You try to pull a spell together, but the elements can't reach you inside the stomach. You weep and try to punch your way out, as the stomach fills up more with fluids you grow more desperate and claw at the sphincter. You make some headway, opening it up and quickly shove your head up, trying to push yourself out. Thirty minutes of vigorous squirming and shaking manage to push your face up onto it's tongue, only to discover it licking your skin all over again before swallowing you back down.
You growl in frustration as your thrown back into the stomach, it let you up just to taste you again! You kick at the sphincter now, and while it seems to aggravate the cat, it's not going to throw you up any time soon. You struggle by punching, kicking, squirming, and clawing for the next hour as your being steadily digested. Eventually though, it's just too much for a beautiful Draenei to handle, and you succumb to the acids. Your eyes close as sleep and exhaustion claim you, going head-first into the pool of gastric juice. From then on, the Night Stalker sleeps peacefully as your being processed in it's stomach.
An hour later, your traveling through it's intestines, being used to make it's coat much shinier, and it's claws another inch. Most of you is just converted into energy and proteins though, nurturing the Tiger. Once you finish your trip, the great beast comes to a stand and squats, you come back into the world, and do leave a legacy behind.
As a pile of blue fertilizer.
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