Frozen Monument

29 November 2016

19:10 < Aelondel Nightseeker> What do you think? Is this one predish enough for you~?

19:11 < Gyro Feather> they seem fun~ and I like their colors~

19:12 < Aelondel Nightseeker> Heh, well then, would you like to start the scene, or should i?

19:13 < Gyro Feather> Well I usually opine that its the prey's job to start the scene :P

19:13 < Gyro Feather> any ideas about where/how though?

19:15 < Aelondel Nightseeker> I don't know, i can do city, or i can do forest or caves, or something. Ice, Dessert, Amazon, you name it!

19:15 < Aelondel Nightseeker> By the way, I assume you want disposal ;3

19:16 < Gyro Feather> Certainly is a plus~

19:16 < Aelondel Nightseeker> Heh, very well~ You set up the scene to be turned to noi waste~

19:19 < Gyro Feather> hmmm I think I wanna be a forever frozen pile :P so arctic~ I'll set it up

19:19 < Aelondel Nightseeker> Sounds good~

19:21 Gyro Feather cursed his luck as he remains huddled in his snow cave with a light figher going, burning what little bit of vegitation he could find out in this frozen wasteland. The bird had been in a plane crash just a day ago while flying the arctic circle and he'd been the only survivor. All around him was cold black and white death, with his brightly colored body the only hint of color out in this wasteland. He hoped that resuers would be coming soon to pick him up.

19:26 Aelondel Nightseeker had strayed far from home it seemed... the noivern had taken refuge in the one place that most of them would've avoided. Nevertheless, she was here. Her wings had toughened over the years to make themselves less vulnerable to damage. The cold never got to her. All she had was this giant wasteland she claimed as her domain. She had noticed a plane flying around, but this was not a first time encounter. She had destroyed many an aircraft. First she went for the Communication, and then she tore up the wings. She saw one figure move away from the aircraft, and so she decided to follow it. She found the gryph's cave, and started to walk inside.

19:33 Gyro Feather notices the light from outside sudenly blocking the entrance to his cave and turns to look to see a large horned face pushing into his cave. The little den had hardly any room beyond the fire and the bird, and as Aelondel pressed into it, he threatened to collapse the snow structure around him. "H-hey! Shooo, get out of here, this is occupied!" he calls out, grabbing one of the buring twigs and poking it towards the pokemon.

19:35 Aelondel Nightseeker leers at you with hungry eyes, licking her lips softly, before approaching you, fire flaring from her mouth a bit. It seemed like that was a warning that her fire was much stronger than that pathetic little twig the bird held in his hands. She wouldn't say anything, just get closer and closer to the bird while her stomach grumbled, begging for food.... food which she would soon give it to sate her hunger.

19:43 Gyro Feather feels her soon getting close enough that her snout pushed over the fire and against his cold snowcovered chest. His natural burdlike scent fills her snout as he shudders there. "P-lease...just dont do anything to harm me..." he says. Already he can feel the integrity of the small den begining to give out as the roof quivers above the pair, soon to leave them both in half a foot of cold snow.

19:46 Aelondel Nightseeker looks at the top of the den, seeing its shoddy craftsmanship. She grabs you, and decides to make this quick. After all, hunger doesn't wait. She turns around, and starts to swallow you while she walks out of your shoddy abode. You are graced with the feeling of her warm insides, well graced isn't the right word. It's more or a bittersweet moment, as her hungering flesh pulls you into her esophagus, the dragoness quite enjoying the taste of her frozen meal.

19:53 Gyro Feather squawks as he feels the mouth dart forward around his hind legs and tail, before the makeshift shelter collapses aorund the pair, burrying him in snow for a moment, that is until the mouth tugs him free of the pile. His wings flare, tossing snow off of him while he feels the strange juxtiposition of the hot throat around his mostly frozen limbs, warming up his poor body. "H-hey! Spit me out!" He calls, though really, he'd be so soaked at this point that even if she did, he'd likely freeze to death in the cold.

19:59 Aelondel Nightseeker wouldn't have even done so in the first place. She kept swallowing and gulping more of the gryphon into her gullet while he protested, bringing him already half way inside her. She kept up the hot, pulsing motions of her throat, which started to pull the bird's wings into her body as well, until all that was left to be swallowed was his torso and front limps. She licked and teased at his flavorful body, making sure to get a good taste of the fruit-bird flavored meat on his way to her stomach. She then started to force her way out of the snow, shoving the large pile side to side to clear her way out.

20:04 Gyro Feather finds his wings caught on one of his down flaps and swallowed, sealing them against his sides as the dragon's gullet steadily creeps up around his form. The sharp teeth press against his flesh, scraping down against him with each gulp as the muscles roll over his form. His body was cold, but it quickly warmed up under the slick heat of the tongue to a nearly uncomfortable level as the hot slippery spit works to draw all the chill out of him. His form bulges out quite a bit in her throat, moving with his motions as he fights for his freedom. "Cut it out! I'm not food!" He calls out, bringing his talons down to pushe at the dragon's face as he finds the pair clear and out to the sun. Snow still dots his form, sheilding some of his bright colors from teh sun.

20:11 Aelondel Nightseeker refuses once more to let the bird go. She keeps gulping him further and further down into the abyss of her digestive track, as her rolling muscles pull his face into her gaping maw with ease, the hind legs of the birb starting to push her valve open, granting them entrance to the stomach, and the bird's nose the acrid stench of rotting fish and penguin meat. If nothing else would drive his fate home, surely that would. She took one more swallow, before closing her mouth, sealing her food inside darkness of her cavernous, yet tight body. Her gullet kept shoving you further and further to your doom.

20:23 Gyro Feather fights as he sinks deeper still, but it doesnt seem like he's going to escape. As a rush of air washes up around him, he gets the full fledged scent of her stewing stomach contents, causing him to wrinkle his beak and begin to gag from the powerful stench. In his hesitation, his claws slip down into the mought whie his hind legs begin to curl up in the soft squishy insides of her stomach, feeling himself presing into something half solid inside. He continues to protest as his vision becomes framed by her jaws and then her teeth, watching that pink flesh coming into view. Then suddenly he's sealed away wiht one final gulp, The tongue rises up against his beak while the jaws slam shut, shrouding his form in darkness and pushing his face back into the slippery tube beyond.

20:24 < Aelondel Nightseeker> (Sheeet. People are here now -w- I wish people would tell me things!)

20:25 < Gyro Feather> (Oh, at your house? xP well alright, run off if you must)

20:25 < Aelondel Nightseeker> (I will repay this though X3

20:27 < Gyro Feather> (Alright, well you know where to find me

22:12 < Aelondel Nightseeker> (<:

22:12 < Gyro Feather> (need a refersher?

22:13 < Aelondel Nightseeker> (Nope, i got it)

22:16 Aelondel Nightseeker takes the gryphon further and further inside, his rolling throat muscles pushing his legs through the valve that had now been opened like pandora's box. The difference there was pandora's box unleashed hope, this one unleashed foul odors of stenching and rotting meat, as well as doom and damnation to a digestive fate. His legs would be the first parts to reach her stomach, and would quickly be forced into a curling position as the gryphon sunk quickly into the hot, stench filled depths of her stomach. She let out a soft belch, relishing the smell of her breath, which now carried the gryphon's flavor on it. He was her food now, and there was no escape for him.

22:21 Gyro Feather was entirely warm at least, though that was the only good thing that had come of this rather unfortunate situation as the hot muscles roll over his form, squeezing him tighter and massaging his head down the hot slick tube that accepted him in. His legs, as they enter the stomach press into what feels like other bits of meat which the dragon had long since devoured, which burst and split under his pressure as he's pushed further inside. His body begins to curl in the hot smelly juices, and soon after he enters the stomach he feels a rush of air and a tightening of the flesh as the noise of the burp echoes in his ear, breifly drowining out the gurgling stomach and thumping heart. His beak now free of the throat, he lets out a fearful scream, though no one was around to hear it, save for his predator.

22:33 < Gyro Feather> (boop)

22:41 < Aelondel Nightseeker> (Sorry, forgot to say brb)

22:48 Aelondel Nightseeker started the process that would never end for the poor gryphon. The dragoness made her way back to her solid stone cave, where she laid on her back, rubbing her blorping tummy as it got to work on the hunk of meat inside. "Rrrpf... Goodness, you seem to have quite the struggle left in you. Good, that makes food all the more enticing when they have that amount of kick left in them.... keep fighting, you're going to run out of air soon enough." She lets out another belch, the sizzling, bubbling acids working their way into the gryphon's form while she kneads and caresses her belly. The burning would begin, sizzling into the gryphon meat, taking his feathers off of him slowly

22:55 Gyro Feather can feel the steady tingling itch steadily spreading over his feathers and fur the longer he remained in the stomach as the movements roll him about in the cramped chamber, ensuring that every inch of his body is coated in the hot acrid substance. The scent burns at his nostrils and leaves him coughing. "S-spit me up! I'm not food!' he calls out to the dragon through the walls, his voice echoing off the slime. He tumbles as she lies on her back, sending the bits of seal and fish crashing down on top of him while the juices pool around the head. More air leave the chamber, leaving him slightly light headed as he fights, feeling the pain growing far worse as his protective coat gives way to the acids.

23:04 Aelondel Nightseeker hears nothing other than the sounds of his stomach doing it's work, crunching and squishing the bird, as one more "Bruuuuuuuap!" Gives the rest of the air back to the atmosphere, the bird within completely submerged in the acids, which burn, bubble, and sizzle away at him like it has so many other creatures. The noivern on the outside presses in firmer, as your form softens due to the acids. "Oh.... soon you'll be nothing to me any more... i will have taken all there is to take, and put you in your true place in this world. Don't fear little bird, you will be a part of something greater. You will never have to worry again. Nothing will matter to you once you're shit on the ground."

23:10 Gyro Feather feels his wings crunch as another, much louder burp purges the rest of the air, sentencing him to suffocating inside the oppressive stomach of the fearful dragon. The liquid burns at his nose and his tongue as it leaks into his beak. His legs and battered wings flail at the indide of the stomach while he offers muffled noises of protest. His motions grow weaker though, as he begins to grow lightheaded from the total lack of air. His entire body aches from teh acids, stripped bare and squeezed by the walls of the stomach. Finally, mercifully, the bird's body goes still as he takes a gasp of the burning liquid which fills his lungs, causing him to pass out and become nothing more than meat, like the seals he had joined in the gut.

23:16 Aelondel Nightseeker quite enjoys the feeling of the life being drowned out of her meal, lying back and sighing out contently, rubbing her now much less firm belly. The rubbing causes her to drift off to a peaceful sleep, while her belly rots away the remains of the bird. She wakes up and stretches, now nothing more than a bit of pudge on her gut, and a pile of coughed up feathers next to her. She walks out into the arctic morning, squatting down, and unloading what stinking, little bits of the gryphon there was left to get rid of. The steaming brown pile speckled with crushed and dissolved bones. In the distance, she saw people searching for any survivors of the crash. She decided they'd never think to look in a pile of shit, especially one with a cracked bird skull in it.

23:17 < Gyro Feather> and there it sits, frozen forever in the wilderness, never to rot away, always a token of shame :P

23:17 < Aelondel Nightseeker> Just as you wanted, eh~?

23:18 < Gyro Feather> indeed~

23:18 < Aelondel Nightseeker> Hope you enjoyed~

23:19 < Gyro Feather> yus!