So glad you guys decided not to attack Issa. I'd really hate for the fifth page to be a game over... Please keep in mind, this may be a vore story, but eating everyone in sight may not be the solution to everything... Some characters may be very useful as allies. *cough*

I was going to make a certain character for this part, but I decided that after using Issa, having another wolf might be redundant. So I took some inspiration from a comic I really really love! And maybe I threw in a few things that would make squeal a bit... >.>;;


You decide that following the wolf would be in your best interest. She seems to want to help you, and if she were going to try and kill you, she probably would have done it by now. Hefting up your bulging raptor filled gut, you take off after her as fast as you can.

The wolf takes care to never be too close to you and several times, all you can see is the tip of her long, fluffy tail vanishing into a bush. Once you even lose her and have to hurry to catch up, only to find her staring at you with her tail coiled around her and twitching oddly, almost as though it were staring at you as well. "So, who are you?" you call to her. "Was Bleck a friend of your's or an enemy?" You make several attempts to converse with the wolf but she never even bothers respond. On one hand, you feel alone and ignored, but on the other, it's strangely comforting to be following her.

Finally, after what has to have been several hours, you break through the brush in pursuit of your travelling companion and find yourself staring at a concrete highway. The wolf is nearby, under a large green metal sign. A large arrow adorns the sign and it simply reads 'Banque - 50 miles'. Wow, you really were out in the middle of nowhere... "Is this what you wanted me to see?"

With something resembling a smile, the wolf nods and then heads back to the woods, brushing past you with an affection, grateful lick. Oddly enough, as her tail rubs across your face, you can swear that you felt another tongue. But tails don't have mouths, do they? Shaking your head in confusion, you decide to follow the road from the safety of the woods. The trip will be long, and you have no idea who you might run into while walking (or worst of all, who might run into you, no one wants roadkill dragon!).

The trip is long and arduous, made even moreso by your passenger. Eventually, you do have to bed down for the night and, much to your relief, the burden of Bleck is much easier to handle the next morning. A few more days and you're just going to look like a slightly pudgy dragon, provided you don't find another meal. Eventually, you encounter another sign and find that you've made half of your trip. A loud groan escapes you as you slump to the ground, exhausted. Perhaps a life of constant eating should be interrupted now and then with a little exercise...

Before long, in the distance, you spot a car pulled over on to the side of the road. It doesn't appear to be moving and you notice a figure out next to it. You hasten your walking, remaining as quiet as possible; you don't want to scare off a potential meal.

The vehicle appears disabled, with one of the rear tires almost completely flat. The owner of the vehicle is close, struggling with his attempts to figure out how to change the tire. He appears to be a lizard with muted blue scales, darker blue ridges starting at the top of his head and vanishing into his rust colored hoodie. Dirt appears smudged on his blue jeans, and his white sneakers are covered in mud, indicating that he's been struggling here for a while; he's clearly not that mechanically inclined...

The sounds of his struggles are suddenly interrupted by a loud honking as you see a car speeding towards you. Perhaps someone has come to help? The car slows to a stop and the window rolls down, revealing several people inside. The driver, a rather ugly looking bull dog, throws a glass bottle at the lizard, nearly hitting him in head as it bounces off his shoulder. "What's wrong, Jeremy? Can't figure out which peg goes in the right hole? Stupid ass bookworm, let's see how long it takes you to get back to campus!" The car explodes with laughter and then, tires screeching, takes off down the road.

You watch the lizard's face scrunch up in frustration as he seems struggling to not cry. Your heart feels a twinge of remorse for him; he really does seem to down on his luck. But just how bad do you feel for him?

The trip ahead of you is still quite long. You're pretty sure you could help him change the tire and, in his gratitude, he might be willing to give you a ride, Then again, you're pretty sure that YOU could change the tire, get a free meal out of it, and attempt to drive yourself to town (so long as trees, other cars, and buildings don't decide to screw with you). It doesn't seem like too many people would miss him were he to vanish. Your stomach voices its opinion, though you still won't necessarily be hungry for a few more days, though being a good samaritan might open up a few more doors for you in the future. What the heck, are you suddenly growing a conscience?

Well?
>> Wait for a good opportunity to attack and devour the lizard.
>> Approach him and offer to help
>> Ignore the loser, keep walking!

Voting ends May 21, 10am EST!