro is reduced to a pasty soup. He goes to stand, but a heavy belch sounds from him and a single peacock's tail flutters from his maw. He snatches it up, inspected the colours that are still vibrant along the surface, and tucks it away. Lets save the others for later though, of course, he thinks as he pushes himself up to his feet and turns to wander back to the city, leaving only a few cumstains and splatters of drool on the forest floor to mark his passing...

17:46 < GyroFeather> ~~

17:46 < Lacertius> Super fun~

17:47 < GyroFeather> we'll head out in like an hour. WE should pick out some games.

17:47 < Lacertius> Probably :p