let me out.'Ī deep, bassy yawn rumbles from Ravik's maw and the dragon pauses, his bloated stomach sloshes and groans as it sways to a stop 'Please mister Ravik… *cough! cough!* just. Oh how wrong his idealistic thoughts were~ Likely the resulting lack of oxygen in the putrid miasma of Rav's stomach gasses affecting his thoughts~ or possibly appease the beast enough to be spared and made into a belly rubbing pet. The minutes crawled by as Exo desperately pawed at the greasy lining of Ravik's stomach, desperate to try and make dragon's stomach uncomfortable enough to make him cough him up.
