Stats

The RP has a total of 7 lines, 758 words, and 4277 characters.
The average line consists of 108.29 words that themselves average 4.64 characters taking about 7 minutes, 12 seconds.
Glacia Styg said a total of 5 lines, 641 words, and 3663 characters.
Glacia Styg's average line consists of 128.2 words that themselves average 4.71 characters taking about 10 minutes, 40 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 2 lines, 117 words, and 614 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 58.5 words that themselves average 4.25 characters taking about 2 minutes, 0 seconds.

23:47 Glacia Styg a colossal tongue drags along a little gryphon, the saliva so warm it steams in the cool air~

03:46 < Gyro Feather> SOwwy, was asleep when you poked me

03:51 Glacia Styg had she known, she would've probably left him with a few posts of nomming to wake up to, poor shame~

03:57 < Gyro Feather> Well I'm not sure I"m fully awake now :P

03:59 Glacia Styg warmly rumbles at that, given her eighteen foot frame this little gryphon looks like an M&M in comparison to what she's been stuffing into her gullet of late. But at the thought of food and candy she begins drooling a bit, not copious, but a few mild droplets.

04:00 Gyro Feather shifts about in his sleep as he feels her tongue across his body and her drool dripping down into his small figure, leaving a little puddle of the warm liquid around his body in its wake. It heats him in the cool air as the steam rises up off of his frame.

04:05 Glacia Styg can hardly help herself at this point, for his coloring reminds her too much of treats and snacks from prey prior, so that large beak comes to rest just behind him, soon enough sliding forward to take his hindpaws into the cushions interior of her beak. Inch by inch she scoops up the little frame, hardly wanting to wake such a peacefully unaware snack~

04:08 Gyro Feather 's taste becomes a little more apparent the longer her tongue remains in contact wiht him, drawing off a soft fruity flavor from the oils he works into his fur and feathers during preening. He shifts a little in his sleep as he comes to rest against her broad soft tongue, finding it incredibly comfortable, while her hot breath keeps the night air at bay.

04:27 Glacia Styg continues that deliberate slowness and tenderness upto the point of nearly being his mother hen in the last few seconds. With finality though her beak closes around his head and his fate is sealed and with it he begins sliding downwards in that colossal throat, leading him to at least unconsciously register her odd physiology, a mutant that is far from other avian's but near enough he can at least understand he's in what should be the crop. This 'crop' is covered in a thick, viscous slime that sticks to his feathers and congeals around his talons and beak, after that comes the sensations of a hundred worm like appendages, or vila, that moves his body around with a combines effort, saturating him in the slime that is entering his bloodstream and affecting his brain and body, nerves either switching pain to pleasure or shutting off entirely while his beak is slowly workings into the exit of the 'crop' and he begins sliding down the rest of the throat, the scent of acid rising, harming his nose with stinging pains before his plummets into the antechamber like organ. While he may have awoke by now or hasn't, the inside is starkly black with little bit of glowing items here and there, ranging from rings to phosphorescent bones. But appreciation of the organ is short lived, for the acid is surprisingly powerful, melting through most lighter metals, muscles, skin and fabric alike. And sadly for the little avian he falls into that category, for his hindclaws, rump and upto his stomach has fallen victim in a series of fizzes and glorps. The stomach itself has begun to move, to convulse and adjust, pushing everything closer, and raising the acid level up past his head, conscious though is replaced by orgasmic bliss and moments later, the snack size bird is nothing but slushy nutrients that's absorbed by the lining below, his consciousness is preserved as well as his soul, left to follow the nutrients along her bloodstream while his bones, talons and some lucky feathers are clumped tightly together with the rest of the object in that colossal gut, compressed, tighten, squeezed and eventually pushed upward into the crop to be recovered in the thick, acrid slime, preventing pointed instruments from harming the softer portion of the throat above as well as easing the entire object's passage. A few moments later the massive orb of bone, cloth, canvas, slime and jewels is left at the wayside while the chocobo leaves with her new weight and soul, in tow. Speaking of the soul's where-abouts as well, as he followed what was left of his body through her system he would find himself plopped into her womb's lining and cycled around into and egg, that had started to form the day before. It would seem it's the little gryphon's luckiest day in existence as he becomes the consciousness for a new chocobo instead of perishing~

04:27 < Glacia Styg> (Holy crumbs I'm so sorry!)

04:27 < Gyro Feather> (No worries :P