A Dragon's True Nature

6 November 2017

07:35 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew yawns...

08:22 Gyro Feather perks up from his nest and shakes his featers out.

08:31 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew perks up at the sound of rustling, scouring his surroundings for it's source...

08:34 Gyro Feather yawns gently and then slumps back down on his nest, peering over the edge, where his eyes fall on Ruke, who seems to be near the base of his tree.

08:37 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew takes a few steps backward and looks upward at Gyro Feather, only noticing the gryphon after he slumps and makes a little more rustling above the dragon.

08:40 Gyro Feather offers him a hesitant smile and then decides to remain right where he is. "Oh uhh...hiya....Ruke was that what you said your name was? What are you doing at my tree?" He asks, not more than half of the dragon's height above him.

08:43 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew backs up a little further so he doesn't have to look upward at such a harsh angle, giving Gyro a little more space between him and the dragon. Ruke takes a seat with a thump. "Yes, Ruke. ... I admit I don't recall catching your name though..." The dragon croaks throatily, his voice terribly coarse. "Didn't know it was 'your' tree. Why don't you come down from there so I can get a better look at you..."

08:52 Gyro Feather snorts at Ruke and shakes his head, instead shuffling a bit backwards as he looks down at the larger dragon. "I...think you got a good enough view of me yesterday. You were eying me up pretty well...but yes, this is my tree. I suppose I'll say, my nam is gyro." The bird can feel his tree shake when he takes a seat, wiggling his nest as he stands on the edge.

08:55 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew growls in annoyance, it doesn't sound aggressive, just annoyed, and very very baritone. "Oh come on, don't be like that. I like birds! Lemme get a peek." The dragon requests, tilting his head and squinting at the gryphon. Ruke isn't particularly fast moving, nor does he see very well... This still doesn't make the lizard much less dangerous though.

08:59 Gyro Feather turns his beak up and lashes his tail behind him in defiance as he puffs his pink chest out, and flares his blue wings, though he dare not take off from here, as the drop might put him in what he thinks might be the dragon's reach. "I'm sure you do, as poultry or something. I'll get down after you give me enough distance I guess....But I've got my eye on you."

09:04 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew grumbles softly, he was a little sore when people immediately assumed he was going to eat them. Little does the dragon know that such is a common practice in this region - hopefully he's a fast learner as most travelers who aren't don't last long. "Hey now, don't be like that... I'm not a monster or anything. . . Besides. If I wanted to I could probably just tip your tree over, or stand up on my hind legs to reach you." Ruke grumbles in annoyance, he doesn't like stereotypes, even if they're sort of necessary in cases like these to promote one's own longevity. Ruke does stand up again though, slowly and begrudgingly backing up. If Gyrofeather jumped down he'd have at least ten or fifteen feet (3-5 meters) distance from the dragon, that seems safe enough...

09:13 Gyro Feather rolls his eyes at the creature, and then when there's enough distance to make Gyro comfortable, he hops down, catching the air in his wings. His body circles the tree twice as his feathers rustle in the air, before landing in a half crouch at the base of his tree. At least here, Ruke might be able to make out his full body from that angle. "Uh huh...well....even if you arent after breakfast I cant know that. So you'll have to forgive my cautiousness. I've seen plenty of good creatures disappear behind draconic jaws such as yours."

09:20 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew 's tailtip wiggles behind him, the only semblance of wagging the dragon is capable of. "I can go a week without eating and still be comfortable..." Ruke mutters defensively lowering his head to eye level with Gyrofeather... Then dropping flat with another hefty thud, hoping he looks less imposing in that pose. "There are more dragons around here? I don't meet many others. Though I'm not sure I should if they eat people... " Ruke does try to crawl a little closer, gauging the gryph's reaction to his efforts...

09:30 Gyro Feather shrugs his shoulders, responding, "And? When was the last time you ate? Once again, I cant know if you're hungry or not, and I cant really judge your word as truth either." The gryphon is pretty adamant about that, though the thud shakes the gryphon on his feet, drawing a wince from the bird. "Yes, there are a few, they come around sometimes, and I tend to make myself scarse." Gyro lets Ruke get to be about 8 feet away, now that the head on the ground has no reach. He's tense the entire time, and as soon as Ruke breaks that barrier, Gyro backs up another 5 feet.

09:34 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew huffs forcefully, there's a heavy breeze as a result, enough to likely sway Gyro on his feet. "I ate before I left home - some... Two or three hours ago I think?" the dragon speculates. "Gonna level with you, Gyro... I don't see too well. I just wanna get a good look at you - I haven't seen another gryphon before, so I'm deathly curious." the drake admits, taking another slow crawl towards his quarry, dragging his stomach on the ground in his advance... He wished he could do something to convey to Gyro that if the dragon wanted to eat him he would have done so already, but just pouncing on him, blowing him off his feet, or using his lengthy tongue to snare the gryphon seems... impolite.

09:43 Gyro Feather wrinkles his nose as he's blasted by the hot breath that comes from the creature's mouth, disturbing his feathers and fur. As the stench of stale meat and breath hits him, even if the gryphon had been thinking of softening his stance before, well he certainly had no intention now. The bird shakes his head again, and says, "Well, maybe you should get some large glasses or something...but I still cant really risk myself just so you maybe could get a look at what I am." The bird steps back once more. It was becoming evidently clear that if Ruke wanted anything to do with gyro, he might just have to be incredibly impolite.

09:43 < Gyro Feather> (Like the tongue~

09:49 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew was quite used to getting his way, and clearly more than a little offended that the gryphon is so convinced the dragon would eat him. It's almost getting to the point where doing that is tempting in it's own right... "They don't make glasses for things like me. Besides, I'd look stupider than I already do." the lizard grumbles, hefting himself to his feet. "And stop saying I'm a risk! I -/won't/- hurt you. It's kind of offensive you think I will just because I'm a dragon to be honest." Ruke is a curious sort of dragon, he'd grown up in an urban environment - so much of this nature stuff was lost on him.

09:56 Gyro Feather jumps up into the air as soon as the dragon gets back to his feet, and actually does end up flying closer to him, but instead of landing before the large drake, instead the gryphon settles down on his back, between Ruke's shoulder blades, where he's pretty certain he's out of reach, despite being closer than ever. "FIne, well there, thats plenty close dont you think?" He asks, settling down in his perch.

10:00 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew lifts his head sharply and tries to turn far enough to get looking at Gyro Feather on his back. "Fuck..." the dragon remarks flatly. His neck is too thick and short to allow him the range of motion required to regard the gryphon on his shoulders. "Get... Get off of me." The dragon growls, his tone slowly deepening further which honestly seems impossible until it happens. "You can't just climb on me like that." The dragon argues, though he's quite wrong - or the gryphon wouldn't be where he is.

10:07 Gyro Feather leans away, watching as the head attemps to turn towards him, but only gets about half way there. The bird laughs at that and gently traces one of his talons against the dragon's strange skin. He can feel the vibrations of the other's words shake him to the core as his chest rumbles. "Well, good thing I didnt climb onto you, I flew up here," he responds, shaking his tail. "Besides, I'm not sure I can get much closer here, and you asked for me to come close."

10:12 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew shifts and shrugs his shoulders in defiance, though it's hardly enough to shake the bird lose or even dissuade him from his chosen perch. "Get. Off." Ruke snarls, the volume and pitch of his voice makes the whole lizard reverberate beneath the gryph, head turned as far as it will to one side and yawning to try and grab any portion of the catbird he can reach. All Gyro needs to do to prevent it is lean a few inches to the side. Ruke changes sides after a few seconds of attempting, requiring the gryph to lean in the opposite direction instead to avoid the drake's multitude of tiny needle-like teeth. "You're -too- close now, I can't even look at you back there! And I don't care how you got up there! Don't make me ask you to move again!" Ruke admonishes, bordering on yelling now. He really doesn't like having the gryphon on his back it seems...

10:25 Gyro Feather finds the body wiggling benath him as the dragon tries to reach for his form, but fortunately he's able to duck to the side and dodge the side to avoid the mouth and manages to stay on back throught the process, waiting for Ruke to retreat once again, before he flares his wings. "Alright, alright, fine, though that does not look much like 'I'm not going to eat you' behavior," the brid growls back. He spreads his wings and hops up, flying forward over the other' snout. He comes easily within a couple feet of the edge of his snout as he does so.

10:32 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew is quite livid at this point, all logic and rationale leaving Ruke's mind as predatory instinct fueled by anger sets the dragon's to staring at Gyro Feather just as he's passing over the dragon's head. Ruke takes a snap at him, narrowly missing the gryph's tail feathers. The dragon doesn't stop there either, he bares his teeth at the gryph, and pushes that fleshy mass of tongue against the back of his 'incisors'. Ruke's neck swells a bit as the muscles tense within, making the dragon's tongue ooze between his teeth as pressure mounts. Ruke takes careful aim, eyes crossing instead of moving independently of each other like a chameleons do... Ruke's jaws click and his jaws jerk open wide, letting the dragon's tongue explode from his jaws like an organic cannon. The drake's tongue doesn't slam into Gyro - it just licks him delicately, and instantly adheres to the gryph's tailbase. Gryo doesn't even feel the dragon's saliva seep through his fur and feathers before he's tugged backwards. Ruke's maw being spread to nearly one-hundred eighty degrees gives ample space for the gryphon to fit into Ruke's muzzle. The dragon's jaws close with a snap around Gyro's abdominal region - and it's only a small mercy that the gryphon isn't snapped in half - he's not even bit by the lizard really, just squeezed. "Now I wonder why that could be!" The dragon bellows around Gyro, speaking freely around the catbird's waist, entirely confident that his adhesive tongue will detain him.

10:42 Gyro Feather squawks as he feels the eddies in the air generated from the sudden snap of the other's jaws right near his tail. The bird flaps harder, trying to gain more altitude so that the obviously angry dragon doesn tget a chance to actually devour him as he seems intent on doing. Gyro feels a thud against his rump, but before he can turn back to take a look at what's going on, the sticky tongue retraces suddenly, causing the gryphon to screech as he's drawn backwards rapidly through the air inot the maw. There the jaws slam shut, digging in to his waste as he tries to pull himself free. He can smell the rancid breath all the more now as it rushes around him, while his ears ache from the shout. The bird tries to squirm free from the tongue as the jaws open for speach, but flap as he might, he cant gte free. "N-no! Cmon! You said you werent going to eat me. You havnt even had a chance to get a proper look..." the bird protests.

10:52 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew chews on Gyro, not enough to hurt him, but it's difficult to breathe when the dragon's jaws compress around his belly and chest. Ruke's tongue squashes against the bird's stomach and oozes out to mat to his chest, adhering itself to that part of the gryphon too. Ruke had never so much as met another gryphon in person before, and now he was eating one, it felt right for some reason - like the catbird was intended prey for the big lizard. Ruke's breath is sweltering, enough to make condensation build on Gyro's plumage and fur wilt as condensation accumulates on the gryph. "I also said to get off of me, or what you look like now! You're a rude little bird." The dragon growls, his jaws quivering around the gryphon, fighting his instinct to bite into him. Ruke inhales sharply, and uses the tongue matted to Gyros chest to haul the unfortunate catbird into his mouth up to his neck, holding to the gryphon's throat with his jaws like a guillotine. Gyro's fore-paws are still able to reach through the dragon's teeth, but he certainly lacks the strength to pry the drake's mouth open again - even if he did the gryph stilll had that tongue to worry about.

11:03 Gyro Feather gasps for air each time the jaws come down, forcing it out of hi slungs, while the sharp teeth leave painful indentations gainst his chest. That tongue, he can feel it squirming against him, and even accidentally got one wing attached to it on one side, leaving only one wing free to flail. His claws push at the jaws, tryin gto separtate himself out from the other's maw, but its no use as he merely creaps backwards. "Look, I did get off of you though, you caught me mid flight, while I was off of your body like oyou asked, once you decided to let me get down without biting me," the bird protests with a pleading sensation. Hot drool drips down from the ceiling, soaking inot his fur and feathers, and leaving glistening sptos upon his body.

11:13 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew licks under the gryph's chin, sticking his tongue to that and pulling the catbird's head behind his teeth. Ruke chews softly, but not on the gryphon, just grinding his teeth around the bird, it actually creates some sparks when the dragon's teeth clatter against one another, fortunately for the gryphon he doesn't breathe fire... "Yeah, you got off me, but you still were highly obnoxious. I've honestly no idea why you would even start teasing and taunting something you were worried was going to eat you. Play stupid games; win stupid prizes, right?" the dragon growls, less angry sounding, but still not letting the gryphon go. Heated slime surrounds Gyro, the temperature around him rising rapidly now that he's trapped in the dragon's muzzle. The dragon's breath is thick and humid, not rank, but not pleasant - the gryphon can tell easily enough the beasts diet is primarily carnivorous, but that's by choice... Ruke's tongue arches to mash the gryphon against the drake's palate, and then ripples beneath him, licking Gyro to the back of the dragon's throat, and guzzling him down with one hefty swallow. Ruke tucks his chin down against his puffy throat, pushing on the gryphon with his mandible once the catbird is far enough back, pushing him entirely into the elastic gullet of the drake. Gyro feather can make all sorts of shapes and swells on Ruke's throat now, the flesh there is soft and elastic, but equally unyielding to the gryphon's efforts at escaping, but it sure does make for a nice show.

11:20 < Gyro Feather> [sub]See Ruke, you're not doing your species any favors with the small prey relations catagory :P[/sub]

11:20 < Ruke Dholm Ibenhew> :9

11:24 < Gyro Feather> [sub]Sorry had to deal with something, am back now.[/sub]

11:25 < Ruke Dholm Ibenhew> No worries, you're worth waitin' for.

11:32 Gyro Feather suddenly finds himself cast into darkness as he's drawn engirely into the mouth, with only the occasional spark to cast light in the darkness. The tongue squishes him around as his delightfully fruity bath oils compliment the rest of his flavors while he fights te escape the tongue. Light floods in in bursts as the dragon speaks, dazzling the gryphong with each word while he shakes his head. His other wing has become lodged uncomfortable against the tongue too. Sweat begins to bead off of his body, adding the the liquid around him and the unpleasant stench that encompasses his form. The gryphon coughs as drool gets into his muzzle, leaving him coughing as he shakes his head. "N-no, no I got off as soon as I could! I wasnt teasing you! I was juste getting close like you wanted..." the bird cries out, before the pressure leaves him gasping as hes squished against the soft pallate above. There's a squeal from the bird, as he's squashed backwards into the gullet, falloed by a loud gulpe that echoes around him. Gyro's limbs push out against the walls as he tries desperately first to remain clinging to the tongue, and then second to manage to force himself up and out of the throat once that fails.

11:40 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew pulls his head backward, keeping his chin tucked to weigh atop his throat and the gryphon bulging it out. Gyro would have been able to climb free if Ruke weren't resting his head on him and that tongue were not still glued to the gryph. "I don't believe you." The dragon croaks throatily, making the world shift and tremble around the gryphon as putrid vapors rise around him. There's an acrid tang to the air now, enough that the gryphon's nose is chafed by the aroma, and his eyes grow irritated enough to start watering. He might have trusted the gryphon's words had he not been laughing at the dragon's frustration earlier. Ruke has quite the memory and isn't so quick to just forget what the gryphon had done. Ruke's throat starts to squeeze again, delaying swallowing just a moment to see if the gryphon has anything more to say before his gullet starts to squeeze the unfortunate catbird deeper into the dragon's digestive tract.

11:46 Gyro Feather finds that he's no longer slipping deeper now that the chin rests against the bulge he makes in the other's belly, drawing a soft whimper from the gryphon caught inside. He could feel the peristaltic motion of the throat trying to drag him deeper, only to meet the dragon's chin, and stoping his descent, though it also stopped his ascent too, as he tried to climb up the tongue. Gyro feels a slight stinging sensation in the air now as he hovers over the stomach, where the fumes rise uncomfortably. "Please! I'll make it up to you. I'll let you take a very good look at me, and them give you a massage between your legs...or maybe take you to meet some of those other dragons you so craved," gyro offers, feeling himself panicing.

11:53 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew ruminates on Gyro Feather's bargaining, "What a sad little song you sing." The dragon mumbles, not particularly sympathetic towards the gryphon's plight still. "And how am I to trust you? You might just fly away again, and while I am not particularly hungry I'm pretty confident you need to be taught some manners." the dragon huffs, pushing at his neck's swell to push Gyro Feather deeper into his gullet. The gryphon can feel his feet and hips push to the entrance of the dragon's stomach, which resists briefly, then dialates expansively and lets the gryphon start funneling into the reptile's stomach. The change in temperature is like walking into a sauna, if the sauna were on fire. The gryphon's descent is only slowed by the sticky surface of the dragons' tongue, the only thing contesting the adhesive is the rippling peristalsis, and it's just enough to see to it that the gryphon continues to sink deeper. Ruke's chin can finally find the top of the gryph's head through the rubbery surface of his neck, and starts to slowly press downward, driving him deeper until he slips completely into the dragon's stomach, making it growl around him immediately when he's entombed within.

12:04 Gyro Feather doesnt even have time to respond to teh dragon's words before he feels the pressure building around him, pushing all the deeper as the chin lifts to allow him to begin to pass down into the stomach. HIs hind legs contact the sphincter which opens to allow him entrance, squeezing thightly over his form not to let any of the contents escape. Gyro clings to the tonge, trying to hold to it, even as the force pushes him deeper down the gullet. "N-no! I wont run! And becoming dragon refuse wont teach me anything...because I wont be around for it," the bird cries out as he struggles to stay on. Its no use though, slowly but surely, gyro is dragged dwon into the hot stomach where the fluid stings his flesh initially from the heat, before he begins to get used to it, sweating prfusely inside. The foul scent and mucks up the air, leaving him coughing, while the muscles of the stomach cause him to press inot the food he'd mentioned eating only a couple hours before.

12:06 < Ruke Dholm Ibenhew> (( Gonna migrate to private messages, because reasons. ))

12:10 < Ruke Dholm Ibenhew> ((you mind if I take a short break? I need to try and clear my head, things happened, but I'm upwards of 90% certain I'll be able to continue in a few minutes))

12:11 < Gyro Feather> (Alright

12:20 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew has a particularly uninhabitable stomach, and it's painfully apparent to the little gryphon once he's sliding along the slippery slope of the dragon's insides, coming to rest in a puddle of gastric juices. A soft hissing noise emanates from the puddle, and motes of vapor eddy from where the stomach juices meet the gryphon's body. The dragon's stomach reeks, his already offensive breath little more than a prelude to the almost nauseating aroma. It's impossible to tell what the dragon had eaten at this point, but the remains within the beast are thicker than maple syrup, and chunky. Ruke belches raucously and his stomach trembles around the gryph, slowly contracting a little to crowd him as the acidic tide slowly starts to rise around him. "Urrf... Well, now you -can't- run. ... Or fly. Or breathe I'm guessing. Turning you into 'refuse' sounds like a better idea than training you anyhow." the dragon grumbles, his belly starting to grow animated around the gryphon, flexing against him to 'delicately' rub against him as it cinches up tighter on the gryph.

12:32 Gyro Feather splashes down into the slop, and then sinks down into it as the caustic juices work their way into his feathers and against his skin. He can feel the chunks of former prey squishing aginst his form, pushing against his feathers and rubbing bare skin. To make matters worse, the atmosphre was humid and hard to breath, and what air existed was full of the most foul scents that one could imagine, as he stews in the creature's bile. Each breath leaves him coughing as it stings at the back of his throat, while the bitter taste that permeated the air tingled at his tongue. The dragon's voice sounds all around him, like a deafening roar, while the stomach contracts further from the loud belch that echoed out. His claws push against the sides of his prison, which is still rather spacious, except when a contraction flexes around him. "N-no! Please, I'm not food...this inst fair! You were out of turn!"

12:39 < Ruke Dholm Ibenhew> ((How graphic is too graphic if anything? ))

12:39 < Gyro Feather> (You're fine however :P

12:44 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew chuckles softly around Gyro, his stomach jiggling a bit from the snickering. "If you're not food what are you doing in a stomach? And real life isn't turn-based!" the dragon teases, laying back down under Gyro Feather's tree and rumbling around his prize. Ruke hadn't eaten anything while it was still alive before - it's a whole new experience for the dragon when the gryphon pushes at his stomach from within. "What're you doing in there? S...S'nice..." The dragon concedes, almost purring around the gryphon while his guts continue to contract around him. The less space the gryphon has, the higher the acids rise around him, soon licking under the gryph's chin with the burning sensation that spreads through the gryphon's body. Feathers and fur are first in line as defense against the onslaught of the acids, though once the gryph's plumage and pelt are saturated and resistance they offered is moot. The acids work with relative haste once they reach the gryphon's hide, making those feathers start to drop off of him, as well as sloughing off his fur in patches. The process is expedited by the dragon's stomach churning against him, making soft squelches and splats as the walls buffet the gryphon within, eroding away at him in an effort to slowly skeletonize the catbird.

12:55 Gyro Feather howls in pain as he feels his feathers falling away, revealing the tender skin beneath when his top layer of skin sloughs off. Steadily Ruke's stomach manages to get down past that eve to the powerful muscles contained within the bird's body. The juces had an unfortunate side effect of cauterizing the wounds, preventing the bird from bleeding out even as they got deeper and deeper. THe gryphon's struggles and motions are fading as bits of him fall away to bone, especially aournd his tail and talons. All this makes it far harder for him to swim too, while the pool continues to grow around his head. There's no words at this point, as the gryphon is too awash in the terrors of the stoamch to form anything coherent.

13:10 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew 's stomach is made for dealing with things like gryphons and the like, and Gyro Feather was no exception, churned and battered by the belly of the beast until he's ragged and raw from the ordeal. The dragon's stomach drains the acids after a moment, taking in the bits and pieces of the gryphon it's taken from him and then flooding the chamber again just as slowly to give him another soaking with the caustinc slurry, this time blistering and burning off his musculature and starting to toll on his innards afterward. Gyro Feather's entrails are first exposed then spilled and strewn about the dragon's stomach from being tossed about within the dragon's gut. The gryphon is lacking a few digits too, and his tail has lost a bit of it's length to the caustic environs, perhaps half of it's measurement.

13:22 Gyro Feather seems to fall silent as his belly splits open as he hangs on by just a thread of life now. Acids are pooling up inot his chest cavity and against his lungs, making it hard for him to speak or even breath. Instead all that's left for him is the sensation of pain as every bit of himself is oeverwhelmed by the acids. His bones are showing in more places, and as sinues are eaten away, they fall in to mix with the mush, along iwth his feathers. Finally the belly overcomes the bird, and the juices weaken his heart enough it explodes. With that, the gryphon passes on, left as only a hunk of meat for the hungry dragon.

13:28 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew 's stomach has an easier time dealing with the gryphon when he isn't moving or squirming. The dragon's stomach continues to compress against the gryphon, squeezing tighter until it holds firmly on him from all sides, pulverizing his remains until they're reduced to a nutritious slurry laden with bones fur and feathers. The compression doesn't stop there, it keeps wringing tighter to funnel these remains in their liquefied state down into Ruke's bowels to serve as fuel - though his bones, fur and feathers still litter the drake's belly for now, slowly being pressed into a wad by the drake's innards.

13:29 < Gyro Feather> (Cant wait to see the mess he leaves~

13:30 < Ruke Dholm Ibenhew> ((I'm not sure if I left enough for you to do after all that, do you want me to post twice? ))

13:30 < Gyro Feather> (ya...if you would ^^

13:34 Ruke Dholm Ibenhew needs a few hours to let his body process the gryphon's remains and to take all they can from his snackrifice. The dragon wakes up at least once during the night, hiccuping a few times... Then gagging, wretching, and hacking up a hearty wad of feathers, bones and fur, all pressed together with a thick slime that leaves it congealed into an unsightly mass. Ruke doesn't so much as give it a second thought - he's heard of owls doing this, and while he has never 'had the pleasure' of experiencing it himself, it still doesn't seem to alarm or upset the drake. When Ruke does wake up several hours later he feels the gryphon's body trying to leave his, prompting the dragon to saunter off somewhere secluded to do his business. Ruke selects a bush, hikes his tail, and dispenses the gryphon's remains in a series of heated coils, mostly devoid of bone and feathers, but a few do make it through into Ruke's stool.

13:35 < Gyro Feather> <3

13:35 < Ruke Dholm Ibenhew> I need to work on the whole post-vore bit, I'm not very good at it.

13:35 < Ruke Dholm Ibenhew> I hope everything was to your liking though!

13:41 < Ruke Dholm Ibenhew> Gonna head off for a bit, you take care.