Like a Moth to Danger

2 November 2018

19:11 Gyro Feather flutters on in, still wearing his moth costume! Its still halloween week!

19:37 Scholar Seath salivates over all the birbs deliiiiicious avians

19:50 Gyro Feather is a moth and not a gryphon tonight,surely his costume doesnt belie the fact that hes really a bird right? Hes probably safe from the scaled monster tonight as he enjoys his drink.

19:52 Scholar Seath hecking drools on Gyro too

19:56 Gyro Feather squawks as je feels that hot liquid creeping down his crown and makes to attempt to get away,though hes trapped between the bar and the dragon. The soft fruity smell of his preening oils wafts up off of him.

19:57 Kranos Wildtalon needs to know how big Seath is, before he tries to respond with something appropriate.

19:58 Chip Stilton peers over to Der as he tilts his shades up to ask. "Go on then, indulge me?"

20:01 Scholar Seath turns his head in a slow, swift motion, to face Gyro head on, large muzzle so close he was almost pressing the poor gryph against the wood of the nearby bar, though smooth enough to note give splinters, surely it couldn't be comfortable, having ones back against that lipped bartop, "You~" He purrs out, his breath strong against Gyro's form, enough to ruffle and mess up a few of his feathers, leaving him looking like he'd just gotten back from flying. That breath was strong, raw, a beastial kind of smell, betraying his regal position, and his status in an ancient library. With a slight motion of his forepaws, he'd press that muzzle full against Gyro's feathers, pinning the bird to the bar with nothing more then his nose, eyes locked to the small gryphons form

20:36 Gyro Feather manages to free himself from teh dragon, dropping down behind the stool and darting off to the side, though the stench of his breath is still heavily in that beak, leaving the bird shuddering. Finding a new spot, and requireing a new drink, he wipes his brow with a relieved sigh, and eyes Seath warily from across the room.

00:06 Scholar Seath is happy with himself

00:07 Gyro Feather tilts his head up at that dragon who'd acosted him earlier and balls up a napkin, before pegging them with it. "I think you might need yourself one of these."

00:10 Scholar Seath has a napkin on his nose now. He goes crosseyed for a second, just staring at it, before simply shaking his head, letting it flutter away. In response to the rude throwing of paper, he stomps a paw down on Gyro, holding him pinned between those long talons to the floor, "You shouldn't go around throwing things at people, I'll have you know it is quite rude~

00:14 Gyro Feather had watched the dragon deal with the napkin for a moment, before then turning back to attend to his drink, and sipping on it. Suddenly though, he feels a massive weight on his chest, as he's knocked backwards to the ground, while his class crushes down against his feathers with a shatter. He gasps, feeling his silken wings fluttering against the ground. "Ughh hey! You were the one sneezing without covering yourself."

00:20 Serizel trots in meaning to act out all obscure Ulysses references, "Begob I was strollin down the street when this chimneysweep blast-near drove his gear into my eye and I was lively to give him the weight of my tongue but when who came dodging along Stone Batter none other than Joe Hynes, 'Lo Joe,' says, I, and--what. He stares quite directly at Gyro and Seath and his feathers frill in firework fury. Long talons, underfoot. God almighty. Pinned to the floor. Dastardly distraction, Begob. He stares a long time, Those pinning talons. Gyro. Christ. He crosses himself in mockery and just heads to the bar and gathers himself a nice strong drink, be damned.

00:21 Scholar Seath lowers his head slowly, pulling Gyro into a long, deep glare, his lips parting for a soft growling. After a few moments, he was fully face to face with Gyro, as close as he could get without fully touching on him, a sight that the gryphon would get to enjoy for only a moment, before his lips parted, jaws opening, teeth withdrawing from eachother as that almost snake like mouth opens. Inside was a sea of pinkish flesh, soaked inch after inch in thick, almost gooey saliva, which poured down over Gyro's body, splattering against the parts of him that weren't covered by that paw. This was the last sight the gryphon would ever see, as such, Seath let him take it all in, a soft gulp warning him of his imminent fate, that throat parting, webs of saliva leading all the way down that darkening throat, only followed by the echoing growl of a hungry stomach.

00:31 Gyro Feather shivers as he stares up at the large pinkish snout taking up most of his vision as it looms ear against his beak, mere inches in gap, and he could feel its warm breath blasting donw from the nostirls to disturb his feathers. The gryphon folds his crest backwards, causing the buggy antanae attached to it to lower as well, as an apoligetic noise leaves his beak, followed by him mumbling, "I'm...I"m sorry...it wont happen again..." And...it seems that it wont too as those jaws open up, displing the lively walls within, while the stale air fills up his senses, smelling of old meat and decay, and brining just as nasty drool onto him as it drizzles from teh cieling. Some of it gets into his beak, leaving him coughing and swallowing to clear his beak. Before him, he can hear the loud gulp, and the ripple of flesh behind the sharp teeth, giving him a clear idea of what Schoalar had for him. "N-no, please!"

00:36 Scholar Seath let his claws slowly close around Gyro, lifting him up as they did, closer, and closer to that mouth, to that throat, with every passing second. In only a few moments, he was pressed, face first, against that saliva covered tongue, Seath's claws letting go, only for his entire mouth to snap right shut with a loud, almost deafening CLACK, those teeth like iron razors banging together, creating an almost airtight seal, and what little air did escape them, was simply cut off by those lips, sealing so perfectly together it almost looked like he had no mouth. With a huff from the dragons nose, all the air that was available inside that mouth was sucked free, leaving Gyro in an airtight prison, trapped between that thick, meaty tongue, and the roof of Seath's mouth. All Gyro would be able to feel, hear, or see of the outside world, came in the sensation of Seath lifting his head, getting ready, to swallow. He wasn't playing around, it seems. Despite his head being tilted up near 90 degrees, the airtight seal kept Gyro right where he was.

00:47 Gyro Feather can at least take a deeper breath of air as the pressure upon his soft feathered chest is taken up as the claws instaed reach behind him and draw him forward, breaking saliva across his beak and soon saturating his feathers with the thick clear drool that works his way between the plumes and up against his flesh. THen his beak slides forth against the lumpy taste buds covering the dragon's tongue, which draw out a faint fruity flavor on top of his normal birdy flesh, and cuasing drool to spread up over his face and down his shoulders. As soon as he's fully inside, everthing goes dark with a thud, leaving him deprived of his vision, and heightening the foul touch and disgusting odor as the flesh clings to his body. His hears pop and the air is drawn from his lungs as the mouth becomes a vacuum, drawing him dearyer to the throat, though his claws scrabble upon the tongue. He manages to get purchase, wedged against the roof of the mouth, even as his sense of vertigo tells him that noisy gullet is right below him. He lets out another scream, trying his best to grasp on to the tongue to brace against hte impending gulp.

00:54 Scholar Seath there was nothing to grab, every motion his claws would make to grab at that dragon would be met with the squishy flesh simply moving out of the way, as if it was actively avoiding those sharp talons, though in reality it was simply just too tough, and slippery for him to dig into. Soon enough, that gulp would come, the sound of the dragon starting to swallow echoing deafeningly through that mouth, and into Gyro's ears, air filling that mouth once again, letting the tongue off the tip of that mouth, and sending Gyro headfirst into that wide open throat, the throat slamming shut around him the moment he was halfway in, the pressure, the tightness, almost, ALMOST crushing, it was tight enough to hold his jaws closed, so tight he couldn't even struggle. The flesh though tight was lined with a nice, thick layer of saliva, enough that even while Seath wasn't swallowing, Gyro naturally slipped down with the aid of gravity. Then came the second gulp, that entire throat once more opening, dumping the last of Gyro into that gullet, Seath murring in response. If the tight, slipper, wet depths weren't enough, that murr would feel to gyro like being stuck taped to a motor, left too loose on its support, shaking hard enough to cause some degree of pain, not that the dragon cared, grinning, head tilted up, for the moment letting gravity do its work, a barely legible bulge outlined on his throat, the last thing the world would have to remember poor gyro by~ Nothing, but a small bulge on a dragon's neck, sliding down, down, and down~

01:05 Gyro Feather finds that flesh slipping from his claws eveyr time he tries to secure a grip, and its absolutely maddening. Already he's spent more htan he wants in that dragons maw as his body and his moth costume are left fully saturated in the slick coating of drool given by the constant flood of moisture into that chamber. It seems an extended stay might have been more welcome to the cat bird however, as instead, the tongue drops away and slides beneath his legs, tasting the musky sheath and rump, before pressing him down and back towards the opening gullet, not that he can see it int he dark. He does hear and feel it, however, as the walls of that throat bear down on him and pull him inwards in betweent hose crushing muscles, forcing his wings and his costume down to his sides. Only his butt hangs out of there, and that's soon remedied with another ear splitting rumble that sends him down. Steadiy he sinks through the long tube, smelling the bitter stench of stomach acids growing all the more powerful as he approaches that growling belly, only barely audible above the constant roaring happiness of his predator.

01:08 Serizel smirks with the finality of the entertainment off over there. The handsome dragon and handsome-doomed gryphon. Always fun. Always a specatacle to garner here. Doom and dinner. A belly-full. Lovely. What a lovely bar. It makes him hungry. He slightly wishes someone was around to eat. Alas, he can wait. Hunger makes the more interesting. He lazes his head upon crossed-arms on the bar, hoping Jesse doesn't mind much a thing. 'Sides, 'tis late. He can't be the only tispyfool around, right?~ K'oh.

01:16 Scholar Seath reakons Gyro ought to get used to that sound, sure it may not be all that loud yet, but as he gets closer, it just grows louder, and louder, and louder, even blotting out the sound of Seath's heart thumping in Gyro's ears. The groaning, gurgling, bubbling noises of a waiting stomach like an orchestra of hunger, of death, an orchestra played soon right in-front of, and on top of Gyro, as he is pressed against the sphincter leading into Seath's stomach, his body crammed against itself, balling him up, nearly crushing him, before that sphincter opens, letting Gyro slide freely into that stomach, tighter then it might look on the outside. Even within the confines of his tomb, he'd be given no room to stretch, and barely any room to wriggle and struggle, curled into a fetal position, half his body in that pool of draconic stomach acids. With a low groan, a burp, and a sigh of pleasure, Seath falls back, at the same time causing his stomach acids to slosh up to the upper half of his stomach, submerging most of Gyro's head, and ensuring all of his body was completely covered in those acids, "Such a tasty little treat~ Nhf~ Too bad I can only eat him once huh~?"

01:25 Gyro Feather groans in pain, feeling his bones compress and bend against the inflow of force of his figure meating the tight entrance to the stomach, and for a moment, the bird thinks that maybe he'll be saved, that its not going to admit him inside, but then....suddenly it gives free, propelling him through the tight ring of muscles and into the belly beyond, which already is half filled with a liquid that he feels will likely unite him forever with the dragon. The fumes it gives off are incredibly noxious, leaving Gyro's nose and throat stining like a dickens while he coughs up a storm, and, where it comes in contact with his body, it burns in its wake, working on his tender flesh beneath his outer coating. The heat is intense, leaving him sweating as it saps his strength, making walking all the more difficult. Each passing moment brings a tight squelching of muscles across his figure, forcing him down beneath the liquids before he breaks the surfacw tih e a sputtering cough. "S-spit me out! I've learned my lsesson!" he begs, with a weakened voice that hardly penetrates his chamber.

01:31 Scholar Seath not just hardly, it doesn't penetrate his chamber at all, between the thick muscles, doing their best to compress, massage, and dissolve away his body, to the strong, thick scales, creating a basically soundproof chamber inside of his body. Slowly, but surely, that chamber fills up, inch by inch, with more and more powerful acids, making short work of his feathers, the sheer speed at which they dissolve a hint at what's to come. There will be nothing left of Gyro when he's done with him, not a single feather, no flecks of bone, not a single hair, in due time, he'd be nothing but thick, uniform soup. That final end seeming closer and closer the longer gyro spends in that gut, every new layer of acids seeming to speed up the process. Soon enough, that stomach is near capacity, the dragon letting out a nice, long, loud "UUUURP~" In turn emptying the last of the air in there, leaving a perfect, airtight, acid filled chamber, for Gyro to stew in. This was the end for him, forever, and all thanks to nothing more then a piece of tissue~

01:40 Gyro Feather struggles for as long as he can as he feels like his body is practically on fire from the constant barrages of the acids. Each breath in there is a struggle, and thats when he can actually manges to take any instead of being pushed under the tumultuous sea of his acids by the constantly grinding muscles. Bones crack beneath the pressure, drawing out a pitiful howl of pain from his luges, which too isnt heard by anyone. His feathers and fur fall into the pool, sloughed off by the rubbing belly, leaving angry burned patches in his flesh in its wake. Suddenly, with a loud belch, the gryphon feels himself submerged entirely, and no matter how much he he claws, there' sno surface to it. Finally he has to breath, and takes a lungeful of liwuids, shuddering, and passing out still. Surprisingly, even as most of him deteriorates, his costume seems to remain in relatively good order inside of there.

01:51 Scholar Seath caaaasually returns from the bathroom, stretching out, happy to have enjoyed such a meal

01:49 Scholar Seath spent an arguably short time digesting Gyro, though the process of turning him into something actually usefull for once, that took time, as the liquid remains of Gyro were slowly flushed from that stomach, and into his intestines, one thing would remain behind, something the dragon, didn't, want to digest, the clothy remains of Gyro's costume, soon hacked up onto the floor of the bathrooms, landing with a wet 'splap' onto the tiles, leaving a little puddle of saliva in its wake. Seath pinched it gently, as if disgusted by the sight, shaking it a little so he could dry it off some. As Gyro went to work being turned into nutrients for his body, Seath got to work, sealing up all but the head hole of that costume, leaving it like a sack, his intentions for it likely, rather obvious. After an hour or two, his body finishes draining the last of Gyro's previous form's nutrients, leaving behind nothing more then a thick, uniform mass, ready to be relived. The dragon held that costume open, near his rear, getting ready to let Gyro out, after all, that's what he wanted, right~?

With a low, rumbling groan, Seath began to push, and push, trying to force Gyro to start exiting his body, after a few moments of pushing, that thick, brown, tapered tip of a shit log started to squeeze free. Despite his stomach's best efforts, it wasn't as uniform as he wanted, not that he'd mind, just pushing away, letting inch after long, filthy inch slide out, coated in occasional feathers, bones, hairs, until his pucker tensed, cutting off that uniform log, the mass of brown landing into that costume with a wet 'thump'. That wasn't all he had though, with the same groan of force, he started to push out a second log, and a third, and a fourth, the waste of gyro slowly filling up what was once his Halloween costume, seems a lot of him was destined to just be useless shit. After the final log squeezes and tapers free of his ass, Seath just, drops the sack, letting out a sigh of relief, happy to have had such a... Filling, meal~ He gave one last look at the costume, filled to the brim with his waste, littered with remains of Gyro. In-case anyone might wounder where the gryphon had gone, the dragon drops a piece of paper on that costume, reading, "Gyro". Destined to be shit, and now in touch with his destiny, forever.