You grab your spear and leap to your feet. The darkness outside of camp is impenetrable, but you can hear the continuous crash-crack of the brush being torn apart loud and clear -- and too close for comfort. Something's out there... something big. The scream persuades you to action: you kick dirt over the embers of your fire and coil your tail under the hem of your robes, letting the dark mask your movements.
You move slowly and carefully, keeping low to the earth with your spear-staff couched under an arm. Whatever's making the noise doesn't seem to be after you specifically; maybe it doesn't even know you're out here. Salamanders aren't exactly known for their subtlety, but you do your best to keep quiet, stalking through the brush.
<<Dexterity Check: Success (8 vs. 14)!>>
It doesn't take long to find the source of the fracas. Pushing aside the dried leaves of a dead bush, you find yourself staring into a small clearing. Several branches have been torn down from the trees by impact, leaving enough sky open for the starlight to illuminate a pair of figures struggling violently in the grass -- a curvaceous girl with feathery blue-white limbs and wings is on her back, squawking and screeching and clawing helplessly at a much, much larger creature.
The first you see of the other brawler is a woman's body, much more svelte than the harpy's and hugged tightly by a low-cut vest of tanned leather, pinning her prey to the ground by her taloned wing-wrists. But this second woman's humanoid shape ends at the hips, transitioning into a mammoth abomination of chitinous moss-green limbs and buzzing gossamer wings. Her lower half looks almost like the body of a mantis, but infinitely larger and more muscular, built to do exactly what she's doing now: leaping on prey for the kill.
Except it's not killing the harpy. Far from it. The mantis-drider...thing is smiling playfully, and a large protrusion is growing from the tip of her tail, coiling under her body and between the harpy's pinned-apart legs.
"I thought all your feathery sluts wanted was eggs," you hear the dominating mantis laugh. "So what if they're not really yours? They'll fill that belly of yours all the same..."
((You weren't detected, but taking things slow and careful meant that you arrived after the poor harpy got pinned! 2lewd!!!
I can hear Misty crying from here.))
You move slowly and carefully, keeping low to the earth with your spear-staff couched under an arm. Whatever's making the noise doesn't seem to be after you specifically; maybe it doesn't even know you're out here. Salamanders aren't exactly known for their subtlety, but you do your best to keep quiet, stalking through the brush.
<<Dexterity Check: Success (8 vs. 14)!>>
It doesn't take long to find the source of the fracas. Pushing aside the dried leaves of a dead bush, you find yourself staring into a small clearing. Several branches have been torn down from the trees by impact, leaving enough sky open for the starlight to illuminate a pair of figures struggling violently in the grass -- a curvaceous girl with feathery blue-white limbs and wings is on her back, squawking and screeching and clawing helplessly at a much, much larger creature.
The first you see of the other brawler is a woman's body, much more svelte than the harpy's and hugged tightly by a low-cut vest of tanned leather, pinning her prey to the ground by her taloned wing-wrists. But this second woman's humanoid shape ends at the hips, transitioning into a mammoth abomination of chitinous moss-green limbs and buzzing gossamer wings. Her lower half looks almost like the body of a mantis, but infinitely larger and more muscular, built to do exactly what she's doing now: leaping on prey for the kill.
Except it's not killing the harpy. Far from it. The mantis-drider...thing is smiling playfully, and a large protrusion is growing from the tip of her tail, coiling under her body and between the harpy's pinned-apart legs.
"I thought all your feathery sluts wanted was eggs," you hear the dominating mantis laugh. "So what if they're not really yours? They'll fill that belly of yours all the same..."
((You weren't detected, but taking things slow and careful meant that you arrived after the poor harpy got pinned! 2lewd!!!
I can hear Misty crying from here.))
