Lilind stares at you, dumbfounded. "Are you mad! We've got to get out of here!"
You try to kiss her on the nape of the neck, but she pushes you away. With a spurt of energy from a second wind, Lilind grabs a hold of the sphincter and pries it open. She pulls her self into the tiger's throat, then gradually ascends to her mouth. She tickles the beast's tongue, causing it to open. Lilind rolls out to the ground, bounces up to her feet, and begins to run away. Only then does she notice the tiger has no interest in her.
For a moment, you thought to follow the night elf out, but the stomach acids burned your skin pleasantly, like the steaming waters of a hot spring. As your hands drifted down to your nethers, you realized you were quite content to stay where you were. The tiger, as much as it might have preferred an easy two-course meal, was content to just digest you rather than go after Lilind.
Hearing the glorps and gurgles of the tiger's stomach, Lilind knows that it is only a matter of time before you are reduced to mush. There is nothing she can do for you. So, she dons her discarded gear, still covered in cat drool, and completes the mission with a renewed sense of purpose. Returning with a sketch of the ogre's encampment, she taps the sleeping tiger apprehensively. It awakes slowly, groggily. Lilind mounts her, and rides back to Southshore.
Before long, the tiger stops. Lilind tugs on the reins, but she doesn't move. Given the beast's recent unpredictability, she decides it would be best to wait for a bit. Perhaps she needs a quick rest?
A minute passes, and the tiger resumes her movement. A rank smell assaults Lilind's noise, and her face crinkles in disgust. She looks all around her, but cannot find the source of the foul odor. Then she glances behind her, and spots a mound of feces on the road. "I guess that was the end of the road for the Evelyn" she says with bittersweet amusement, for she disliked seeing a proud warrior reduced to such a state.
Or did she?
Lilind thought of what a powerful digestive system her tiger must have, to reduce a full grown woman to waste so quickly. The usable parts of you were even now pumping through the tiger's veins, fueling the rock hard muscles that shifted beneath the night elf. Her breath quickened. Then, it dawned on her.
She wanted to be eaten.
Her entire life, she had been tought to revere the nightsabers, the prime predators of the jungle. Their stealth, quickness, and agility were an inspiration to all Sentinels. Imagine. She could become one with such a magestic creature. The alliance and its insignificant quarrels be damned, this was her true destiny, her true calling. She stroked the tiger's silver mane, glistening in the evening sun, and knew she would soon be a part of it.
Hours later, the tiger lay in a thick bed of grass, digesting her second copious meal of the day. Her purrs complement her gurgling gut, like some odd musical composition. Suddenly, a very unmusical burst of flatulence rings out. The tiger hastily trots over to a small sinkhole, and hunkers down over it. Her purrs grow in intensity as she feels Lilind slip out. Once the tiger finishes voiding her bowls, she trods off, leaving behind a sinkhole filled to the brim with purple poop.
The tiger, being an insentient beast, had no conception of Lilind's desire to be a part of it. All she knew was that the night elf had been a delicious meal, a fine end to a wonderful day of feasting.
