Thalassa
At the Fyrhund's snapping maw and accompanying growl, Thal just gave a stuttering, hissing sound that substituted for a mocking laugh. The burly creature was much to slow for her slippery form. And until he was able to tear through the skull and into the mouth, she felt safe enough to let herself indulge in the fresh meat.
Just as she'd assumed, a mere three bites had her satisfied and a comfortable weight settled in her tiny stomach. The sensation was such that she liquified into a small puddle of lava, content to let the food digest slowly as she lounged within the beast. A wafting smoke continued to fill the chamber while the sizzling lulled her into a comfortable relaxation, totally unbothered by the hungry Fyrhund just outside.
Just as she'd assumed, a mere three bites had her satisfied and a comfortable weight settled in her tiny stomach. The sensation was such that she liquified into a small puddle of lava, content to let the food digest slowly as she lounged within the beast. A wafting smoke continued to fill the chamber while the sizzling lulled her into a comfortable relaxation, totally unbothered by the hungry Fyrhund just outside.
