Kusara Shrine

High into the Hoichi Mountains, Kusara Shrine sits in its abandoned state as it always has been... well, mostly abandoned. The shrine and temple house a powerful artifact of the Tengu who inhabit these tall, sparsely forested mountains, an object from the primordial age of Galiavan that is kept hidden and protected by the most unique of guardians.

The Ancient Sea Elf, or Sameyoshi, Tsukisame, guards the shrine night and day. Never straying to far from the rotting building, whose interior was actually more lavish and well kept compared to the decomposing exterior; chopping down branches of the Hoichiwood that when burned, do not create smoke, to fuel the bath she was going to prepare for herself. Sweat rolled down her jiggling features, each downward swing of her axe splintering the wood to easier to handle pieces. She wiped her brow with her bare arm, her short kimono's sleeves were hanging around her waist, leaving her arms exposed, and causing her medium large breasts to sway and bounce with her erratic movement.



She was tall, about 5'9 in height, with long silver-white hair and large brown eyes instead of her father's blue. She wiped her brow and looked down at the pile of wood. "Should be enough," She says, her tone cool as ice, if not a little winded from her efforts. Collecting the wood pieces bundled together, she makes her way back to the shrine dragging the wood by the rope and with her chopping ax leaning against her left shoulder. The Tengu would come in a couple hours to hand her supplies of rice and meat, which she was looking forward to after this excruciating work out. She walked over to the furnace, and began to throw in the pieces of log to help warm the bath, the crackling of fire her only indication of the wood burning aside from its scent; for otherwise the flames produced little smoke... one of the reasons why the shrine is able to remain so well hidden despite the number of travelers to the region, as small as that was.

Tsuki sighed. "Haahh... well, should be a nice bath once its finished." She yawned, stretching her arms high above her head, her bosom jiggling as she stretched her lithe body side to side. "Better do some stretches," She told herself, and slid her shapely legs outward into a split! She leaned forwards, her boobs hanging flattened against the wooden boards of the walkway under the shrine- her limber and flexible body popping out the kinks and knots she collected through her robotic wood chopping from earlier! "Ahhhhh~" She moaned, blushing. "This'll feel so much nicer with a bath as well~" She hummed, sweetly.

"...I really hope those watching me, don't get the wrong impression. I feel like I'm being set up." Enigma mumbles to himself, getting no pleasure from observing the lone half-sea elf, a rarity these days as it had been for millennia. He didn't even think he met one, if he had he lost all memories of such, but considering the woman was practically naked and stretching her body out for the world to see like a big sign that said 'eat me', he just hung back for now. Less complications that way, and he wasn't interested in her flesh in either sense, but more so the item of power she was protecting. Yet, from his far off perch, binoculars in hand, he felt a blow was struck to his personal morals, and was somewhat embarrassed that he came off as a creep watching this elf do her thing.

It had been on his mind though, lingering there... the object of power the elf was protecting. He had forgotten about it, in reality till he was making his way to the Empress... and decided to send another one of his 'selves' to investigate the old claim. The Tengu were a withdrawn people, beautiful creatures really and were not in the slightest long nosed old men or bird people.... well they were bird people, but they were akin to almost to angels with jet black or grey wings. Most appeared human, others not so much. They had an item of power however that has eluded Shadow Law since its foundation, but its always been a mission shelved or put on the back burner... no one really cared that much. But... considering it was guarded now by an almost extinct species of elves most thought had died out or devolved into the Beijionese mortals, it made the object all the more interesting to obtain. It could be a damn whoopie cushion for all he cared, but if it held power from the days of yore... it was best to collect it now while the mortals and demons continued to vie for power. Enigma had a hunch that he may need to begin collecting... insurance, so to speak, in case Shadow Law gets the pointy end of the stick... so to speak.

Yet... here he was, a powerful being who could snap this mountainside like a twig with a flick of his wrist, and he wasn't able to progress due to the woman's... physical routine. It didn't coincide with his writing, his narrative to simply go down there and snuff out a rare creature... some may call him a hypocrite for that, but seriously he couldn't venture any further. He felt off about it, and though he seriously could not be harmed physically by her, it hurt his pride thinking about waltzing down there while she was prepping herself a bath to play his role as antagonist. No... it was simply too... boring. He thought of a million different ways to proceed, but couldn't decide on one, while at the same time all seemed too extreme or subtle for his liking. The narrative... was lacking something. That thing, that would make his taking of the sacred artifact of the Tengu worth it, well, for him- Shadow Law benefited from it regardless if he felt successful or not, he was shifting his concern over to his personal narrative in the whole scheme of things now, damned be Shadow Law if they took that joy from him for a stupid glowing orb or whatever it was inside the shrine! He wanted this scenario to play out... perfectly. Just... was lacking an element, something to spice it up.

"Hmm... does she really have to bend that way? She does realize she's asking for trouble? Right? Right?" He asked the air, pulling away the binoculars with a shrug. He felt like a dirty pervert up in the pine tree watching her like this... it was sad when he wanted to rejoin one of his other selves just to get out of this awkward situation. Still... he had a job to do, and the only reason it hadn't been finished as he was stalling himself due to poor writing in his own mind. He continued to observe the situation, though he had no love for it... while pondering how best to write the future scene out.

Otrimi yawned and let his serpent-like tongue flick the air. His stomach bubbled with the meal he had just recently acquired on the road. A voluptuous ninja damsel whom he'd snatched up in the middle of her mission would serve as a fine midday snack, but the meal felt half complete. Sure, she struggled within his belly and her feet occasionally poked out visible through his gut, but he had only just devoured her. She would need a friend so she wouldn't get lonely.

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Mahiro's purple hair and eyes were splattered by light bits of stomach acid as she pounded away at the interior of Otrimi's stomach. "Let me out you vile beast!" She couldn't believe she had been caught off guard so easily. She hadn't even heard this thing creeping up behind her on the road. Nor had she even seen it. What was this foul beast? Her large breasts jiggled with every prancing step her devourer took, keeping her off balance.

Her skimpy ninja garb was meant to help her seduce her target, the head of a wealthy clan that was giving her own master trouble. Flash some skin, close in, and deliver a nice small incision across his arm to deliver her poison. That was her mission, and it should have been a simple job, the very definition of easy money. But then this...thing deftly disarmed her and swallowed her before she could even summon a single spider.

The tattoo on her left breast seemed to mock her as it bounced into view every time her chest jiggled. The creature had removed her sandals and shin wrappings, leaving her clad only in her purple kimono, sash, and gloves. She could exhale any poison jutsu either for fear of affecting herself. But she had to think of something quickly....

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"But what's this? Why I think I smell a friend for you!" The beast of chaos craned his neck down to his stomach and said to Mahiro, keep voice reverberating throughout his body for her to hear. "What do you mean by that?!" She retorted, ignoring the absurdity of conversing with the thing that devoured her. "Why a sea elf of course! I haven't tasted their flesh in over a hundred years. Hard to believe there are still any of them around. Let's be off!" Otrimi muttered excitedly before disappearing in a puff of mist.

Moments later, he appeared overlooking Kusara Shrine and instantly spotted the white haired beauty stretching below. "It's official. She wants to be devoured. And who am I to deny her wish? We even have an audience." Otrimi had the current tendency to think out loud, his three right eyes catching sight of the other figure observing the Sea Elf. Not caring if he was seen, he gracefully leapt down the mountainside to observer his future meal up close and personal....

BastionCon wrote:Otrimi yawned and let his serpent-like tongue flick the air. His stomach bubbled with the meal he had just recently acquired on the road. A voluptuous ninja damsel whom he'd snatched up in the middle of her mission would serve as a fine midday snack, but the meal felt half complete. Sure, she struggled within his belly and her feet occasionally poked out visible through his gut, but he had only just devoured her. She would need a friend so she wouldn't get lonely.

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Mahiro's purple hair and eyes were splattered by light bits of stomach acid as she pounded away at the interior of Otrimi's stomach. "Let me out you vile beast!" She couldn't believe she had been caught off guard so easily. She hadn't even heard this thing creeping up behind her on the road. Nor had she even seen it. What was this foul beast? Her large breasts jiggled with every prancing step her devourer took, keeping her off balance.

Her skimpy ninja garb was meant to help her seduce her target, the head of a wealthy clan that was giving her own master trouble. Flash some skin, close in, and deliver a nice small incision across his arm to deliver her poison. That was her mission, and it should have been a simple job, the very definition of easy money. But then this...thing deftly disarmed her and swallowed her before she could even summon a single spider.

The tattoo on her left breast seemed to mock her as it bounced into view every time her chest jiggled. The creature had removed her sandals and shin wrappings, leaving her clad only in her purple kimono, sash, and gloves. She could exhale any poison jutsu either for fear of affecting herself. But she had to think of something quickly....

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"But what's this? Why I think I smell a friend for you!" The beast of chaos craned his neck down to his stomach and said to Mahiro, keep voice reverberating throughout his body for her to hear. "What do you mean by that?!" She retorted, ignoring the absurdity of conversing with the thing that devoured her. "Why a sea elf of course! I haven't tasted their flesh in over a hundred years. Hard to believe there are still any of them around. Let's be off!" Otrimi muttered excitedly before disappearing in a puff of mist.

Moments later, he appeared overlooking Kusara Shrine and instantly spotted the white haired beauty stretching below. "It's official. She wants to be devoured. And who am I to deny her wish? We even have an audience." Otrimi had the current tendency to think out loud, his three right eyes catching sight of the other figure observing the Sea Elf. Not caring if he was seen, he gracefully leapt down the mountainside to observer his future meal up close and personal....

Tsukisame was finishing up her stretches, the sauna bath bellowing with steam beside her. "Looks about time," She yawned, sliding herself back into position, her breasts bobbing as she stood up twisted her torso side to side. The sleeveless cropped leather top jiggled behind the black silk mini kimono she wore, her silvery white hair blowing in the light breeze... and there was something odd about it. She could smell something off... but couldn't place it. It was something different... and it wasn't till her chi senses kicked in that something told her to have a quick look around. Her leather stirrup thigh high leggings exposed her bare toes and heel, and to protect the pads of her feet she slipped on the simple straw sandals lain out beside the wooden landing of the temple shrine. She picked up her Tachi and hung it off her belt, had her mask pinned to her side, and looked around for a brief patrol. It could have been one of the tengu children playing a prank upon her again... but something told her otherwise.



"Hello? Is it you again, little ones? Didn't your parents tell you not to wander this far from the path?" She asked, with her fan resting on her left shoulder, tapping it passive aggressively. She used her fan for less lethal attacks, or to deliver punishment in the form of welts; she could also channel her magic through it like a wand, but hadn't had to use such on Tengu children, not lost travelers save that handsome young fellow a while back who wouldn't leave... so she threw him off the mountain with a wind gust. She was sure he got the hint after that. Poor fellow.

She looked around, her lidded brown eyes taking in the swaying pines and furs with a cold chill running up her spine. She felt like she was being watched by something far older than children... but it seemed child like yet. She stood still and began to listen closely with her long, twitching ears...

Hiina Wakizaka the Tengu appeared close by, her inky black wings receding as she lands upon a nearby boulder in the rock garden. "Are you always this pensive, Tsukisame?" The tengu teased, leaning forwards, her large bosom bouncing as she did so, while her Tachi bounced against her lower back, her chains rattling as she moved about.




"Whats wrong? You finally crack on this lonely shift?" She continued to tease the half-sea elf, giggling playfully.

A new friend had come out to play. Otrimi thought he smelled something on the wind, but his mind had anticipated the taste of sea elf far too much to care. Rather than reveal himself right away, he instead stopped halfway down the cliff face and crouched onto all fours. His body camouflaged itself to match the rocks around him, perfectly blending in with the environment. But he still wouldn't stifle the struggles of his digesting meal.

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Mahiro struggled to remain above the stomach acid, breathing in more of its fumes by the moment. Her entire outfit and arsenal had been digested by this point, leaving only her naked body the contents of Otrimi's stomach. "I can't...keep this up for...much....longaaaa..." The ninja finally succumbed to the toxic atmosphere, sinking to the bottom of her fleshy prison. Acid lingered all around her voluptuous body, threatening digestion in mere moments.

But Otrimi wasn't done having his fun yet. Once Mahiro reached the bottom of his stomach, the aberration expelled the stomach acid through his side. It was a simple matter of controlling his biology to create a safe flow for the acid and empty it onto the rocks. It burned the stone and smoldered for a few moments before sizzling out, leaving his meal intact and alive. The ninja had to meet her new friend or multiples after all...