Feathered Garnish

18 November 2018

19:19 Gyro Feather hops up from his place on the couch, and steadily makes his way ot the bathrooms, carrying with him a stuffed crop and a heavy weight in his abdomen. The bird is sporting a thicker backside and a little more pudge on his belly to boot. He's got a swing in his step and a very satisfied look plastered across his face.

19:21 < Queen Ara> Ohhh does the little Gryo have more meat on him now for his Queen?

19:48 Gyro Feather makes his way back intot he club, grinning and carrying a paper towel wrapped ball beneath his wing feathers. He looks far more svelt now, though the new layer of pudges is most certainly showing on his body.

20:07 Queen Ara doesn't let Gyro get far. As soon as he settled down, she grabbed him by his scruff and grinned down at him, "What do you have there Gyro? Alittle prize from your latest meal?"

20:10 Gyro Feather squawks and feels the queen lift him up suddenly, and he clutches a little tighter to his ball. After a moment he manouvers his napkin covered object out into his claws an dpulls them off, to show the ball of yellow and brown scales wrapped around a mess of cracked bones, and eve a draconic looking skull. "Uhh ya....she went down willingly but made me promise to uhh keep this."

20:19 Queen Ara hmm'd Her other reached out and took it from him, examining the pellet curiously. "Couldn't even digest her little skull...." She looked down at Gyro and then smiled, dropping him back onto the couch. "Just goes to show Griffons are more food than predators...."

20:21 Gyro Feather rolls his eyes as he's dropped dwon onto the table, and then moves to get a little more comfortable. "It's hardly that. More like we're more efficient than you, why waste energy digesting something you'll get nothing out of?"

20:24 Queen Ara looked down at him and glared, "Why waste energy coughing them up, when all you need are acids capable of digesting [u]everything...[/u]"

20:24 < Queen Ara> (Except metal... That gives her a WICKED stomach ache)

20:29 Gyro Feather snorts at her and shrugs his shoulders. "Works well enoguh for us, and its not really that much extra. Plus, pellets help us to lighten the load for flying, usually they're ready before the rest of it."

20:32 Queen Ara huff and drops the pellet into his claws. "Speaking of.. I need a garnish..." Sitting onto her haunches, she lifted her paw and upturned it, holding it out to him expectantly.

20:36 Gyro Feather feels the still wet mass splat into his claws, this time without the paper towels as they'd been lost in the shuffle. He makes a face at that, adn then tries to reball it best he can, slipping it beneath his wing. "I dont know what you're after? I"m not stepping into your paws."

20:39 Queen Ara growled, "I want a garnish... So.... Either you give me one, Or I pick one myself." She hissed, pointing at his feathery pelt with that same demanding paw.

20:40 Gyro Feather lets out a low groan and then starts to preen over his chest feathers. He comes out with two loose small pink bit of down and drops those onto her paw. "Fine there, that's all that I can spare," he states before hopping backwards.

20:45 Queen Ara looks at the tiny little feathers. They were puny, and barely sufficient to flow in a drink, let alone garnish it. "Yea... No... These aren't going to do." Reaching out, her paw closes on his tail, seing the feathers there were much more luxurious. "These will do better..." She said as she gripped the largest one.

20:47 Gyro Feather squawks as he feels her grasp ahold of hsi tail and then turns back to look at her in absolute horror. "N-no! I've only got three of those and I [b]just [/b]went through molt. Its not like your silly fur that grows back all the time!" Gyro tries to twist backwards to pull her paws off of his tail.

20:53 Queen Ara merely lifts him up by his tail, yanking his hind paws off the ground, thus forcing him to either hold him self up on his fore paws and talons, land on his beak and face. "Oh good, then that means you can garnish my drinks another two more times. If you want though I can eat you.... Then there's no need to worry about it all." She began to pull on the feather, stressing the skin around it as the pressure slowly increased, threatening to tear it out by the root.

21:00 Gyro Feather yelps at that and makes a gesture over towards the bar, shaking his head quite vigiourously. "N-no, please...at least use a knife or something and cut them off rather than pull...that really hurts!" He begs at her. One of his claws remains in front of his face, and the pain in his butt his pretty bad from all his weight on hsi tail.

21:05 Queen Ara looks around, as if actually looking for a knife, but all of those were in the kitchen. It wasn't wise to keep them here were terrified prey could get their hands on them and use them to attack their predators. "Well I would, but then I'd have to drag you over their and I just don't want to do that...." She said, increasing the pressure. Soon blood began to form and with a deep, mean grin. She suddenly twisted her paw, ripping it out by the root and them dropping him to the ground again. "Thanks sweety..." She purred deviously, turning back to walk over to the bar, feather stored safely in her paw.

21:08 Gyro Feather makes a loud cry of pain from his beak as that feather rips from his roots, leaving a spot that steadily leaks blood all over the table, while he then plops back down onto the table with a hard crash. He's dazed from teh blow at least, as she decides to wander on away from him.

21:11 Queen Ara , Smiling back at him, is now causally seated in her booth again, a glass of wine in her paw with what else but his feather floating in it and leaning up against the side. "Thanks again!" She purred, calling out over to him as she took a sip.

21:45 Queen Ara grabs Feath in massive paws, pulling her over to her where she is sipping her whine.... With a feather garnishing it. "Who's a good little bird?"

21:46 Feath cheeps "Me... naturally!" She nods, poses - even if grabbed succinctly - and polishes her fingers proudly on the front of her dress. She peers at the drink. "Gyratina's feather?"

21:49 Feath cheeps "Serizel's got a thing about holes, or wholes or something. I think. Halfwitted dimbake, or halfbaked dimwit. Not sure which."

21:54 Queen Ara shakes her head no, "Gyro's...." She grinned and then placed the bird next to her, running a huge paw down her small fragile head, petting her gently. Well... Sort of gently, in reality, the Queen was huge, and had strength to match so each 'gentle' pet was alittle rough for the bird, enough that it was pulling out loose feathers.

21:56 Gyro Feather is still caressing his tail over on one of the couches. "WHy dont you take her feathers as garnish dammit."

21:57 Feath was not too keen with the roughness of the pettings, and she hunkers down, and tugs her dress up a little to cover some of her head and her ears so that the petting was a little less rough on the feathers. "Gyratina's ... Right, I thought they were hers." She nods, and snorts at Gyro. "Shush up there, or else more of your feathers might get used as garnish, or even eaten I bet ...!"

22:08 Queen Ara snickers, "Yes.... Shush up..." She hissed back at him. With a mean grin she grabbed Gyro's or rather 'Gryatina's feather and placed it on her tongue, swishing it about her mouth with her tongue. The once beutiful and colorful little feather now drecnched and torn apart in her rough maw. She doesn't swallow though, instead she lifts her drink up to her muzzle and then uses that to wash his feather down, smiling wickedly all the time. "... Or I'll use [u]your[/u] feather's as a garnish [b]and[/b] eat them."

22:10 Gyro Feather visibly winces at that and then gets up from his couch, moving over to the one closet to the door, hoping that that might save him if the queen gets a little too aggressive. "THats such a waste of a good feather...It belongs here, on my tail..."

22:11 Feath nodnods a couple of times in agreement and giggles. "... Belongs there on the tail, slithering down someone's throat no doubt."

22:36 Feath headtilts and cheeps "What?" She peeks out from beneath the dress she'd tugged up to mostly cover her head. "What? Should have taken more than the one feather.."

22:42 Queen Ara smiles, looking down at Feath. As she did, a paw reached under her beak, "So.... You'd agree feathers are to be used as Garnishes and eaten?" She purred, beginning to scritch her chin with a single toe.

22:42 Dicewolf scoots away didn't see feathy interactions!

22:44 Feath cheeps, "Soooome feathers," being careful to not move too much with the claw right near her throat. She shivers a little and then ponders. "Like all of Gyro's ones ...! Might as well make use of them, he'd only lose them later on. Either when he moults, or if someone eats him."

22:49 Serizel sits on a barstool, eating fried catfish and making a hell of a mess about it.

22:50 Gyro Feather raises an eye at Serizel. "I think there's a rule about bringing outside food in or something...you're getting that bar all dirty."

22:51 Serizel glances over at Gyro from his shoulder, beak al greasy, hands all greasy, claws too. "If there's a rule about bringing in outside food, you should get bounced right at the entrance.~" He cackles hard and yes, he does get the bar all dirty.

22:52 Queen Ara smiles and leans down. "But what about [u]your[/u] feathers...." She asked breathily, it's humid warmth cascading over the young bird's head and body. At the same time a paw reached in behind her and grabbed a bottle, refilling her glass.

23:03 Queen Ara grabbed her dress and lifted, stripping her of it completely, leaving her bare and exposed to the predator. "Let's found out shall we?" She offered. One paw seized her small frail arm, and another the feathers jutting from it. "Bite the pillow sweetheart." The Queen warned, despite their being no pillow, and nothing to bite onto the ward off the pain. With a sudden jerk, feather were stripped from her arm in a single swift motion. Unlike Gyro, who only had a single feather ripped out, Feath just had [b]alot[/b] more torn out.

23:05 < Gyro Feather> [sub]eat the dress, its tasty![/sub]

23:07 Feath wasn't so willing to let her dress be tugged up over her head, arms still caught up in it! It probably meant that the zorgoia lifted the bird entirely up off the ground as a result, struggling there and squealing "Put me down .." Wrestling probably ensues, but the pink bird probably wasn't going to win that, not without her dress being torn anyway and she stands there, hissing sullenly at being divested of her clothing. "Damn it .. I .. what? NO!! Don't you ... shoo! Shooo!" She ends with a scream though as she realised what Ara was about to do, and then the eye-watering sharp pain of the feathers being torn loose! It brings tears to her eyes, gasping with the pain and loss of the longer feathers along her arm, still small in comparison to most other avians. "Shiiiiit! OWWW!"

23:13 Queen Ara let her arm go, leaving her to writhe in agony whilst the predator deposited her feather into the glass. With a simple swirl she doused them all in wine and watched them swirl about in her glass.

"You're right.... They are a bit small...." She said after a few moments, then without warning, she suddenly turned the glass over over and completely drenched the bird in wine and torn feathers. Almsot instantly, the dark red wine the predator had chosen seeped into her feather,s staining them a deep pinkish-red where ever the liquid ran down her body. "Let's try this instead. A garnish soaked in Wine."

23:15 < Natale the Riolu> "I'd like to see how this one goes."

23:18 Feath was staring, massaging her tender arm, expecting Ara to drink the drink with the feathers floating in and on it, initially like rose petals until they were drenched. She was not expecting that drink to be dumped over her head, leaving her sputtering, blinking, shocked and surprised, wiping at her eyes too. "W-what??!" she gasps, blindly staggering back as she wiped at her eyes, blinking blurrily up at the hazy shape and headshakes a few times. "What .. I'm not .. not a garnish .." she coughs out, followed by a short sneeze. Seems the wine got into her beak and nares as well as her eyes. A lot of her feathers were a deeper pink hue than before too, dripping wine puddling the floor at her feet as well. "Go away!! Go chase some bigger bird ...!"

23:27 < Queen Ara> Ara didn't listen. Instead, she merely wrapped her head in a huge paw and then forcibly laid her down without the slightest bit of effort. Kick and scream all she wanted, Ara did not care, She simply hummed to herself and grabbed the bottle again, pouring it over her back. When it was sufficiantly soaked. She rolled her over and then did the same for her stomach and chest. drenching her in staining red wine.

At last the paw finally let go, allowing the small owl to gauge the damage done to her feathers. 'Damage' being a polite way of putting it. Wine wasn't exactly easy to get out and she now had permanant deep red stain over her head, chest, back, arms and legs. It wasn't even consistant, some areas were lighter, seep deeply stained and still others were completely dry. It completely destroyed the owl's look..... But at the same time made Ara's mouth water.

23:29 Serizel sits on a comfy sofa, sucking on his seafood-greasy fingers and absolutely enjoying the show, watching Queen Ara and Feath with a grin. "Spplck, spplck, spplck." Fingers.

23:36 Feath grunts at the smothering paw on her head, nt able to see a thing for a few moments, unbalanced and easily pushed over. Quite understandably, she screeched and squawked and struggled there slipping about on the floor under the paw as more wetness douses her soaking into the fluffy plumage, staining it further and adding the flavour of the wine to the mild spiciness of her feathers. She screams loudly,protesting, even trying to bite Ara's paw when she was rolled onto her back and could get to bite the paw pinning her down, even if it was a futile gesture.

At least, the owl could get back up after a bit, but it was aghast at the mess of her feathers and colouration, and nothing that was going to be easy to fix. Even so, she scuttle-slips backwards once she'd gotten to her feet, backing away from the zorgoaia. "Dan it, damn it, look what you did!!!" Feathers weren't even dry and fluffy: they stuck to her body, highlighting more the underlying lithe form without the fluff to hide it.