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   A LAST REQUEST GRANTED
   This is the roleplay that started on March 3,2009 where Hawknard hunts
  down Cute Littel Mouse.
   Players:
   * Prey1: Cute_Little_Mouse -
  * Pred1: Hawknard - A feral hawk
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   20:02:45 Cute_Little_Mouse: Early in the morning, and the little grey
  mouse scampers through the tall grass. It's crisp and clear, early in
  the morning, and due drops shine on the blades of grass, wetting her
  fur and her clothes as she passes. A field mouse, she wears a simple
  crude grey blouse and skirt. Having lived in these woods all her life,
  she's a cautious one, scanning the fields and the sky, before making
  her way to the bushes in the fields. This is a dangerous place for a
  mouse like her; with no cover other than tall grasses, she'd be easy
  pickings if she were spotted. But the food is plentiful here, and with
  a little time she can fill her bag and then hide in her den, which
  makes it worth the risk. Looking around one last time and seeing
  nothing, she runs through the tall grasses, a grey blur against a sea
  of glistening green.
   20:23:54 :Hawknard is on the hunt for food. He has just finished
  flying through the forest in a quest for prey. However that turned out
  to be fruitless. Hawknard knows that the grassy fields can be a source
  of plump rodents. He knows that a good way to ferret out a meal from
  the tall grasses is to fly low over the ground just over the top of
  the high grasses. Hawknard is flying over the grass looking down when
  he spots a rodent waring grey blouse harvesting grasses in the felid.
  He passes a few feet over her head as he flies past. Then a second
  later he turns to return to the tempting rodent.
   20:27:23 Cute_Little_Mouse: This mouse is not exactly plump, but she
  is a successful scavenger, well fed and clean, with plenty of meat and
  fat on her bones for a hungry hawk. She's halfway to the bush when the
  hawk sweeps in, coming so low she doesn't see him untill he's prehaps
  10 feet away! *SQUEAK!!!* With little time to react, she throw herself
  to the ground, quaking and shaking as the bird of prey swoops over
  her, the grass stirring in his wake. She doesn't pause but turns and
  bolts back the way she came, all thought of food and feeding forgotten
  as she races to get back to the cover of the trees, little legs
  pumping as fast as they can carry her!
   20:37:17 Hawknard: After he turns he heads back in the direction in
  which he saw the well-fed rodent, this time flying even lower as he
  passes over the rows of grasses the "flower heads" of the grass brush
  his wings as he makes downward wing-beats. When he avives at the exact
  spot where he last saw the anthro mouse. Here he can see a half filled
  bag of grain with some of it's contents spilled out. He can not see
  the mouse, but up ahead he can see the grass shaking as if a six inch
  creature were running through it. From this movement, he can deduce
  the rodents exact location. He then makes a 15 degree bend in his
  flight path heading directly towards the presumed mouse.
   20:44:52 Cute_Little_Mouse: The mouse did indeed abandon her bag when
  she bolted. She'd go hungry this night, but that was better than the
  alternative! She'd zig and zag through the grass, hoping to evade the
  hawks notice, but his sharp eyes would catch the wavering fronds. As a
  result, her progress wasn't as swift as it might have been, and she
  was barely half the distance to the trees when he turns. He'd bare
  down on her; for her part she couldn't see him, the grass to tall, and
  the mouse intent on finding sanctuary!
   20:54:18 :Hawknard closes the gap between himself and the source of
  those wavering fronds. When he is a mere yard away from the source, he
  is still unable to get a visual on his intended dinner. Feeling the
  bight of hunger, he dives head-long into the very grass that is
  obstruction his view. He can feel the stings if the fronds as they
  collide with his body, but he knows that this bit of discomfort will
  likely be rewarded with a meal. Then he sees his quarry. He snatches
  up the rodent and flies up into the air away from the stinging grass.
   20:57:22 Cute_Little_Mouse: The mouse is running on all fours with all
  her might, faster than she's ever run before. Her lungs are burning,
  she doesn't look back, even as she hears the noise of the snapping of
  the grass fronds behind her. "Just a little more just a little more. .
  " she thinks to herself, knowing the trees are just up ahead.
  *SQUEAK!!!!!* Her hopes are dashed as in a cacophony of wind and
  feathers, two cruel claws snatch her, one on her chest, one on her
  legs, and she cries out as she sees the grass suddenly racing by below
  her. "No no no no no no no no no!" she squeaks, sobbing, as the pair
  lift into the air!
   21:06:41 Hawknard: From his elevated vantage point, he can see the
  very forest and the trees that the mouse was running towards. He
  notices a tree with wide branches that would make make a perfect perch
  on which to eat his meal. He then heads in that direction. The cruel
  irony is that it was the very tree that the mouse was seeking for
  safety, now Hawknard was taking her back to it. Her arrival at the
  tree would hardly be the way she expected or desired. Hawknard hearing
  the mouses cries says, "There there, no use crying, you will soon be
  my dinner"
   21:19:00 Cute_Little_Mouse: The mouse would feel warm and soft and
  alive, gripped against the muscular bird's stomach. His words fail to
  comfort her, and she sobs and sniffles anew. wriggling against his
  belly, and pushing against his claws, even though release would mean a
  long fall. But she knows begging is useless; this is the wild, their
  both trying to live. And she lost. "Please. . ." she squeaks. "My. .
  .. my bag. I'd. . .. rather not die hungry?" she pleads softly, giving
  up her struggle.
   21:25:51 :Hawknard knows the feeling of a hunger that gnaws at your
  inside and makes you feel hollow. He is not without sympathy. He also
  knows that a well nourished prey will also add to his nourishment. He
  changes his vector (flight direction) and loops in a small circle. He
  then says, "So you feel hunger tearing you up inside? This is not a
  trick is it?"
   21:30:32 Cute_Little_Mouse: The little mouse shakes her head. "I'll be
  honest with you. If I could get away I would!" She sighs. "But I know
  I have no chance with you next to me. I'd rather take a meal, than get
  torn up when you catch me running away."
   21:40:48 :Hawknard can feel, the mouse becoming submissive and not
  resisting his clutches. So he agrees to the mouses request, so after a
  wide circle to get his bearings he returns her to the place where she
  dropped her bag. Along the way Hawknard says, "Well, I suppose that
  dying on an empty stomach is worse than just plain dying, so I'll let
  you eat your fill, before I take your life." He then adds,"Just be
  sure this is not a trick, or your death will be most unpleasant".
  Hawknard not being all that trusting holds the end of the mouse's tail
  as she walks over to her bag.
   21:45:35 Cute_Little_Mouse: The mouse's head is bowed, her whole body
  is slouched, and she nods. "I know." She'd creep over to the food and
  kneel before it, before looking up a moment. "Thank you. . . " she
  manages. Then she bows her head again and starts eating. She doesn't
  seem to be stalling, she eats rapidly enough, eating her fill. She
  does her best to pretend the hawk isn't there, and for a few moments
  even succeeds, just lost in the pleasure of a good meal. It's rare
  she's able to eat her fill, she's always economizing, saving food for
  the morrow. But of course now, tomorrow isn't coming, and she
  endeavors to enjoy every bit of what is to be her last meal.
   21:56:12 :Hawknard watches as the mouse stuff herself with the grain.
  As he watches her satiate her hunger, he knows that his will also come
  to an end soon. He watches as the she finishes. He then says,"Ok I can
  see that your full now. You better close your eyes if you don't want
  to see me swallow you."
   22:00:41 Cute_Little_Mouse: The mouse gives a nod, not looking at the
  hawk. "Doubt it makes much difference either way," she says sadly.
  "Y'a decent one for a pred though," she adds. Then without being
  asked, she quickly pulls the blouse up over her head and folds it at
  her feet. Then slides the skirt off as well, her grey furry from fully
  revealed. "I'd appreciate it if y' didn't bite hard. . . " she says as
  she works, choking back tears. "S'pose it's silly, m'end'll be the
  same, but I've always been terrified of bein' bit."
   22:06:51 :Hawknard is touched by the mouses final words, but at the
  same time he has a burning hunger, A hunger that can only be satisfied
  with meat. He then opens his mouth wide and puts his maw around her
  head. He forces down untell her shoulders are within his beak. He then
  closes his beak around her, Not to tight as if to satisfy her request.
  He then lifts her up and turns her over with her feet pointing
  skyward.
   22:09:54 Cute_Little_Mouse: The mouse kneels down naked, bending
  forward. She doesn't have long to wait, which in a way is a last
  blessing, as the beak comes down to claim her. At first she doesn't
  even put up a struggle, allowing him to claim her. Only when his head
  goes back and she feels her recent meal falling upwards to her throat,
  does she give a *squeak!* and kick and wriggle, little feet kicking
  and tail twitching outside his beak, unable to surrender completely as
  she's taken, not that it would make any difference.
   22:17:50 :Hawknard's beak pointing towards the sky, gapes widely
  looking almost like a seagull. Hawknard can feels his prey's kicking
  legs and twitching tail and it delights him as he anticipates the
  feeling of a stomach full of meat. This also spurs on his glands which
  soak the mouses fur in sticky goo. Hawknard then repeatedly thrust his
  head up in quick jerks. This allows gravity and inertia to coax his
  meal towards his crop. Hawknard delights as he feels fur sliding past
  his tongue.
   22:22:07 Cute_Little_Mouse: Acting on instinct, the mouse would try to
  bring her arms up to stop her fall, but the quick short gulps are too
  much for her, and soon she's sliding down his gullet. Her head and
  arms crushed by her sides, her legs and tail would kick and twitch in
  his bill. Really, it would have been easier to ask him to gut her
  first, but she was always afraid of being bitten.
   22:29:52 Hawknard: After a minute or so of wiggling and gyrating the
  mouse is far enough inside that Hawknard's throat muscles take-over
  the job of pulling her inside His tongue starts licking his prey as he
  delights in the rodenty flavor. As the prey is sliding down he can
  feel the budge in his throat sliding down into his crop. By this time
  the mouses head would be inside his crop with the rest soon to follow.
  His jaw tired Hawknard would shut his beak with only the prey's tail
  handing out.
   22:31:49 Cute_Little_Mouse: The mouse would slide listless into the
  bird's crop. She's still alive, but listless after being crushed and
  smothered. Her paws twitch, but she doesn't put up much further
  resistance as she feels her tail against the hard beak outside, and
  mostly just wishes the ordeal would be over.
   22:41:54 :Hawknard's muscles would then pull in the rest of the mouses
  body. From the outside world the tail would look almost like Hawknard
  was slurping a piece of spaghetti. As the last of the mouse slides
  into his crop Hawknard wraps his tongue around the mouses tail for one
  long last taste. Once the mouse was entirely in his crop, Hawknard
  flexes his throat muscles effectively shutting off any air to the
  mouse inside his crop. Hawknard's stomach is not build for taking in
  struggling prey, but his crop was reinforced to handle the job. Even
  though this time most of the fight was already out of the mouse.
   18:54:37 Cute_Little_Mouse: The mouse sags, sliding into the crop,
  relieved not be squeezed quite so tight for the moment. After a
  moment, she'd push herself up, feeling the slimy walls. Hot and
  sweaty, she'd lie down again, feeling light headed from the lack of
  air. "Where am I?" she'd ask. It was a dumb question, she knew she was
  a hawk's dinner, she knew it was the end of her. But the silence was
  terrifying, and reassured her to feel her voice, even as sweat dripped
  down the bridge of her maw.
   19:10:11 :Hawknard enjoys the lingering taste of the mouse. As the
  mouse waits for the end in his crop. Hawknard flex his throat and the
  mussels around his crop effectively removing just about all the air
  surrounding the mouse. Hawknard's stomach prepares for the upcoming
  meal by producing acid. An Acrid smell wafts upward from the stomach
  to the mouse's resting place.
   19:12:12 Cute_Little_Mouse: The mouse sets her head down, resigned to
  her fate, resting as best she can. Between her surrender, and the lack
  of air in the hot cramped chamber, she's soon listless, unaware of her
  surroundings. Heart barely beating, breath indetectable. She no longer
  responds to anything.
   19:18:08 Hawknard: As Hawknard feels the struggles coming to an end he
  knows that his hunger will soon come to an end. Hawknard decides that
  the mouse is close enough to death, he swallows pushing mouse, A
  saliva covered ball of wet fur into his waiting stomach. The waiting
  stomach with its acid bath and powerful muscles will soon make short
  work of the mouse.
   19:24:32 Cute_Little_Mouse: The mouse is barely aware as muscles flex,
  and she slides down a tight passage way, slipping head-first into an
  acid bath. The liquids flow into her open jaws,and there's a chocking
  response; her body shudders mindlessly as the stomach walls begin to
  massage her, and acids begin dissolve her both from the inside and
  from without. Soon, her tail is coming loose, fur is sloughing off her
  to join the bath; the stomach wall cracks her back and begins taking
  her apart. Mercifully no longer alive, the mouse would be unaware as
  flesh is stripped from her bones, and the hawk's blood stream is
  flooded with nourishment. After a while there'd be nothing left of
  her, but broken bones, and indigestible fur, and a little pile of
  clothing and an empty bag left strewn out in the grass.
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   This is a cleaned up version of the role play. To see it in it's
  original form view "The Park" on 2009-03-04 from 20:26 to 21:24 but it
  was continues in whispers 2009-05-04 from 18:54 to 19:25 with the
  following characters. Cute_Little_Mouse, Hawknard