Well… (Widow’s words are thick with her accent, as she approaches gracefully.) I do not consider myself one who leisurely consumes my prey~. An effective predator is one who strikes quickly.

// Whoever wishes to eat Widow, my DMs are open~.

ᅠ "𝘞𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘱, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘮? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯'?" ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ⚠️ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ᴅɪꜱɢᴜꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴏꜱᴛꜱ⚠️ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠ #WGRP - #VoreRP - #InflationRP

HUUUUooooOOOAAARPH! Damn… quit struggling, why don’t you? You’re just gonna give me indigestion, you’ll still be nothing but nutrients in awhile.

Seems like your “lucky viewer” will be in for a bad time.

Ugh… feeling so stuffed these past few days. Maybe I need to lay off the snacks…

Sure is quiet around here…

… The hell…?

Hey! What the- (Struggling. A few muffled screams.)

“MMMFFFHH! HLLLLPH!” (And just like that, the cybernetic woman was struggling violently in Kefla’s gut.)

“HHHRRRMMGMGH!” (The former commander was currently panicking as she stirred inside the tight stomach. The fact her enhanced body was doing nothing to bother her predator was damning.)

You’re begging to be put in your place, Roadhog.

“I NEED them to survive!” Thump. Thump. She was really banking on those kicks.

I’m not gonna let some lowly criminal be the one to do that.

I’ve got no work to do on mine.

BwWWOOOUUUUrrrUUP!

"𝐔𝐔𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐑𝐑𝐑𝐑𝐏𝐏! 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝔂."

// If anyone wants to eat Sojourn, DMs are open!