The wingless Dragon people from this strange land were modern like most of the world today. They had jobs, life styles, cars and phones, shirts and merchandise, favourite bands and all the like. Their main difference to us however was these peoples immense size, often distances to reach even jsut their shoulders from the ground were recorded at 20ft. In certain districts their orca like skin can range from an array of beautiful different colours and backgrounds, showing a diversity of where all these dragon folk had come from.

Being quite large, these dragon people were natural predators and would frequently partake in swallowing other lesser 'folk' alive, usually stripping them of all their own clothes and possessions to avoid anything getting stuck in the predators gut. It wouldn't happen often, but every now and then an unhappy victim might be carried around for hours before finally being properly stewed, most culprits being acid resitance smaller dragons and heavily scaled lizards, the poor carrier forced to push in on and knead the food, hoping to help rub and grind down the occupant.

Bane was unfortunately one of the prior mentioned 'acid- resistant' types having been a little altered himself. After straying into the wrong area, he was swiftly cornered, stripped of his worldly possessions and swallowed down by this female, feet first. With no idea on how tough her newest capture was, she continued on her day with her errands, her thick midsection bouncing around with a contorted guest.

Hours had passed and yet still she felt the inside of her stomach expand and shift. That previous meal was still alive it seemed, surpassing the length of many others she had eaten over the previous weeks. Walking up to a street crossing she pressed the button and waiting, pulling up the hems of her shorts with her thumbs, pulling them up a little. Looking left slowly, then right, she hoped that the cars that were currently flying past on the semi-busy road would be commanded to a halt soon so she was allowed safe passage to the other side. There was a good few pushes around inside. "Hmmm, stubborn thing. " The dragoness muttered to herself, before giving her hips a good roll about. She felt folds and innards clutch and shift position a bit around the curled fox inside, a few satisfying muffled 'mrrrfles' from the said trapped fox could be felt vibrate through. Finally, the light changed, forcing cars and trucks to roll to a slow stop. She wagged her tail and started walking again, making the prisoner start to bounce once again. After reaching the other side, she continued on along her journety, passing a few other folk before bringing her hands around her midsections bulge. It felt good identifying the different parts of the still alive prey inside, pushing her fingers through, squeezing the guest on purpose. Was that the back of his head? Was that the side of his arm? The dragoness smiled and rumbled softly as she wobbled along, feeling up one part for sure. "ohh I can feel your feetsies..." She bit her bottom lip and smiled a little, surprised at how long this one was still lasting. Maybe if I'm lucky, you'll still be concious by the time I get home.."