Weak Meat Strong Eat

     On the vast plain of the Azim Steppes a Rava is riding the plains looking for a beast to challenge. She is Autumn Faerielight and though most would know her better for her research in magic and her exploits with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn she was trying something different and broadening her experience as is her wont. She took a moment to observe herself; she wore her hair in a ponytail and it was colored purple with pink highlights, a good hairstyle for not interfering with combat, she noted. Her field gear was different from what she was used to as well. She had donned the trappings of the Shisui casters to improve her focus normally but this time Autumn was going to be in close combat and preferred some more protection while keeping her lithe. She wore a long jacket with a gold trim keeping the chest open exposing a black bra and her bronzed and trim physique. She adjusted her miniature crown with a small smile and slid on some animal bone knuckle dusters made from the surrounding beasts. She took in some air and threw out some practice punches and kicks. “Okay…I think I’m ready” she blurted as she scanned the prairie. A stray thought came to her “Why am I doing this again?”

A few weeks prior Autumn and some of her adventuring friends were celebrating a successful foray at the Quicksand in Ul’Dah. A particularly boisterous Midlander was shouting “Huzzah! Let’s hear it for Autumn! The founder of this feast!” A lalafell and roegadyn sat nearby, raised their glasses and let out a cheer. The Rava clinked her glass but remained stoic, she was happy of course that their run was successful she just wasn’t accustomed to leading others. She was more at home managing spellcraft and researching new magicks rather than managing emotions, particularly those of…”HEY!” The ale sodden hyur practically shouted next to Autumn. The Rava glances at the boisterous hour in irritation "What?! I'm right here you don't have to shout '' The contrite midlander twiddled his fingers "I was just thinking you might make a fine pugilist with that form of yours" "Pass. My Magicks can more than do the job and before my foe gets into range. What use are my fists for fighting?" Autumn shook her head. The hour backs up a little bit "Sure your spells are strong enough but what if you have a fast or unpredictable for?" He does a quick step from his position and taps Autumn on the forehead illustrating his point. The roegadyn grabs him by the collar "Personal space, Aran'' she ungraciously sets him down in the chair as she sighs "The lad has a point though there may be times when a foe closes the distance and I may not always be able to draw their attention." The lalafell rubs his whiskers "What we're trying to say Autumn is that it would be good to draw from a vast wealth of sources. Who knows? It may even help inspire more spellcraft!" The Rava was quiet for a moment. There were certainly times on her journey where her magic couldn't finish the job in time. In particular a memory flashes of a certain katana wielding legate…"Fine,fine I will try something out. If only to give myself a moment's peace" Aran immediately jumped up "Great! First we'll finish eating and then we shall go to the Pugilist guild! You'll love Hamon, he is a…." Autumn toned out the hyur at this point and focused on her drinks while the others chuckled.

Autumn's eyes focused as she stirred from her reverie. "There's no going back now I suppose. What would be good to practice on I wonder?" She spotted a Dzo in the distance and decided that it was as good a target as any. She approached the Dzo doing a similar quick step as Arin did earlier to close the distance to the animal. The Rava’s punches and kicks were unpracticed and ungainly but in the end she brought the beast down. Before Autumn could thoroughly examine her kill and the wear and tear on her equipment she heard a familiar voice call to her.

“Khan Faerielight! Khan Faerielight that is you isn’t it?” Autumn looks at where the voice was coming from and blinks. A Xaela of long snow white hair, blue eyes, and blue skin approached the Rava in excitement. Autumn was unamused; she remembered who the au’ra was Sadu the Khaghan of the Dotharl clan, one of the strongest clans on the Azim Steppe. Autumn rolled her eyes, not now she thought, not while she was still practicing her new profession. She had fought the xaela twice before, once at the Naadam where Autumn gained the title of ‘Khan’ for the Mol clan and again when she sought permission to examine the Coins in the northern part of the steppe. The second encounter sent Sadu into such a bloodcraze that she kept throwing herself at Autumn despite her inferior magic and then sought combat with Magnai of the Oronir, who happened upon their battle. “Dance with me Khan as we had danced before!” Sadu’s mood was absolutely ebullient having seen her desired rival. Autumn was having none of it: “No. I’m busy right now, go bother the ‘sun’ if you want a fight” She didn’t want to say she wouldn’t be a match in her current profession and hoped Sadu would take her suggestion. Sadu laughed boisterously “You enjoyed that too did you? I’ve never had a jest before a fight but I may pick up the habit!” She began charging a spell and launched it toward the viera. Autumn’s eyes widened and she quickly dove to avoid the spell; she managed to avoid a direct hit but the shockwave from the flames sent her tumbling ungracefully. Sadu was nonplussed; she had sent the spell wildly knowing Autumn would dodge it. The xaela brushed it off as pure luck and prepared another spell actually intending to hit her foe this time. The Rava tried once again to dodge the blast but this one struck her dead on. She staggered backward and fell to the ground blacking out momentarily.

When Autumn awoke she was met by the gaze of Sadu staring down at her. The Dotharl’s expression was not the mirthful face of victory but a cold disappointed face. “That was absolutely pathetic. Were your previous victories against me flukes? Is the Xaelic way of life a joke to you ‘khan’? Well, is it?” The Rava coughed and shot a defiant glare. “I told you I wasn’t interested in fighting you crazy bitch! I was learning a new way of fighting, of course I wasn’t a match for you” Sadu’s expression turned from glacial cold to volcanic anger instantly. “Now you give me excuses?! You disappoint me beyond measure ‘khan’” The Xaela spat the word ‘khan’ with such contempt that Autumn could feel it pierce her soul. Sadu leaned closer to the Viera. “On the steppe there are many different tribes with many different customs but there is one law of the Steppe all Xaela agree to be absolute. In your tongue it would sound something like ‘The Weak are but meat for the Strong to eat’” Sadu licked her lips eagerly “Perhaps it's time you learn just how seriously we take that law” THe Dotharl summoned her Chuluu to fix their gaze upon the hapless Warrior of Light binding her as the Xaela busily disrobed the bunny until her toned body was exposed for the world to see. Before Autumn could question her Safu took the Rava’s feet into her mouth and to Autumn’s amazement began to swallow her down like any other piece of food. “What are you doing?! Are you trying to EAT me?! No! No!! You can’t!!! Please!!!!” Autumn begged as she felt the Khaghan’s mouth engulf her past her knees. Sadu could not verbally respond with a mouthful of Viera though her gaze said it all ‘The defeated do not dictate to the victors’ The Xaela’s gaze changed from that of a disappointed matron to that of a predator delighting in her catch. The Dotharl had made it to Autumn’s midsection and she delighted and ran her tongue across the Viera’s belly moaning out her pleasure of her meal’s taste. After Sadu made it to Autumn’s breasts the aether in the Chuluu was depleted freeing the woman to struggle to freedom. It can be said that Khan Faerielight fought with all of her strength gripping the ground with her hands and attempting to crawl out of the cruel Auri’s mouth. Unfortunately for her Sadu had already engulfed all of the Rava that she would need bound before devouring her unassisted. Sadu grabbed the woman’s arms and held them in a pin as she continued to engulf the hapless pugilist. “Please! Let me out! I don’t want to die like this! Oh gods!! MMMMMMM! MMMPPphhh~” Autumn’s final pleas for help before her head was swallowed were soon suffocated by the greedy Khaghan’s gullet. Sadu used her finger to help force the Viera’s head down her esophagus, pressing the lump from the outside gently toward her awaiting stomach. The pugilist’s arms were all that remained outside the Dotharl but they too were slurped down like so much spaghetti; the hands feebly waving as if to say goodbye before they too were engulfed.

Sadu sighed out in a predatory delight as she patted her squirming pooched belly and sat upon the plain “Ahhhh if nothing else ‘khan’ know that you were extremely delicious!” She licks her fingers and lightly belches “By the Mother, your flavor still remains!” At that the belly squirms ever more violently and faintly a voice could be heard “I’m not food! Let me out, I don’t deserve this!” A face could be seen pressing against the walls of the vicious predator’s belly. Sadu takes a hand and places it upon the face pressing it back into the stomach “If you had struggled like that outside you might not be churning away inside me “ The Xaela rubbed her belly lovingly while more panicked sounds emerged from her gut. Sadu sighs “You know you were lucky it was me who found you. THe little sun may well have lopped your head off and left you in the brush. At least if I devour you your flesh might add to the true khan of the Steppes and who knows? Perhaps the Fates will be kind and deliver you unto us again as a deathless Dotharl. Your weakness having been burned and melted out of you” The khaghan stretches and yawns “I think it’s time for a nap…*BRAAAAAAAP*” She covers her mouth, “Oh dear, you made me belch…. Too bad that’s all you will manage ‘khan’. I wonder if you’ll even still be alive when I wake…” The Xaela lies down in the grass stretching her tail across her bloated tummy and begins to sleep while a few Dotharli scouts keep a watch on the scene.

     Inside the Khaghan’s belly Autumn desperately tried to keep her fight alive despite the thinning oxygen and scalding juices surrounding her. Her skin had already begun to feel raw and intensely itchy . The hapless Viera continued to thrash and struggle against the muscular Au’ra’s walls though it was of no consequence. A strange sound that was like another belch echoed around her and she felt some more pats against her face. “Still struggling are we? It’s fruitless for you at this point. Even were I to vomit you out you are too far digested to survive your wounds. No, you should remain where you are my delicious little snack. Allow yourself to get soft within me and become a part of my body and your soul may become Dotharl” “No…I am not….food..I…” Autumn could barely talk at this point; the mechanical and chemical digestion had taken its toll on the hero’s body. A cruel laugh echoes out “You are finally slowing down I see. Good! Accept your fate, drown in my juices, and become a part of me. You are naught but a meal for the truly powerful.” The Rava was in intense pain at this point; the acid had eaten its way to the nerve endings and triggered unfathomable pain throughout her body. Tears streamed down Autumn’s cheeks as she croaked out what would be her final words. “I’m sorry everyone…I..failed…you….all…I’m. sorry…..I….am…sorrr….” The Warrior’s body starts to go limp as she hears Sadu’s belly continue to make her into chyme.” *Gurgle* *Glooooorp* *Gruuuuuuuu~*

Sadu had intended only on taking a small nap to aid her digestion but she ended up sleeping a full eight bells, waking only briefly to taunt her meal as it made a last futile struggle. She stretched her body and yawned before reaching an appreciative hand to her midsection. She takes a grasp of it and chuckles “I see the ‘khan’ is about in her proper place please go to my hips. You can manage at least that much can’t you?” Sadu felt a gurgling in her midsection. “Ahh speaking of…” she looks toward a nearby bush and removes her pants and squats down. *PPPPPFFFFFFFTTTT* The Khaghan let out a big rip and proceeded to dump a gigantic pile of shit in the bushes. It had taken some time to relieve her load as there were bones scattered throughout the mounds; the last remnants of her unworthy prey. Sadu struggled and strained as the last little bit of the ‘khan’ ‘s remains were expelled from her pucker. The Dotharl cleaned herself with a nearby leaf as she looked back upon her work and smiled. Atop the mound of dung was a skull of vieran origin; the remains of the worldly vessel of Autumn Fairielight. Sadu took the skull into her hand and placed it into the nearby brook and washed it off. The other Dotharl familiar with Sadu’s methods marched forward and offered a hearty cheer over the Khaghan’s victory. Hearing their cries Sadu turned around and triumphantly raised the grisly trophy. “Hear me Dotharl! I have consumed the previous ‘khan’ and so called Warrior of Light and now claim her skull as a trophy. It shall remain in our hands to show the other clans our dominance and if the Fates are kind to this feeble ‘khan’ she will be reborn as Dotharl and I will use this to remind her of the fate of the weak!” The Xaela marched back to their home encampment as Sadu’s mind raced. There were many foes that Autumn faced and had yet to face that she could now claim. Would she finish off the ‘Little Sun’? Would she attempt to take over the miserable princeling who reclaimed Doma with her aid? Perhaps the Imperial Legate who had also defeated Autumn before? The Dotharl had a vicious grin as her belly rumbled in anticipation of the days to come.