. :What lurks within.. (Final Fantasy Styled Story):

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A small speck of gratification had been given from the Gods, on this hallowed day. It seemed as if Winter had been long gone, or at least she decided to be generous today. Not a single hint of snow had revealed itself to the baby blue horizon; only ashen cumulonimbus cloudscape encompassed the majority of the calm atmosphere. The appearance of such a form had not yet produced any type of hydrogen oxide, nor did the clouds carry a charge. Light hints of drizzle carried into effect, foreshadowing the location of catalyst. The ground was paved in tangerine cobblestone, which glowed magnificently from the energy stored within the clay.

Strange it was, to see such a sight, but to certain individuals it was nothing spectacular. The aformentioned was a petite five foot five femme cloaked in a loosely flowing pitch ensemble; corset, skirt, stockings, and cape. Each of these featured crimson accents, similar to matching oculi which glowed like that of a daemon. For armour, the girl only wore a silver bracer upon left wrist. High-carbon steel plated boots thrice leathered trekked across the terrain in silence. Dominant right hand gripped the structure of a one foot long cylindrical tsuka, Wrapped in dark leather with silver studs replacing the typical diamond pattern of the katana's handle. The two foot long titanium alloy blade was still sound asleep in the confines of a blood red white oak saya, capped at its end with the head of a wolf. "Light my path, Fenrir."

With brisk words came a gentle roar. Eyes of azure glowed into forestry in mere seconds. "Nothing yet, that I sense." A small sigh surpassed light pink lips. Sight shifted left, followed by right, awaiting any form of creature. The situation was rather odd, for a barren forest in this land was thought of as a bad omen. Such an omen could inspire doom to manifest.. "Not a single attack? How peculiar.." Nondominant hand rose to press a single slender index finger to the bridge of nose, touching a small scar that formed an X. "Lumen in vitrum, ducere me. Da mihi verum in hac fallacia." Irides of magenta took to form a crecsent shape, revealing polished canines from a coy grin. A hallowed golden glow that one lined the ground fell to a pitch shade, almost like blood. "I knew this was too good to be true."

From this phrase, a terrifying shriek echoed forth from the canopy of the trees. Leathery ash wings flapped rapidly toward the woman's position. Its round body layered in a thin skin a bright yellow, with the center being a single black eye that stared into the soul of the victim it wished to devour; the creature's nickname given was Evil Eye, since the true genus was unknown. "Schree!" A valiant swoop brought a pack of five toward the lone Warrior of Light, awaiting a movement to strike. "About time I get a challenge.~" The beauty snickered, drawing her left leg back to pass her right. Either knee bent inward to perform a lean. Right hand drew the sword back to left hip, locking the sheathe into a small metal loop while unlocking the mechanism to release the blade a mere inch. "Come, vile wretches. I will smite you all without a scratch."

 

[DoomyCakez]

Tawny Gerta

-Rain sprinkled wood-

The light wash of the winter rain sprinkled down upon the barren tree tops, blessing them with the much needed moisture during this dark winter. It had been unforgiving, pelting the land in a white blanket of snow, burying any sigh of the once fruitful and thriving area. With the coming of the rains, however, Spring was soon approaching, which would soon drag the wood out of its death-like slumber. Ah yes...The forest truly was beautiful, even in this barren, soggy state. The sun was barely visible beyond the great grey clouds that cast a shadow over the naked branches, yet the light it did show seemed to reflect off the wind battered wood.


All was silent...still...until...

"Schree!!!"

The group of them passed over, possibly following the battle call of the recent party. Their cries echoed through the empty wood and it seemed that even the sleeping creatures turned over in their dens, shivering in terror at their presence. Their ash grey wings flapping in a chaotic unison, yellow bodies shifting in the wind as the giant, haunting eye scanned the area for their next victim....How long had it been since these creatures inhabited the wood? Too long for most to even remember now, but that was no matter. With the creatures, more seemed to follow, soon drowning out even the native creatures that sheltered themselves in the wood...And with the new species...came those seeking to irradicate them. There seemed to be a couple of types that sought to beat these "creatures" back. There were the hero types, seeking to protect the petty people scattered in random towns; the vendetta, seeking revenge on the beasts that have some how wronged them; and then there was Tawny...The greedy, who only wished to beat off the creatures for some kind of money....

She sat poised for the kill, bow and arrow in hand, just behind the large thicket of thrones so perfectly place. Her ears, which were large and a mixture of white and brown, set on the top of her snow colored mane, stood perfectly upright scanning the area for any more noise from the lovely critters she simply called "The one eyed bat thing with weird bodies and wings..." There was a better name for them, of course, but Tawny had never bothered to learn it. In her opinion, they were nothing more than bags of money. Each worth about 400 monie each and with the hoards of them floating around, that would be enough to sustain her for months. She grinned, sharp and glistening white canines almost glowing in the low light, before taking a tenative step forward. She dawned a rather...revealing set of armor, only seeming to cover the vitals, except for the cheeks of her bum, but she did not really mind. Armor only seemed to wear her down. Her clothes were of dark brown leather, he tips of her ripped sleeves painted red. A metal plated corset covered her midsection and her chest to help protect her from any shifty blows. On her wrists were metal gauntlets. Her head was covered in a metal helm, open enough to let her ears move freely. She wore brown leather stockings and protected by metal armor, moving all he way down to her feet, which remained uncovered and exposed to the elements. That did not seem to bother Tawny, however, who was a member of the humanoids Zelo. The Zelo were a race, seeming to consist of neko like creatures, mainly rabbits. The stood taller than most humans, and maintained a lithe and graceful appearance. Faster and strong on most occassions...making them the perfect hunter...and hunter Tawny was.

She was a bounty hunter, killing for gold, gold, and more gold. But that did not matter...enough about what she was about.

*SLING* *WHIZZ*

"SCHREE!."

With the skill matching that of the Patron Hunter Goddess, Tawny rose from her hiding place and fired, striking the first creature right between the eyes and sending it crashing to the ground. It seemed that the natural poise and composure was lost that instant, however, as she jumped for joy and cried out, her naturally higher voice singing over the sounds of the flapping beasts. "Whoohoo! That's a stay in the fancy inn! Come to mommy, little beasties. Make Tawny happy!" With the giddiness of a school girl, she bound forward and snatched the dead creature up in her grasp, stuffing it in the brown bag strapped to her back. "9 to go!" She took off then in a sprint, Long white mane fanning out behind her as she raced after the group, that seemed to be moving at a quickened pace, towards a focal point. She did not really care. To her, the creatures were stupid as stacks of bricks. Hell, they had not even come to avenge their fallen buddy. Sucks to suck, she guess. As she ran, she raised her bow toward the group, firing and missing another. With a pout, she called to the creatures, chocolate brown eyes glaring. "Hold still you little bastards so I can hit you!~ I want to have a great feast tonight!"

The arrow continued to fly, landing right at the center of the focal point.

(I hope that this works out well with the setting! Setting up for a nice battle for the warrior girl and Tawny > ^ <" If that is okay!!!)​

 

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"Guess I'm not alone, hm?" The phrase emitted echoed onward into the brush, hopefully catching ahold of the rabbit-like bombshell's long ears from afar. "Going to pick them off from there or spectate?" Another voice passed, tinged in a light bass. "Of course, it is stupid to fight at such a close range with a bow.. Unless that bow is enchanted. Eh, well, fuck it. I'm joining this fight too." Across the treetops swept down a six foot one male. His entire form was clothed in a vibrant blue ensemble; skintight body suit crafted from Thunder Drake hide was overlayed with mail crafted from an infantile Ice Dragon. Each piece had been unique to structure, with pauldrons crafted from the shell of the front paws, chest plate taken from the top pectoral mantle and mid spine, forearm and shin guards made of its ankles, and lastly, a helm comprised of the upper head, featuring crystalline green eyes which still held a living gaze. In place of the bottom jaw was a chin guard structured to cover the warrior's mouth. Each tooth outined facial features which mainly were hidden beneath a blue skin, save for golden visage. Gripped in the Dragoon's right hand was a seven foot long cylindrical pole made from precious mythril. The diameter was approximately six inches in thickness, making the weapon near indestructible from most physical attacks. Each side had featured twin incisor teeth of an adult dragon, serrated and sharp enough to pierce through flesh and bone with ease. "Pretty Bunny, got my back?"

"You two, quit flirting. Don't you see we are in the middle of a fight? Wait, who the hell are you?" "Oh me, my name is Trace. Trace Highwind, of the infamous Highwind clan. Grandson of the late Ricard Highwind. What about you two?" Lowering her hood, the girl revealed a strikingly beautiful face. Gentle eyes carried themselves upon the man briefly before emitting a single word. "Judgment." Reapplying herself to the current battle, her left hand rose to mid chest, extending slender arm outward with fingers spread. The form of a small neon green sphere had manifested itself in a single second. Its structure had emitted an ominious glow, similar to radiation. "You two handle them, and I shall prepare the Ultima spell for the main course."

 

[Quinn Ryan]

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Chu travels her bare feet patting against the dirt and small pebbles that line the brown substance, She sighs as she begins to climb a redwood tree to see if there are any towns or people nearby. "Found someone" Her ears twitch hearing a small part of a branch crack and fall to the ground about 30 to 40 feet below her. She begins to climb down putting each foot behind the other going down the large stump, she jumps over to a branch landing as if she was an animal. When she gets on the branch she hangs down going down each thick branch hurting her hands as she did, When she got to about 10 feet up she dropped down. She landed down on the dirt on all fours crouching, She began to head to where she saw the different people putting her hand on the dagger in case they werent as friendly as she thought.

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[kidcopious]

Kyoku crouched in a tree branch, his catlike pupils dilating as he stared at the titanium and silver wolfs-head blade Judgement carried. He had to keep himself from drooling while he imagined what his fence in Mogtown would give him for such a weapon. His imagination danced with visions of roasted kupo nuts...blanched kupo nuts in mallow cream.. He wiped his mouth with his baggy linen sleeve. Turning away from his target, he sat cross-legged on the wide branch and removed a small packet of greasepaints from a pocket inside his tunic. Using a little piece of polished bronze as a mirror, he carefully applied his clown makeup, closing each eye in turn to drag a stripe of red from forehead to cheek. Pursing his lips, he gave himself a final once-over and nodded with satisfaction before tucking the cosmetics away.

He had just enough time to perk his ears at the sudden noise before an Ahriman barreled into him in the rush to join it's brothers, knocking him bodily from the branch. In desperation he latched onto the first thing he could grab, which happened to be yet another of the evil-eyed monsters! A plaintive cry of "Kupo--!" burst from his mouth as the beast charged wildly out over the road where the others fought, bashing into trees and fellow monsters because it's one eye was squinted shut to protect itself from the desperate clutching grip of the white-furred thief. Unable to grab a weapon with both hands full of monster skin, he simply wailed in wordless terror as his unwitting mount careened from impact to impact.

 

[Quinn Ryan]

chu listened to the forest and began to hear wails "The heck is that?!?!" Her ears perk up more as she tries to figure out which way she should go and how many people or monsters that may be there. She begins walking through bushes and stepping on branches "Ugh these branches really hurt my feet" The branches alert a roaming pack of wolves that surround her. "God I hate dogs." She bites down on her lip one of her sharper teeth breaking her skin a bead of blood trickles down her chin falling on her chest. The wolves attack one tries to bite her and comes from behind its sharp white teeth craving for a coat of red and meat. Chu grabs her dagger and takes the wolves neck quickly lifting it shoving the silver dagger into its stomach and swiftly twisting it, a yelp escapes the wolf's jaw before its eyes color dies out and she takes the dagger out of its body the blood splattering on her.

Another wolf grabs onto her arm its teeth sinking into her delicate flesh lines of blood running down her arm "Ah! You mother little ughhhhh." she smashes the wolf against one of the trees until it lets go. The wolf whines and falls onto its under belly, at that point chu goes towards the wolf and uses her dagger to stab its heart. She holds her arm which is now staining the dirt with crimson red droplets of blood "Ah! This is why I hate wolves." She grabs one of the bigger leaves and wraps it around her wound. She puts her dagger into its sleek leather sheath and starts walking towards the sounds again.

 

[DoomyCakez]

Tawny Gerta

@Sladelius

-Rain sprinkled wood; "TIME FOR A FIGHT!"-

"Guess I'm not alone, hm?"

She came to a halt, bare heels digging into the soggy ground to slow her down in her speedy persuit. It was a graceful halt, muscular thighs rippling with effort as she gave a slight bend of her knees and back until she came to a stop just by a large patch of thick trees. She turned then to face them, her expression questioning as her head gave a slight tilt, long ears flopping slightly to the side, but still moving to keep track of her prey. The little beasties were not out of the woods yet, and just because some weird voice decided to echo from the brush, does not mean that Tawny was going to miss out on a good day's wages.

"Eh? Who's there?" Her naturally high voice rang out slightly over the gently pitter-patter of rain that had blanketed her long, white mane in a light sheen of moisture. She took two steps forward, her ears moving as if they were the satillites, honing in on any noise in the distance and oddly, she could ear the small "Kupo!~" That had echoes nearby. Her head turned slightly to follow the noise, but once again the voice spoke, calling her attention once more. A slight frown pulled at the edge of her rosy lips, ears giving a small twitch of irritation before she answered, in a rather blunt manner. "I WAS on the hunt, but it seems that Mr.CreepyVoiceInTheTrees wants to have a pleasant chat while my MONEY escapes." She turned then, her short tail giving another twitch as she moved to step off until.

{Did that bastard just question my skills?} She literally halted mid step, swiveling on her barefeet to face the brushes once more, eyes giving a slight flare as her lips set in a thin line. There were many things to love about Tawny:

1. She was pretty hot to be honest.
2. She could be caring and friendly
3. She was helpful...when given an incentive
4. She was a pro with the bow.

Unfortunately she, like many people, had their hang-up. One of them being, 'Never question her skills.' She was almost childish now, pointing her finger at no one in particular as she snapped, face reddening with sudden rage and voice rising to a sudden screech. "How dare you, Mr.CreepyVoiceInTheTrees! I am a pro with this bow, I'll tell you that right now and another thing-" She was cut off then as he stepped out of the thicket, blue dragon armor glistening with the gentle drizzle of the rain. Tawny felt a momentary panic rise up in her, her temper growing even more. Just what she needed...a Dragoon.

She glared, dropping her hand as she leaned a little on her bow, gazing over the hidden Dragoon for a moment before she heard the words.

"Pretty bunny, got my back."

Tawny could have beheaded him right there, or shot him in the eyes point blank for muttering those words. She was not a fucking 'Bunny'. She was a Zelo, proud race of hunters and trappers. How dare he compare her to something so common and plush as a "bunny." She opened her mouth to answer once more, but was cut off by another voice, barging into HER hunting time. "You two, quit flirting. Don't you see we are in the middle of a fight!?" Tawny only turned her head, half-lidded gaze falling on the woman just behind them. She had not realized that she had ran smack dabb in the middle of a clearing and the little beasties were coming in from every direction. It was a pleasant surprise to see so many of the monsters gathering at once, mainly because she would have more than enough monie after this haul to last her for the rest of the month. Unfortunately there were these two, and there were other voices echoing from not too far off. She could hear wolves gathering. She growled, a frown setting on her lovely face as she glanced back at the Dragoon, who seemed to be introducing himself. "Trace Highwind."

She was so irritated by this entire situation. Her she was trying to make a measily buck or a couple thousand so she could eat, drink, gamble, and who knows what else this woman does, but here comes these two pricks, waltzing up and trying to weasel in on her bounty. Her frown remained, but a slight smirk twitched upon her lips as the girl called herself "Judgement." Tawny almost laughed. Great...one of THOSE people.

Now earlier, it was explained that there were different kinds of people that hunted the monsters in these parts, Tawny being in it for the reward. However, it seemed that this woman was one of the other two, most likely under the title "Hero." Ugh...this day just got dull. Tawny's head tilted slightly to the side as both of their eyes fell one her. Chocolate orbs narrowed as a coy smile curled across her lips, exposing the sharp fangs as she straightened, but before she could speak she heard the "SCHREE." from another monster. Without even glancing in it's direction, she rose her bow to the side and fired, shooting the creature right between the eyes and sending it crashing into the muddy ground. Her smile seemed to only widen then as she lowered her bow and stepped forward, picking up the creature and shoving it in her bag. "Gerta. Titawnia Gerta. Bounty Hunter 1st class of the Zelo." She glanced up then and turned to them fully, squaring her shoulders as the girl spoke once more.

She was commanding her? Tawny's eyes narrowed once more as her jaw tightened. Who the hell did this woman think she was? And what was with the weird Dragoon in the blue skins? God, all she wanted was to kill the beasties and collect a reward so she could take a nice, hot bath and soak up the good life, but noooooo. No, she had to be stuck her with these two killjoys and kill these little fuckers, probably with no reward if either of these two worked for the state. Or worse, having to split her prize with them.

She shook her head and gave a light stretch before whipping around on her heels and shooting another beast down, point and blank range. Damn...she was a pro with that bow. She glanced over her shoulder at the both of them, pouting like a child once more. "I better get something out of this, bright eyes. " With that she stepped off and moved towards the group of gathering beasties, calling over her shoulder to the dragoon. "Eh? Scales, you want a fight or what? I got your back, remember?...Just make sure you can keep up." With that, she stepped off once more, raising her arrow and firing right into the small crowd of monsters that had gathered. "Come to mommy..."

 

[kidcopious]

Kyoku's fur bristled in terror as an arrow erupted through the creature he was riding, scant inches from his head. He tucked his face in against the back of the monster as it careened into the ground with a puff of dust. His tiny hands are latched onto the downed Ahriman with a deathgrip. Just as the stars clear from his eyes, the beast is picked up, and the moogle's muffled cry of "Hey--!" goes unnoticed as he is stuffed quickly into Tawny's bag.

It took a second for his catlike eyes to adjust to the dark, but he soon realized that his face was pressed up against the staring eye of another dead monster.
"Eeeuugh!!" he exclaimed, pushing the slimy iris away with both hands.

Great. I'll never wear these gloves again. Tch.

He shifted around violently a few times, jerking the leather bag back and forth, until he got a foot leveraged to keep the slimy cornea from touching him, and kicked his way out the top of the bag in a white burst of righteous anger. Hovering briefly on his diminutive wings he imperiously demanded,
"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM LADY?!,"
sporting a distinctly disheveled look with his two-horned jester's cap pushed around to the side of his head, gloves and pom-pom stained blue with monster blood. Unconscious thieving instincts had kicked in and Kyoku had held on to the monster corpse that had been on top of him, and now it dangled at his side like a giant-sized plushie.

 

[ยcɧɨɧą sąsųkҽ]

"Well shit." The only words that followed in succession to the events in hand were rather blunt. "I'm picking up multiple bodies in the area, but none of them are familiar. Judgement, can you explain that to me? I thought there weren't any living beings in the area, aside from Ahriman, Duceratops, and Hundlegs.. I know that isn't anything to worry about, but still." Upon the statement being spoken, Trace swept his lance outward to spin, eliminating another flying pest in sync with the Zelo's arrow, cross-killing either enemy. Only three remained.

Yes, only three of them remained, but what else truly had been present in the locale? The rain seemed endless and the atmosphere only grew more bleak. Each moment in this area semed to provide more and more trouble for the Warrior of Light and her Dragoon companion. "Three.. " Loose footing caused either leg to slide apart, drawing the katana another two inches from its saya as another pest had atempted to strike down. Tiny claws loosened themselves to extend sharp talons as the Ahriman's iris began to build upon bulging blood vessels of sclera.

"SCHREE!!" The pernicious minion swept down in a spin, flapping each wing to add speed. None of these thing mattered, in the moment at hand, for the lone swordsman only anticipated each move. Blood red eyes scanned the being closely as her right hand swung outward to the right, aiming the tempered blade upward from a tilt of nondominant wrist. The arcing caused the sword to bisect the Evil Eye flawlessly. The former preperation of the Ultima spell had been nullified thus.

"So much for that. I can no longer use that spell until the area is clear. It takes to long to prepare. I apologise to those whom are present, and to you both, Trace and Titawnia. Furthermore, I know more than one spell, as well as more than one technique with my blade. Do not be alarmed, I am stronger than I do appear to be."

"Eh? Don't apologise, Dear. I can handle my own and I'm sure Titawnia has your back. Ahem." The infamous Dragoon coughed awkwardly, as if hinting to the bullshit lie to be acknowledged by the stubborn femme. "As if we would lose to such pathetic creatures anyhow. Haha! They didn't even scratch us, to begin with. Anyhow, I'm going to go scout on ahead. I heard some commotion off in the distance. I'll leave you to to handle this area. I can pick off these without breaking a sweat, so maybe I'll find a challenge elsewhere, eh?" Trace grinned from beneath the visor, only leaving the drakeskin fibers to show his expression. Long, muscular legs bent inward to spring the slender youth into the air a good hundred and ten feet toward what sounded like a quarrel.

Lance-gripped hand swung backward to bring the shaft upward to rest upon each broad shoulder. It were to appear as if Trace had been leaping on the air itself, but the reality of the situation was that his movement speed had been so fast that the trees themselves were barely noticable with each step taken, from branch to branch. Well, that was until one of them snapped and sent the man crashing downward into a dive. "Etro damn it." He cursed, shifting his weight to flip backward. Both blades wedged themselves into thick branches of the closest tree accessible, using it as a perch. "That was awfully-" His voice halted upon the sight of a felinesque female, covered in crimson. "Hey you, cat chick. Mind helping me unwedge my lance from this tree? I used it to break my fall.. I was n't intending to do this, I swear."

 

[DoomyCakez]

Titawnia Gerta...AKA "Tawny"

@Rebellious Epitome @kidcopious

Tawny was barely even listening as the two "moocher" - as she decided to call them- conversed. She only acknowledged them with the raising of her hand, giving a slight wavy. "Yeah, yeah. I hear you Judgy." However, she could not help but bristle as yet another poke at her skills from the Dragoon. She turned her head then and spout a loud curse, instantly switching over to her native tongue. "SHABI!"

[ Snippet: Now if anyone here speaks Zelo, it bears a likeness to Mandarin (Why? Because I can speak Mandarin so I might as well use it ;3)... The term "Shabi" has a couple of meanings in Mandarin, but if you were to use its BEST meaning you would be left with something along the lines of "Stupid Cunt." This end the lovely snippet...have a nice day!~]

Unfortunately, Trace was already disappearing into the trees, leaving just Tawny and Judgement...or so they thought. Something moved in Tawny's bag. As first she thought it was nothing more than the Ahriman's twitching reflexes after death, but then she felt a gush of wind and her bag lightened. AND then there was something hovering right in her face. Tawny only uttered a single "EH!?" of surprise, jumping back slightly as the small, furry, Ahriman blood covered THING shrieked at her.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, LADY!?"

She merely stared, ears dropping slight as her head gave a small tilt to the side. Her almond eyes, however, grew as big as saucers and her rosy lips seemed to curl into a smile resembling that of a cat, until her slight buck teeth grew visible. She stayed silent for only a moment before a pure...shrill...shriek errupted from those cherry lips.

"AHHH!~ IT'S SO CUTE!" Her face flushed slightly as she reached out, any remaining composure melting from her features as she plucked the bloody moogle from the air and held it tight against her large bossom, swinging it side to side as she cuddled it and almost knocked the 2 horned jester hat from it's furry white head. "How did you get in my bag, you lil' cutie!~ Oh I could just eat you up!"

[Snippet: Oh yes...Tawny is strong, powerful, fast, agile, graceful...smart to an extent, but she -like all people- have little...'quirks' that seem to pop out at the most...trying times. Tawny has many weaknesses, one of which being that she is prideful as hell, but one of her 'silly quirks' is that the moment she sees something cute - i.e. this case the moogle- she seems to revert back to this...]

"ah!~ so adorable!" She seemed to forget in an instant that they were in the middle of the battle, tunnel vision setting in as she fell to her knees, cuddling the creature tighter to her bust. Oh she had never seen anything as cute as this! She glanced up, flushed face giddy with delight as she cooed to Judgement, eyes sparkling. "Have you ever seen anything this adorable in all your life!? Ah!~ just look at his little hat and outfit! ohhhhhh!~ ta tai ke ai le!~ Just look at his clown make-up all smeared with Ahriman blood! Gahhhhhhh!~ I could just die!" Oh dear...it seems that she had been broken in this moment, unable to resist the adorableness of the moogle. The situation seemed rather...well...embarrassing, but what did Tawny care? She had an adorable thing to squeeze, and possibly was smothering it to death...but who wouldn't like hugs from HER!?

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[kidcopious]

"Gyah!" Kyoku's protests were immediately drowned out in a tsunami of affection, and only monosyllabic yelps escaped him as his tiny arms flailed ineffectually in escape attempts that seemed to go utterly unnoticed by the powerful huntress. For a moment he forgot to struggle as the well-endowed Zelo pressed him against her breasts, his eyes widening with alarm as a blush redder than his clown paint bloomed across his cheeks.

As the air in his lungs began to run out, he quickly remembered his predicament and began wriggling with renewed fervor. He braced his small feet against Tawny's forearm and prised himself loose with an almost-audible POP, gasping fresh air into his lungs as he drifted lightly to the ground.

"Hwah..hwah..hwah..... AHEM." He straightened his hat pointedly and dusted off his clothes in an attempt to restore some measure of his dignity. His initial hostility had run the gamut through bewilderment and come out the other side transformed into a simple gratitude to be alive.

He blinked a few times, then mumbled, "I-...I'm Kyoku. Nice to meet you." His long fur was standing on end from the flustering series of events, giving his face a comically round appearance. He ran both hands over his cheeks to try to tame the fluff, but the parts he stroked down simply sprang back up again when he removed his hands.

Suddenly his grooming stopped short, and his eyes went blank with terror as a bristling of fear traveled from his feet to the tips of his ears. He somersaulted forward just as a large segmented monster snapped it's chitin jaws through the space he had just left. Instinctively identifying her as his best hope, he scaled Tawny's body not unlike a festively-dressed squirrel running in corkscrews up a treetrunk. Safely perched on her shoulder, he hucked a small rubber ball at the Hundleg's armored head, to little effect.

From his hiding place in the Zelo's mass of snowy hair, he mashed his small hands into her cheeks and turned her head toward the giant insect, begging, "Kill it!!"

 

[Strife Higaki]

A man wearing a hooded pitch coat covering his face only showing a small amount of silver hair and the glow of cerulean eyes walked across the landscape; he had taken up mission to find out the reason why there had been a rather large infestation of creatures within the surronding area the closer he got to his destination the louder the sounds of battle became " It seems I am not the only that is looking into this problem."
As he had uttered he heard a movement in the brush nearby he looked over to see that it was a Tonberry in what appeared to be an aggresive stance the man reached his dominant right hand over to a katana having a brilliant gold carving of a dragons head on the hilt on his left side as he drew it from its sheath he uttered the words "Rend the dark Masamune."
After this the Tonberry advanced slowly towards the man; the man attacked without hesitation striking the Tonberry across the skull which seemed not to phase it "Damn!!; I could be in trouble here."

 

[DoomyCakez]

Titawnia Gerta AKA Tawny

-Rain battered wood; PROTECT THE FLUFFY!~

@kidcopious @Sladelius

She had been so caught up snuggling the poor Moogle that she almost smothered him to death, that is until she heard an audible POP! and the space between her arms closed. She let out a soft gasp, but nothing more as she eyed the blushing, over fluffed, battered Moogle float to the ground, gasping for air. It was almost hilarious to watch the little creature trying to fix his clothes and pat down his fur, to the point where it was almost too much to resist. She almost tackled him again, but halted as he introduced himself. A wide smile splayed across Tawny's face as she place her hands on her cheeks, barely able to contain herself as the stared hungrily down at the little creature. "Kyoku? d'awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!~"

She stopped and adjusted herself to a more comfortable sitting position, the smile on her face never seeming to leave as she leaned down to him height. "I'm Tawny. Nice to meet you, cutie~" She gave a light flick on his pompom, giggling softly as he tried to control him blush once more before rising to her full height. She was taken by surprise, however, by the sudden snapping of jagged jaws, and the flurried escape Kyoku made up her body as he hid behind her hair. She took a step back, letting out a small protest before she felt the tiny creature's paws on her cheeks as he turned her head to face the Hundleg.

She could not help but chuckle at the Moogle's fear, turning back slightly to him to flash a dazzling smile. "You're just so sweet! It wants to eat you up, tooo!~" The creature was too close to use her bow, so the stuck it in the ground, right beside her as she stuck her arms out at both her sides. In that instant, from her gauntlets sprung 3 blades on each hand, both curved like talons and polished until Tawny could see her reflection in them. She leaned back on the balls of her feet and rose her fists up in front of her. "Don't worry, Ku-Ku. I won't let the big, bad bug get you!~"

The Hundleg slowly swayed back and forth, red eyes locked on it's new opponent as it's mandable jaws snapped with excitement for the kill. It rose up, rows of legs cracking as they snapped together. In an instant, it lundged forward like a snake in an attempt to strike Tawny head on. Tawny dodged effortlessly out of the way, leaning back on her heels once more as she lundged at the creature, sinking the long metal talons through the beast's armor and sending it flying over her head and crashing down to the soggy ground below.​

 

[Hisoka Kobayashi]

(Demitry has on armor,this pic just shows how he looks when he doesn't have it on.)


Demitry Alister

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A male was exploring the forest to investigate what he had heard about the creatures in that area becoming more violent than normal.He was clad in obsidian armor reminiscent of a dragon in design and trimmed with purple from head to toe.His gauntlets are clawed and his helm looks like a dragons' head which only allows his brown oculi to be seen.His blonde tresses are completely concealed within the helm and his armor has spikes on his shoulders,forearms and back a long his spine.Upon his left side he keeps his custom made blade Masamune tied to his side within its obsidian sheath only leaving it's purple hilt visible.Although armor concealed his body it was still clear that he was a male and a human and a little of his fare skin can be seen just under his jaw line.His body was clearly the body of someone in their early twenties and even through his armor his lean muscled stature was noticeable.

While his brown oculi scan his surroundings he slowly rides his gold chocobo,"Woah Oria...I hear something near by."He says and gets off the saddle.The male who stood at 5'9 quietly listened and heard what sounded like talking,"Oria stay here and keep your guard up.I'll call you if I need you."He says then he slowly draws his blade and begins swiftly yet silently heading toward where the talking had came from.Oria tilts her head to the side,"Kweh! Kweh!"She softly said in response.Then after she watched him leave she looked around cautiously watching her surroundings.Once he arrives he sees a male and a tonberry preparing to attack him,"Need any help?!"He says in a medium pitched voice.He wasn't the type to interfere if his help wasn't wanted or needed but he had to ask just in case.

 

[Strife Higaki]

The man in black looks over at the man clad in armor and nods "Yeah it would be greatly appreaciated!" as he says this the man in black strikes the Tonberry again barely dodging it's knife as it retaliates in response to the blow.
The attack from the Tonberry had ripped the coat when the man in black dodged he took the coat off showing short silver hair and brilliant Cerulean oculi the man was clad in dark red armor crafted from magnesium tensor making it lightweight and durable "Just so names are out of the way I'm Drake Rhapsodos what's your name if I may ask" uttered Drake.

 

[Quinn Ryan]

Her ears twitched and she faced the man blinking a couple of times, she than starts to circle him "And who might you be...." She pulls his spear unwedging it on the first try only using one hand. Her other arm is bleeding through the leaf "Man, stupid wolves" She hands him the spear and rips off a piece of cloth, She then wraps it around her arm tightly knotting the ends together. She looked at the person in front of her and made a very quite hmmmmmm to herself looking at the man she finally poked him. "Interesting.... You have soft skin, I wouldn't expect it to be that soft due to that spear but, do you have calluses?" She looks at him and stares at his eyes making another hmmmm. ((Sorry not to big right now have so many different ideas and I cant think of much for this XD))

 

[ยcɧɨɧą sąsųkҽ]

"My name is Trace Highwind. I am a Dragoon from the town of Baron. You, Little Lady?" Retracting the spear, Trace feel silent in wait of the feline's reply. Slender fingers accented in vibrant blue polish had firmly gripped the ebony silk encompassing the majority of the weapon firmly, while his left hand rose to grab the middle crest of his helmet, pressing a finger against the nostril guard. This touch simply unlocked the lower plate covering his mouth to reveal a sincere smile. Using a light force, the man lifted the durable armour from his electric blue mane, revealing pale skin that appeared to be flawless, save for a small scar that ran horizontally across left cheek, stopping below his eye. A near-miss war scar that could have cause blindness at one point in time, if Trace didn't block the blade of his enemy. Such things were common to the battle-hardened warrior, as his body had taken its share of close-to-fatal blows. Upper shoulders had matching scars resting on each blade, given from a tussle with a coeurl, a few months back before the current time. "That was a close call. If I didn't dodge that damn branch, I could have twocked myself in the balls." He couldn't help but furrow his thin brows in disgust, displaying a single middle finger to the thick tree branch that failed to support his weight. "Stupid-ass tree." A small sigh followed forth as the former hand politely extended to leave fingers fully spread, awaiting another to greet. Normally, this would be seen as disrespectful, but Trace was technically ambidextrous.

 

[Hisoka Kobayashi]

Demitry watched as the male looked at him for a brief moment then turned his attention back to the tonberry.The male struck it's head then narrowly avoided it's attack but his coat still got ripped anyway.Upon the male removing his coat Demitry made a mental note of his appearance,'So he has armor on too.Interesting.'He thought intrigued.He tightened his grip on his Masamune,"It's nice to meet you Drake.I'm Demitry Alister.So what's going on around here?"He says keeping his eyes on the creature.Since the male had given him the go ahead to assist he swiftly began charging toward the tonberry.

His brown oculi held a look of bravery and determination within them as he prepared to attack.Within a few moments he leaped high into the air and attempted to stab the tonberry in it's head.He could only hope that the sheer force of his body weight would be enough to make his attack effective.

 

[Strife Higaki]

"I was sent out here to try and figure out why the amount of fiends in the area has increased." Drake watched as the man leaped into the air watching this he realized the mans plan he quickly moved in on the Tonberry to block its counter attack he connected with the Tonberry's knife pressing the knife into the ground. " I got you an opening finish it!" Drake's cerulean eyes glowed with the determination of finishing this fight.

 

[Quinn Ryan]

"Im Chu I hail from arandul a nation I do not call my home anymore so you may refer to me as the wanderer." The wanderer had been on many wanted signs making her a suspect for bounty hunters. "Well I'd be happy to kick you in the balls since that tree did not complete its duties." She smirks looking at the man "Very nice finger nails hmmmm." Her ears perk up. "Did you recently have fish sir?" She sniffs a bit more and walks over to the man "Yup I smell fish" She looks at him her eyes glittering "Can I have someeeeeee pleaseeee" Her eyes go back to unpleasantly mean "Or I'll beat them out of you either way works."