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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the while the latex fox just squeeks and yips as shi is jerked around. Cock, breasts, balls, all flailing around madly, though shi seems unusually calm, though hir swollen knot and dripping pre speeks of an arousal hir face doesn&amp;#039;t show.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Alvera glare&amp;#039;s at Thele, then kneels down to the poor agent that was rescued. The Vampiress takes off her robe and offers it to the Fox, her voice softening.  &amp;quot;What about you? What did they do to you and what should we do to them?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor is grabbed, flails around a bit, somehow managed to dodge Alveras swing. &amp;quot;Hey, what&amp;#039;s going on? Was just helping hir back to Zephyr. You overreact, clearly. Calm down, yeah?&amp;quot; Unable to do much more, he just goes limp for the moment, tries to wiggle out of the tentacular grasp. Avoids discharging his pistol, might&amp;#039;ve helped but, doesn&amp;#039;t want to piss them off further.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Danielle finds that the situation seems to be calming itself, a smile on her lips as she looks everything over. At least things seem to be more positive than before... a deal had been made out and Thelergramor wasn&amp;#039;t making a total ass of himself any further. For now, Danielle would simply remain crouched next to the same tree she gracelessly fell out of and waits to see if anything bad happens.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Seguro frown look at thelergramor, shi couldn&amp;#039;t risk him getting out, moving hir tail bound captive to hir mouth shi shallow the temperamental fox whole. The dragon turns back to the lion &amp;quot;Well prime you said I ea�ct er met a few of those, you must be proud of him. But you have a deal little lion and after we returned the fox your coming to my den, if any harm happens to my friends that are not staying though the deal is off.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Prios chuckles softly. &amp;quot;A prime! This will be a tremendously interesting... meeting indeed.&amp;quot; He grins broadly, though there is a little knot of fear and anxiety - mixed with excited anticipation - forming in his stomach. He&amp;#039;s never been at the complete mercy of an eager prime before. Fought them, yes, but... &amp;quot;All right, then, it seems we have a d-deal, at least where I stand.&amp;quot; He takes a deep breath and shakes the prince&amp;#039;s hand. Dealing with ferals, at least, seems to be familiar territory for Prios. &amp;quot;Who is having at me first? And what&amp;#039;s their preference? Let&amp;#039;s go with broad categories and work our way down. I can be canines, felines... oh, there&amp;#039;s a latex snow leopard if you haven&amp;#039;t had your f-fill of squeaky things yet...&amp;quot; He keeps reeling off categories.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Asked for hir story, the fox nods a bit, &amp;quot;Oh, they are nice enough. Not bad. I&amp;#039;m not an agent though, I&amp;#039;m a feral too... or was.&amp;quot; Shi says, &amp;quot;I started trying to, well, do more things then fighting and fucking, and found the more I ignored this thing.&amp;quot; Shi says, rubbing hir dripping cock a moment, squeezing hir squeeky knot, &amp;quot;The more I could, well, think. I don&amp;#039;t remember much from before a couple of weeks ago, but, I think I like becoming someone more than just a fuck beast again.&amp;quot; Shi says, &amp;quot;They, well, I won&amp;#039;t say they didn&amp;#039;t sex me up, but I was fed and taken care of for the most part.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the while the latex fox just squeeks and yips as shi is jerked around. Cock, breasts, balls, all flailing around madly, though shi seems unusually calm, though hir swollen knot and dripping pre speeks of an arousal hir face doesn&amp;#039;t show.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Alvera glare&amp;#039;s at Thele, then kneels down to the poor agent that was rescued. The Vampiress takes off her robe and offers it to the Fox, her voice softening.  &amp;quot;What about you? What did they do to you and what should we do to them?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor is grabbed, flails around a bit, somehow managed to dodge Alveras swing. &amp;quot;Hey, what&amp;#039;s going on? Was just helping hir back to Zephyr. You overreact, clearly. Calm down, yeah?&amp;quot; Unable to do much more, he just goes limp for the moment, tries to wiggle out of the tentacular grasp. Avoids discharging his pistol, might&amp;#039;ve helped but, doesn&amp;#039;t want to piss them off further.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Danielle finds that the situation seems to be calming itself, a smile on her lips as she looks everything over. At least things seem to be more positive than before... a deal had been made out and Thelergramor wasn&amp;#039;t making a total ass of himself any further. For now, Danielle would simply remain crouched next to the same tree she gracelessly fell out of and waits to see if anything bad happens.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Seguro frown look at thelergramor, shi couldn&amp;#039;t risk him getting out, moving hir tail bound captive to hir mouth shi shallow the temperamental fox whole. The dragon turns back to the lion &amp;quot;Well prime you said I ea�ct er met a few of those, you must be proud of him. But you have a deal little lion and after we returned the fox your coming to my den, if any harm happens to my friends that are not staying though the deal is off.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Prios chuckles softly. &amp;quot;A prime! This will be a tremendously interesting... meeting indeed.&amp;quot; He grins broadly, though there is a little knot of fear and anxiety - mixed with excited anticipation - forming in his stomach. He&amp;#039;s never been at the complete mercy of an eager prime before. Fought them, yes, but... &amp;quot;All right, then, it seems we have a d-deal, at least where I stand.&amp;quot; He takes a deep breath and shakes the prince&amp;#039;s hand. Dealing with ferals, at least, seems to be familiar territory for Prios. &amp;quot;Who is having at me first? And what&amp;#039;s their preference? Let&amp;#039;s go with broad categories and work our way down. I can be canines, felines... oh, there&amp;#039;s a latex snow leopard if you haven&amp;#039;t had your f-fill of squeaky things yet...&amp;quot; He keeps reeling off categories.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Asked for hir story, the fox nods a bit, &amp;quot;Oh, they are nice enough. Not bad. I&amp;#039;m not an agent though, I&amp;#039;m a feral too... or was.&amp;quot; Shi says, &amp;quot;I started trying to, well, do more things then fighting and fucking, and found the more I ignored this thing.&amp;quot; Shi says, rubbing hir dripping cock a moment, squeezing hir squeeky knot, &amp;quot;The more I could, well, think. I don&amp;#039;t remember much from before a couple of weeks ago, but, I think I like becoming someone more than just a fuck beast again.&amp;quot; Shi says, &amp;quot;They, well, I won&amp;#039;t say they didn&amp;#039;t sex me up, but I was fed and taken care of for the most part.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;With agreements made, Alvera and Prios are fairly gently escorted away for an interesting time! It seems they will be kept occupied for quite a little while!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Alvera smiles. &quot;Don&#039;t worry, we&#039;ll takes you to Zephyr: you&#039;ll be safe and they&#039;ll give you goals.&quot; The Vampiress pats the former-feral on the head, then takes out a piece of meat and gives it to her. &quot;Take this, you&#039;ll love it.&quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor flails about, yelling a bit at the Seg. &quot;Put me down. Don&#039;t eve-&quot; Then he is inseted into the maw. Wriggling about, flailing, as he drops down the gullet. Across the radio, other Zephyr agents hear, assuming their on, &quot;Right, real funny you crazy bitch. I was just escorting her back to hq. Crazy. Should never have come along...&quot; And so on and so forth, though he does quite down after a while.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Danielle decides to ignore the sound of talking, shouting, and various stomach noises coming from over her radio by turning it off, grimacing and sticking out her tongue in mild disgust. &quot;I never did like the sound of a stomach... makes it horrid to operate on them.&quot; She says with a little groan. She was probably the only surgeon that used a fairy&#039;s small size in their work... but hey, it worked.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Seguro as the other agents deal with the recovered agent, the dragon scoops the lion beast up in hir paws. &quot;Well as soon as my other agents are safe we will be off. Once we are done I drop you off back here.&quot; The dragon holds the lion close as shi waits for hir fell agents to depart, before shi does hirself.  &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Prios tilts an ear and listens to the rubber fox speaking, and relaxes visibly. These don&#039;t sound like the most terrible of sorts, judging from hir report. &quot;It doesn&#039;t /have/ to stop at an hour, mind you. That&#039;s just the guarantee. Certainly I don&#039;t want to stand up and walk out on your father in mid, uh, conversation. What is your father like, really, if I may ask? Have any hobbies? Other than, you know, the obvious...&quot; Prios&#039; voice trails off into the distance as he&#039;s led away. Later, when he (or she, as the case might be) meets the Prime, she plans to turn the schmooze factor up to max - Prios is hoping for a long term friendship or at least acquaintance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;With agreements made, Alvera and Prios are fairly gently escorted away for an interesting time! It seems they will be kept occupied for quite a little while!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Alvera smiles. &quot;Don&#039;t worry, we&#039;ll takes you to Zephyr: you&#039;ll be safe and they&#039;ll give you goals.&quot; The Vampiress pats the former-feral on the head, then takes out a piece of meat and gives it to her. &quot;Take this, you&#039;ll love it.&quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor flails about, yelling a bit at the Seg. &quot;Put me down. Don&#039;t eve-&quot; Then he is inseted into the maw. Wriggling about, flailing, as he drops down the gullet. Across the radio, other Zephyr agents hear, assuming their on, &quot;Right, real funny you crazy bitch. I was just escorting her back to hq. Crazy. Should never have come along...&quot; And so on and so forth, though he does quite down after a while.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Danielle decides to ignore the sound of talking, shouting, and various stomach noises coming from over her radio by turning it off, grimacing and sticking out her tongue in mild disgust. &quot;I never did like the sound of a stomach... makes it horrid to operate on them.&quot; She says with a little groan. She was probably the only surgeon that used a fairy&#039;s small size in their work... but hey, it worked.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Seguro as the other agents deal with the recovered agent, the dragon scoops the lion beast up in hir paws. &quot;Well as soon as my other agents are safe we will be off. Once we are done I drop you off back here.&quot; The dragon holds the lion close as shi waits for hir fell agents to depart, before shi does hirself.  &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Prios tilts an ear and listens to the rubber fox speaking, and relaxes visibly. These don&#039;t sound like the most terrible of sorts, judging from hir report. &quot;It doesn&#039;t /have/ to stop at an hour, mind you. That&#039;s just the guarantee. Certainly I don&#039;t want to stand up and walk out on your father in mid, uh, conversation. What is your father like, really, if I may ask? Have any hobbies? Other than, you know, the obvious...&quot; Prios&#039; voice trails off into the distance as he&#039;s led away. 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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;In the dead of night, shortly after sunset, the zoo is a very forboding place. Without the lights that once burned brightly overhead, the shadows made by the thin streams of moonlight making it through the clouded sky seem to move on their own. A slight breeze maes the chilled air seem that much colder. There wasn&#039;t much information to be had, there was something keeping this trade route being used, something Z wanted figured out. The Promethians had a bit of stock in this as well. Though more self sufficent without scrounging around the city and its outlaying areas, without new parts for the few machines they had, it wouldn&#039;t be long before trouble would come to them as well. In the distance, a cage door creaks on its hinges, the scent of musk, sex, and most of all, the stink of unwashed and cum dried fur of some large cats hangs in the air.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The large dragon lands with a thud, the dragoness wears heavy combat armor under a tattered lab coat, hir golden scales flicker in the starlight. Sighing under hir breath at being called out to the zoo at this late hour, looking about shi surveys the area, seems shi is the first one here.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The fox known as Thelergramor walks into the zoo, hands in his pockets, utterly unconcerned about the trade route. Just here for the potential reward. Only thing bothering him is his rut, but he&#039;s pretty in control right now. Looks over those who have also volunteered.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Normally, Danielle would not be one to assist Zephyr. She didn&#039;t agree with the things they did or believed in... and yet here she was. Why? Because she benifited from the trade routes as well. One of the trees rustle... and with a snap, a Bunnee falls out of it, smacking against the ground below. She gives a little groan and dusts herself off, &quot;Well that landing was less than graceful...&quot; She murmurs to herself, giving a bit of a hateful glare at the tree behind her. ... She then notices that she wasn&#039;t alone when that happened, and her cheeks redden. &quot;You didn&#039;t see that.&quot; She tells the other two.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;a normally cheerfull tune echoed through the air, made sinister by the surrounding darkness and the tone by which it&#039;s whistled. Closer and closer it comes, like a herald of the damned it creeps through the night. Eventually a womanly Vampire comes into view, a chilling comfort on her face that few should ever have in such a nightmare inducing place. Glowing green eyes and a freakishly pale cave come into view, accompanied by smooth, obsidian hair and sapphire lips. On her back a large weapon is covered by cloth and over her shoulder she&#039;s holding what appears to be a regular laser-rifle. Her clothing is rather strange, she has ona leopard-print robe over her Zephyr armor and what appears to be a pimphat over her helmet. When this woman sees the current group of three, she gives a brief wave and walks up to them.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Prios creeps in from further up the path, a short and heavily pregnant quail-like creature wearing nothing more than a lanyard around her neck with a badge reading &quot;Hello my name is Prios&quot; proudly displayed. She darts her head left, then right, then left, looking over all the others assembled here. Prios promptly begins speaking in a voice that is (amazingly enough) hushed, a sort of babbling whisper, barely even stopping to breathe. &quot;Oh you guys. You guys. This is so exciting! Are you excited? I think I might be getting excited! This is neat. Neat neat neat neat NEAT! What do you think we&#039;ll find? Maybe a giant bear ate all the trady people. A giant bear! Have you guys seen a giant bear before? I did once but it turned out I was dreaming!&quot; She dances on her little legs a bit, dripping... something... from her breast, as yet unremarked-upon. &quot;Oh. Oh wait. This place is mostly cats, isn&#039;t it. I remember now! Maybe it&#039;s a giant cat! A big kitty! Shh. Don&#039;t talk too much, you guys, the giant cat will hear us! Shhh shhh shuuusshhhhh. No wait. WAIT. What if...&quot; She shivers her feathers with the intensity of the incoming revelation. &quot;A bird. A bird! There&#039;s birds deeper in you guys. Hey, I&#039;m a bird!&quot; She flaps her wings in demonstration. &quot;We&#039;re really clever and evil, us birds. Could be a bird! Look for bird things. Other than me. Shh be quiet though.&quot; She cranes her neck, scanning the area, pupils dilating.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As people roll in, the sounds seem to get a bit more hushed. There is still the ever present cricking of the gate, the wind through the leaves. But everything seems to bet a bit more muted. The stentch seems to get worse however. Still no real signs of anything here though. The rustle of a bush here, the sounds of trees moving there. At a glance there doesn&#039;t seem to be any reason that there is any disterbances.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Once Danielle had dusted herself off completely, she shuffles in her boots just a bit. &quot;Hrm...&quot; She says as her ears pick up the surrounding noises... or rather, lack of. Things were a bit louder just a bit ago, but now... &quot;I think they know we&#039;re here.&quot; She says in a hush whisper, not sure if anyone else could hear her... but it wasn&#039;t really that hard to determine. &quot;Let&#039;s find the reason behind the trade route&#039;s disruption, hopefully quickly... this place gives me the heebie jeebies.&quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Seguro the dragon sits back for now waving to hyper quail and the vampires as they arrive, tired from hir flight shi rest in the clearing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Prios reaches up a claw and scratches at the single silly-looking feather hanging off the top of her head, grooming it thoughtfully. This thoughtfulness does not preclude speech. &quot;Hmm. Hmm. Mmm oh oh oh. No. Wait!... wait wait waaiiiit... No. No, nothing. Sorry, everybody. Nothin&#039;. No wait. No really. Shhhhhhhh. Wait. Hear that? It&#039;s... quiet. It&#039;s /really/ quiet.&quot; She cranes her neck again. &quot;Actually you guys...&quot; Suddenly she flies up into a tree in a burst of feathers, a kind of powered leap. She takes another look from the higher vantage point. &quot;I&#039;m a bird,&quot; she stage-whispers helpfully.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Alvera swings her rifle down and readies it. &quot;We&#039;ve got company people!&quot; She readies herself and hopes the others will listen to her....&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor scratches at his muzzle, still unused to it. &quot;Right, be more careful in trees.&quot; Glancing around at the others, he nods to the vampiress, having some.. intimate knowledge of her. &quot;Alvera.&quot; He waits for the others to proceed, rut deepening as he stands around. Notes the pregnant quail as it flies. &quot;Right, you are a bird, yes.&quot; He pulls his scarf up over his face, no particularly good reason other than he wanted to.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;With the cover blown, hearing Thelergramor and most of all, Prios&#039; display, a large Panthertaur pounces at the bird mid flight! Though Prios attempts to move out of the way, she is nicked by the Panther. No major harm to her, though already the effects of combat take a toll upon her form, the nick to her legs shifting them to match the form of the beast which just struck her! As the Panther Taur lands, a few others come out as well, more Panthers, cheetahs, felinoids. Seems there is a cause for alarm!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;With the absolutely best timing ever, the not-so-illustrious Zaki wanders into the zoo, her bangle bracelets shimmering a bit as she waves her arms in a light circle, each step more of a hop, beating wings holding her up for the barest moment before she lands into the next step-hop. She pauses a moment as the large cats come out from hiding. Flashing her biggest and broadest smile, she simply gives a cheery &quot;Hello!&quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The dragon rises to hir feet seeing derpy bird under attack, reading hir self for combat, shi begins waves hir talons in the air bending the fabric of space around hir fellow agents protecting them from harm. The large dragon calls the cats &quot;Who are you, speak.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;In the dead of night, shortly after sunset, the zoo is a very forboding place. Without the lights that once burned brightly overhead, the shadows made by the thin streams of moonlight making it through the clouded sky seem to move on their own. A slight breeze maes the chilled air seem that much colder. There wasn&#039;t much information to be had, there was something keeping this trade route being used, something Z wanted figured out. The Promethians had a bit of stock in this as well. Though more self sufficent without scrounging around the city and its outlaying areas, without new parts for the few machines they had, it wouldn&#039;t be long before trouble would come to them as well. In the distance, a cage door creaks on its hinges, the scent of musk, sex, and most of all, the stink of unwashed and cum dried fur of some large cats hangs in the air.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The large dragon lands with a thud, the dragoness wears heavy combat armor under a tattered lab coat, hir golden scales flicker in the starlight. Sighing under hir breath at being called out to the zoo at this late hour, looking about shi surveys the area, seems shi is the first one here.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The fox known as Thelergramor walks into the zoo, hands in his pockets, utterly unconcerned about the trade route. Just here for the potential reward. Only thing bothering him is his rut, but he&#039;s pretty in control right now. Looks over those who have also volunteered.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Normally, Danielle would not be one to assist Zephyr. She didn&#039;t agree with the things they did or believed in... and yet here she was. Why? Because she benifited from the trade routes as well. One of the trees rustle... and with a snap, a Bunnee falls out of it, smacking against the ground below. She gives a little groan and dusts herself off, &quot;Well that landing was less than graceful...&quot; She murmurs to herself, giving a bit of a hateful glare at the tree behind her. ... She then notices that she wasn&#039;t alone when that happened, and her cheeks redden. &quot;You didn&#039;t see that.&quot; She tells the other two.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;a normally cheerfull tune echoed through the air, made sinister by the surrounding darkness and the tone by which it&#039;s whistled. Closer and closer it comes, like a herald of the damned it creeps through the night. Eventually a womanly Vampire comes into view, a chilling comfort on her face that few should ever have in such a nightmare inducing place. Glowing green eyes and a freakishly pale cave come into view, accompanied by smooth, obsidian hair and sapphire lips. On her back a large weapon is covered by cloth and over her shoulder she&#039;s holding what appears to be a regular laser-rifle. Her clothing is rather strange, she has ona leopard-print robe over her Zephyr armor and what appears to be a pimphat over her helmet. When this woman sees the current group of three, she gives a brief wave and walks up to them.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Prios creeps in from further up the path, a short and heavily pregnant quail-like creature wearing nothing more than a lanyard around her neck with a badge reading &quot;Hello my name is Prios&quot; proudly displayed. She darts her head left, then right, then left, looking over all the others assembled here. Prios promptly begins speaking in a voice that is (amazingly enough) hushed, a sort of babbling whisper, barely even stopping to breathe. &quot;Oh you guys. You guys. This is so exciting! Are you excited? I think I might be getting excited! This is neat. Neat neat neat neat NEAT! What do you think we&#039;ll find? Maybe a giant bear ate all the trady people. A giant bear! Have you guys seen a giant bear before? I did once but it turned out I was dreaming!&quot; She dances on her little legs a bit, dripping... something... from her breast, as yet unremarked-upon. &quot;Oh. Oh wait. This place is mostly cats, isn&#039;t it. I remember now! Maybe it&#039;s a giant cat! A big kitty! Shh. Don&#039;t talk too much, you guys, the giant cat will hear us! Shhh shhh shuuusshhhhh. No wait. WAIT. What if...&quot; She shivers her feathers with the intensity of the incoming revelation. &quot;A bird. A bird! There&#039;s birds deeper in you guys. Hey, I&#039;m a bird!&quot; She flaps her wings in demonstration. &quot;We&#039;re really clever and evil, us birds. Could be a bird! Look for bird things. Other than me. Shh be quiet though.&quot; She cranes her neck, scanning the area, pupils dilating.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As people roll in, the sounds seem to get a bit more hushed. There is still the ever present cricking of the gate, the wind through the leaves. But everything seems to bet a bit more muted. The stentch seems to get worse however. Still no real signs of anything here though. The rustle of a bush here, the sounds of trees moving there. At a glance there doesn&#039;t seem to be any reason that there is any disterbances.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Once Danielle had dusted herself off completely, she shuffles in her boots just a bit. &quot;Hrm...&quot; She says as her ears pick up the surrounding noises... or rather, lack of. Things were a bit louder just a bit ago, but now... &quot;I think they know we&#039;re here.&quot; She says in a hush whisper, not sure if anyone else could hear her... but it wasn&#039;t really that hard to determine. &quot;Let&#039;s find the reason behind the trade route&#039;s disruption, hopefully quickly... this place gives me the heebie jeebies.&quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Seguro the dragon sits back for now waving to hyper quail and the vampires as they arrive, tired from hir flight shi rest in the clearing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Prios reaches up a claw and scratches at the single silly-looking feather hanging off the top of her head, grooming it thoughtfully. This thoughtfulness does not preclude speech. &quot;Hmm. Hmm. Mmm oh oh oh. No. Wait!... wait wait waaiiiit... No. No, nothing. Sorry, everybody. Nothin&#039;. No wait. No really. Shhhhhhhh. Wait. Hear that? It&#039;s... quiet. It&#039;s /really/ quiet.&quot; She cranes her neck again. &quot;Actually you guys...&quot; Suddenly she flies up into a tree in a burst of feathers, a kind of powered leap. She takes another look from the higher vantage point. &quot;I&#039;m a bird,&quot; she stage-whispers helpfully.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Alvera swings her rifle down and readies it. &quot;We&#039;ve got company people!&quot; She readies herself and hopes the others will listen to her....&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor scratches at his muzzle, still unused to it. &quot;Right, be more careful in trees.&quot; Glancing around at the others, he nods to the vampiress, having some.. intimate knowledge of her. &quot;Alvera.&quot; He waits for the others to proceed, rut deepening as he stands around. Notes the pregnant quail as it flies. &quot;Right, you are a bird, yes.&quot; He pulls his scarf up over his face, no particularly good reason other than he wanted to.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;With the cover blown, hearing Thelergramor and most of all, Prios&#039; display, a large Panthertaur pounces at the bird mid flight! Though Prios attempts to move out of the way, she is nicked by the Panther. No major harm to her, though already the effects of combat take a toll upon her form, the nick to her legs shifting them to match the form of the beast which just struck her! As the Panther Taur lands, a few others come out as well, more Panthers, cheetahs, felinoids. Seems there is a cause for alarm!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;With the absolutely best timing ever, the not-so-illustrious Zaki wanders into the zoo, her bangle bracelets shimmering a bit as she waves her arms in a light circle, each step more of a hop, beating wings holding her up for the barest moment before she lands into the next step-hop. She pauses a moment as the large cats come out from hiding. Flashing her biggest and broadest smile, she simply gives a cheery &quot;Hello!&quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The dragon rises to hir feet seeing derpy bird under attack, reading hir self for combat, shi begins waves hir talons in the air bending the fabric of space around hir fellow agents protecting them from harm. The large dragon calls the cats &quot;Who are you, speak&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;.&quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Prios tumbles through the air and lands lightly on the ground, but springs to her new feet. She appears fairly used to these limbs, as if she&#039;s had feline legs of just this sort before. She /hisses/, her previous bubbly demeanor all but vanished. &quot;You mangy, wretched BITCH...&quot; She rears up, and in a horrifying moment, she rapidly grows to the size of a human... then a seeming forest of tentacles sprouts from her form. &quot;I will /tear/ you limb from limb,&quot; this awful new creature groans. &quot;All of you. All your miserable backup - all your mewling sex partners - I will laugh as I paint this zoo with your guts...&quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor says, &quot;Shit.&quot; Hands flying from his pockets. His right pulls his laser pistol, left grabbing one of his knives as the cats charge them. Giving no chance for diplomacy, Thel fires a shot at the panthertaur. &quot;Fucking ferals...&quot; May not be ferals, not risking it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Danielle was quite surprised when a group of felines leaps out from the foliage. She was expecting an attack, but certainly not so soon after things getting quiet! She flops over flat onto her side, opening her mouth with a gasp. ... None of them leapt towards her, yay! She had no idea why she was so damned scared of felines, they just scrambled her belly all to hell. But still, they were a threat and a threat had to be taken out! Maybe things could be done peacefully, th- nevermind, the one that they leapt at just turned into some devilish creature and was threatening to give the zoo a new layer of paint with their entrails. There goes that plan. &quot;Well, looks like combat is the only option now!&quot; She blurts, reaching towards her back and taking the AK slung across it, holding it in a firing position and getting ready.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Alvera scoffs and mutters &#039;dummkopfs&#039; to herself, then aims her rifle at the feral closest to her and fires! &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As Thelergramor and Alvera fire, Prios takes up a great show of their own force! The attempts by Seguro to talk seem to be lost in the gunfire and great bellowing happening below the dragon. For some, that is enough action for one night, running off. But for others, this simply poses more of a challenge, and, for them, more fun should they win! Those that remained have their hearts hardened by a great roar from somewhere in the middle of the zoo itself, soon, a face given to the voice! A lion beast, looking quite stronger than the normal fair around steps out into the moon light! &quot;You&#039;d challenge us with your words and weapons! Lets see how well you do!&quot; And with that the cats take to the charge!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Seguro shoots to the large cat &quot;Here kitty kitty.&quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Prios shrieks, leaps forward, and, well, explodes. He/she/it roars something, but it&#039;s lost in the awful racket.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Well, not really explodes. But it sure looks that way. It looks like it hurts them, but it seems to be painful for the cats as well.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor takes another shot at the cats. &quot;Fuckers.&quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Danielle seems to get a bit of a light in her eyes, a devious one! Excitement radiates from Danielle as she goes into a frenzy, leaps towards the opposition and kicks one of the felines right in the jaw, causing her to bounce off it&#039;s face.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Prios shifts again as the fires die down. He leans over the the lion beast, and slowly cracks a smile, grasping him by the mane. &quot;It seems you are outclassed, my adorable little kitten.&quot; Then he roughly drags the lion to his feet. &quot;I think my companions want a word with you. Listen to their questions carefully. Very. Carefully.&quot; Prios hurls the fallen King before the others, growling.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;A yelp is about the only thing heard from Zaki, her form almost seeming to convulse as she sort of &#039;grows&#039; into a black dragon. She manages to land one basic punch amidst the short-lived swarm of combat, but by the time she can sink a claw properly, it&#039;s already over, stumbling with the collapsing panther taur. Blink blink.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor didn&#039;t do much in the fight, basically just fired his pistol at the cats. &quot;Heh, I&#039;ve got no questions. Do what you want with him. I&#039;m just going to stand and watch for a moment.&quot; Thel sheathes his knife, holsters his pistol, stands around watching.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The dragon bows hir head a powerful aura flood the battle field a power classified as the lion within begins to shield and empower hir allies. Hir sun hued gaze turns to the pack of large cats; calling to hir patron, several large chunks of meteoric rock appears out of a fold in the fabric space above the cat&#039;s heads slamming into them knocking them off balance as hir allies go to work.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Alvera pulls a chainsword from her belt and walks over to the Lion King. &quot;I say we should enjoy ourselves..... to the victors go the spoils.&quot; The Vampiress&#039;s eyes twist with sinister anticipation as she lifts the chainsword.....&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Danielle dusts her hands off on her pants after slinging her rifle back across her back, looking over the result of their battle. All the casualties were on their side, good. Well at least she didn&#039;t need to bring out her already rather limited medical supplies. She&#039;s been running out lately, mostly because of her own combat training as of late. She&#039;s been doing it outside of the bubbles where her injuries feel more real. &quot;We should probably keep them alive...&quot; She notes, &quot;We might be able to get information out of them.&quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;With the cats ran off, or collapsed into heaps, the lion is tossed into the center of the small group. His eyes roll about, blinking and looking up unfocused. Nanites already working to fix him up, but it will definately take some time to repair all the damage done. A soft growl comes from him as he looks about. On his back like that, his barbed, swollen and ready member is easy sean, along with the above average balls under them. Ears pinned back, tail swishing softly, seems he is mostly out of it as he looks up... however, it is easy to hear more of them on their way, not even attempting to be sneaky now!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor crosses his arms, leans back. &quot;Yes, well, information. Just cut him up, he&#039;ll be fine eventually.&quot; The fox yawns, then hears more coming. &quot;Think more are on the way. Maybe we grab him and leave?&quot; His hands go to his knife and pistol again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Alvera giggles. &quot;I say we kill the fucker, maybe the sight of his head&#039;ll scare the others away.&quot;  She looks at the others. &quot;but we should decide quickly, we can&#039;t let them overwhealm us.&quot; The Vampiress turns a foot, ready to turn around at the first sign of trouble.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Prios awws in mock concern for the King&#039;s welfare, holding up a paw at Alvera, and grasping the feline&#039;s mane. &quot;Now madam. That is just cruel. We don&#039;t want to be doing cruel things to our new friend here. Like dragging him in front of his whole pride and fucking him in the ass with the biggest, girthiest cock we can find. We would /never/ do that.&quot; He grasps the King&#039;s chin in one hand and slowly narrows his eyes. &quot;We&#039;re not /animals/.&quot; Prios perks his ears, listening for the approach of backup. &quot;But we might get frightened and take /extreme/ action if you don&#039;t order those reinforcements to leave us unharmed. You don&#039;t want that to happen, do you?&quot; He bares his teeth.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Zaki blinks again, staring down at the panther taur resting beneath her, before looking towards the rest of the group. Picking herself up she steps over, before tilting her head as she looks around outside the circle. &quot;Yeah, what...&quot; She pauses, glancing at Prios. &quot;...he said&lt;/ins&gt;.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;In the dead of night, shortly after sunset, the zoo is a very forboding place. Without the lights that once burned brightly overhead, the shadows made by the thin streams of moonlight making it through the clouded sky seem to move on their own. A slight breeze maes the chilled air seem that much colder. There wasn&#039;t much information to be had, there was something keeping this trade route being used, something Z wanted figured out. The Promethians had a bit of stock in this as well. Though more self sufficent without scrounging around the city and its outlaying areas, without new parts for the few machines they had, it wouldn&#039;t be long before trouble would come to them as well. In the distance, a cage door creaks on its hinges, the scent of musk, sex, and most of all, the stink of unwashed and cum dried fur of some large cats hangs in the air.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The large dragon lands with a thud, the dragoness wears heavy combat armor under a tattered lab coat, hir golden scales flicker in the starlight. Sighing under hir breath at being called out to the zoo at this late hour, looking about shi surveys the area, seems shi is the first one here.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The fox known as Thelergramor walks into the zoo, hands in his pockets, utterly unconcerned about the trade route. Just here for the potential reward. Only thing bothering him is his rut, but he&#039;s pretty in control right now. Looks over those who have also volunteered.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Normally, Danielle would not be one to assist Zephyr. She didn&#039;t agree with the things they did or believed in... and yet here she was. Why? Because she benifited from the trade routes as well. One of the trees rustle... and with a snap, a Bunnee falls out of it, smacking against the ground below. She gives a little groan and dusts herself off, &quot;Well that landing was less than graceful...&quot; She murmurs to herself, giving a bit of a hateful glare at the tree behind her. ... She then notices that she wasn&#039;t alone when that happened, and her cheeks redden. &quot;You didn&#039;t see that.&quot; She tells the other two.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;a normally cheerfull tune echoed through the air, made sinister by the surrounding darkness and the tone by which it&#039;s whistled. Closer and closer it comes, like a herald of the damned it creeps through the night. Eventually a womanly Vampire comes into view, a chilling comfort on her face that few should ever have in such a nightmare inducing place. Glowing green eyes and a freakishly pale cave come into view, accompanied by smooth, obsidian hair and sapphire lips. On her back a large weapon is covered by cloth and over her shoulder she&#039;s holding what appears to be a regular laser-rifle. Her clothing is rather strange, she has ona leopard-print robe over her Zephyr armor and what appears to be a pimphat over her helmet. When this woman sees the current group of three, she gives a brief wave and walks up to them.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Prios creeps in from further up the path, a short and heavily pregnant quail-like creature wearing nothing more than a lanyard around her neck with a badge reading &quot;Hello my name is Prios&quot; proudly displayed. She darts her head left, then right, then left, looking over all the others assembled here. Prios promptly begins speaking in a voice that is (amazingly enough) hushed, a sort of babbling whisper, barely even stopping to breathe. &quot;Oh you guys. You guys. This is so exciting! Are you excited? I think I might be getting excited! This is neat. Neat neat neat neat NEAT! What do you think we&#039;ll find? Maybe a giant bear ate all the trady people. A giant bear! Have you guys seen a giant bear before? I did once but it turned out I was dreaming!&quot; She dances on her little legs a bit, dripping... something... from her breast, as yet unremarked-upon. &quot;Oh. Oh wait. This place is mostly cats, isn&#039;t it. I remember now! Maybe it&#039;s a giant cat! A big kitty! Shh. Don&#039;t talk too much, you guys, the giant cat will hear us! Shhh shhh shuuusshhhhh. No wait. WAIT. What if...&quot; She shivers her feathers with the intensity of the incoming revelation. &quot;A bird. A bird! There&#039;s birds deeper in you guys. Hey, I&#039;m a bird!&quot; She flaps her wings in demonstration. &quot;We&#039;re really clever and evil, us birds. Could be a bird! Look for bird things. Other than me. Shh be quiet though.&quot; She cranes her neck, scanning the area, pupils dilating.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;As people roll in, the sounds seem to get a bit more hushed. There is still the ever present cricking of the gate, the wind through the leaves. But everything seems to bet a bit more muted. The stentch seems to get worse however. Still no real signs of anything here though. The rustle of a bush here, the sounds of trees moving there. At a glance there doesn&#039;t seem to be any reason that there is any disterbances.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Once Danielle had dusted herself off completely, she shuffles in her boots just a bit. &quot;Hrm...&quot; She says as her ears pick up the surrounding noises... or rather, lack of. Things were a bit louder just a bit ago, but now... &quot;I think they know we&#039;re here.&quot; She says in a hush whisper, not sure if anyone else could hear her... but it wasn&#039;t really that hard to determine. &quot;Let&#039;s find the reason behind the trade route&#039;s disruption, hopefully quickly... this place gives me the heebie jeebies.&quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Seguro the dragon sits back for now waving to hyper quail and the vampires as they arrive, tired from hir flight shi rest in the clearing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Prios reaches up a claw and scratches at the single silly-looking feather hanging off the top of her head, grooming it thoughtfully. This thoughtfulness does not preclude speech. &quot;Hmm. Hmm. Mmm oh oh oh. No. Wait!... wait wait waaiiiit... No. No, nothing. Sorry, everybody. Nothin&#039;. No wait. No really. Shhhhhhhh. Wait. Hear that? It&#039;s... quiet. It&#039;s /really/ quiet.&quot; She cranes her neck again. &quot;Actually you guys...&quot; Suddenly she flies up into a tree in a burst of feathers, a kind of powered leap. She takes another look from the higher vantage point. &quot;I&#039;m a bird,&quot; she stage-whispers helpfully.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Alvera swings her rifle down and readies it. &quot;We&#039;ve got company people!&quot; She readies herself and hopes the others will listen to her....&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Thelergramor scratches at his muzzle, still unused to it. &quot;Right, be more careful in trees.&quot; Glancing around at the others, he nods to the vampiress, having some.. intimate knowledge of her. &quot;Alvera.&quot; He waits for the others to proceed, rut deepening as he stands around. Notes the pregnant quail as it flies. &quot;Right, you are a bird, yes.&quot; He pulls his scarf up over his face, no particularly good reason other than he wanted to.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;With the cover blown, hearing Thelergramor and most of all, Prios&#039; display, a large Panthertaur pounces at the bird mid flight! Though Prios attempts to move out of the way, she is nicked by the Panther. No major harm to her, though already the effects of combat take a toll upon her form, the nick to her legs shifting them to match the form of the beast which just struck her! As the Panther Taur lands, a few others come out as well, more Panthers, cheetahs, felinoids. Seems there is a cause for alarm!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;With the absolutely best timing ever, the not-so-illustrious Zaki wanders into the zoo, her bangle bracelets shimmering a bit as she waves her arms in a light circle, each step more of a hop, beating wings holding her up for the barest moment before she lands into the next step-hop. She pauses a moment as the large cats come out from hiding. Flashing her biggest and broadest smile, she simply gives a cheery &quot;Hello!&quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The dragon rises to hir feet seeing derpy bird under attack, reading hir self for combat, shi begins waves hir talons in the air bending the fabric of space around hir fellow agents protecting them from harm. The large dragon calls the cats &quot;Who are you, speak.&quot;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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