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“Nell!”
The gargantuan Nargacuga, reclining back into the base of a gnarled and moss covered tree, wordlessly crossed her legs at the ankles.
Gasping for air, the back of his cuirass crumpling in beneath the bat cat's broad heel, Jet desperately tried to pull himself out from beneath it. Armored fingers grasping at parched tufts of grass he fought and flailed to no avail. “Nelllllllllll, I said I'm-”
With a wordless grunt the monstrous mass of fur and muscle rocked her feet back and forth. Cracking the wryest of smiles, flashes of her razor sharp teeth peeking out from within her beak, Nell shamelessly kneaded her Hunter into the very earth.
“Nell, please!” Jet begged. As clouds of dust and disturbed spores swirled about the Hunter, helpless to resist while he was ground into a crater, Jet struggled to get so much as a word in.
Barb tipped tail flopping beside her, its impotent and irritated whaps hinting at her well hidden feelings, Nell reached for the discarded Lance her Trainee had seen fit to bring to bear against her. Rolling the toothpick sized weapon betwixt her fingers the Nargacuga lazily took to picking at her teeth with it.
One by one the Hunter could feel his pinched vertebrae threatening to crumple beneath her weight. His legs went limp and the tips of his fingers, dull and slow to respond, crackled with white noise. Each breath was shallower than the last.
Black folds of fur bunched against the undersides of Nell's piercing yellow eyes. “...Well?” she rumbled.
The heat radiating off of the Nargacuga's sizable and swollen feet was disorienting. Suffocating, even. Steam, and condensed sweat, pooled along the interior of Jet's armor as he was cooked alive. “...I'm sorry,” whispered the harangued human.
Nell's pointed ears flicked to attention as her brows furrowed. “Louder.”
“I'm sorryyyyy,” Jet groaned.
“Louder!” the Nargacuga snipped with a roll of her eyes.
“I'M SORRY!” Jet bellowed. To his immense relief the Nargacuga slid her prodigious paws off of him. Scraping along his back, stripping away sheets of metal in the process, Nell's feet landed beside him with a rib rattling THOOM.
Jaw clenched, the Lance pinched between the wyvern's beak instantly snapped apart. Nell dismissively spat out what remained of it. “Tch. Still can't believe you showed up swinging around this Mosswine sticker...”
Arms trembling, Jet mustered strength enough to roll onto his back. Panting, he drew deep of the humid and cloying air that hung heavily over the Ancient Forest. “I said I'm sorry!” he whined.
The Nargacuga angrily harrumphed. “Don't be sorry! Be better! Do you have any idea how... how... how insulting this is?!”
Lips pulled flat, Jet let slip a defeated sigh. “I know, I know. Every Trainer can be beaten with every weapon...”
Beak pursed, Nell turned up her head in disdain. Her Hunter, her Jet, had earned his Rookie rank and Advanced rank certifications whilst wielding the Hammer. A slow and heavy hitting slab of stone and bone that demanded, if not rewarded, patience and an observant eye. As his Master Rank Trainer she had, quite reasonably, expected him to show up to their daily bouts of training wielding as such. “Then why don't you act like it?!” Nell angrily demanded of him.
Tongue pressed against the back of his teeth, Jet could but puff out his cheeks when words failed him. It had been weeks now. Weeks after being assigned to Nell he still couldn't land so much as a hit on her. He had thought, he had hoped, that a change of pace would do him good!
Shoulders slouching, Nell started to sulk in earnest. “It was good enough for Taras. It was good enough for Puck! Why isn't it good enough for me?”
A day. A day was all he wanted. A day to shamelessly cower behind the Greatshield that accompanied every Lance. A day to try and weather Nell's ferocious flurry of blows in the vain hopes of finally acclimating himself to his Trainer's dizzying tempo. Yet... instead of puncturing his own pride all he had done was lay low the Nargacuga's.
Chin tucked against her neck, a wistful growl rumbled within Nell's throat. Surely she... surely she hadn't failed him as a Trainer? S-s-surely that wasn't why he had gone and cast aside his Hammer, his tried and true weapon of choice, right? ...Right?
Hand slapped against the forehead of his fluted helmet, the Hunter grimaced. Gah. What was he thinking? Beyond the safety of the Ancient Forest, where feral monsters freely roamed, there would be no time or opportunities to experiment. Either he knew his weapon or he didn't. Which... Nell intuitively understood better than he ever could. That was why she was so disappointed and disgusted with him.
Jet wearily watched on as the behemoth bat cat's towering feet curled towards him. Swallowed up by their shadows he unconsciously breathed easy when he found himself shielded from the sun glowering overhead. Even now she always, always, always had his best interests at heart and this was how he repaid her? “I know you just told me not to but... I'm sorry, Nell.” Reaching up towards a dust caked heel, scritching at wrinkled folds of leathery flesh that could swallow up his hand with ease, he hehed when her deep and bassy growls washed over him. “I'm sorry for doubting you. I'm sorry for doubting myself. I earn my Master Rank with my Hammer or I don't. Simple as that.”
Perking to attention, husky chirps tumbled free from the Nargacuga's maw. “E-e-even so... I get that you're frustrated with the lack of progress. It's just. I just.” Back and forth Nell rocked her paws as she stifled a giggle. Those armor clad fingers of his couldn't even dimple her flesh yet still she had to resist the urge to kick her legs in giddy laughter. “Ferals won't give you time to adjust so neither can I.”
“I know, I knowwww...”
Sporting a sincere smile, Nell scrunched her toes and playfully pinched Jet's hand in the faintest creases of her sole. “You'll earn that Master Rank from me yet, Jet! I know you will.”
Blood rushing to his face, Jet let his limbs go limp as he ragdolled side to side. It would take some getting used to this kind of pawtronizing, errr patronizing, from his well-meaning Trainer.
...Not that he minded.
Even more Nell from my goofy Monster Hugger series!
Think of this as a sort of prequel to the main story! Detailing how Nell and Jet not only first met, like here in Pawse for Alarm, but how they got along as they started training together.
Utterly amazing art by
kerneldecoy
FIRST, NEXT
“Nell!”
The gargantuan Nargacuga, reclining back into the base of a gnarled and moss covered tree, wordlessly crossed her legs at the ankles.
Gasping for air, the back of his cuirass crumpling in beneath the bat cat's broad heel, Jet desperately tried to pull himself out from beneath it. Armored fingers grasping at parched tufts of grass he fought and flailed to no avail. “Nelllllllllll, I said I'm-”
With a wordless grunt the monstrous mass of fur and muscle rocked her feet back and forth. Cracking the wryest of smiles, flashes of her razor sharp teeth peeking out from within her beak, Nell shamelessly kneaded her Hunter into the very earth.
“Nell, please!” Jet begged. As clouds of dust and disturbed spores swirled about the Hunter, helpless to resist while he was ground into a crater, Jet struggled to get so much as a word in.
Barb tipped tail flopping beside her, its impotent and irritated whaps hinting at her well hidden feelings, Nell reached for the discarded Lance her Trainee had seen fit to bring to bear against her. Rolling the toothpick sized weapon betwixt her fingers the Nargacuga lazily took to picking at her teeth with it.
One by one the Hunter could feel his pinched vertebrae threatening to crumple beneath her weight. His legs went limp and the tips of his fingers, dull and slow to respond, crackled with white noise. Each breath was shallower than the last.
Black folds of fur bunched against the undersides of Nell's piercing yellow eyes. “...Well?” she rumbled.
The heat radiating off of the Nargacuga's sizable and swollen feet was disorienting. Suffocating, even. Steam, and condensed sweat, pooled along the interior of Jet's armor as he was cooked alive. “...I'm sorry,” whispered the harangued human.
Nell's pointed ears flicked to attention as her brows furrowed. “Louder.”
“I'm sorryyyyy,” Jet groaned.
“Louder!” the Nargacuga snipped with a roll of her eyes.
“I'M SORRY!” Jet bellowed. To his immense relief the Nargacuga slid her prodigious paws off of him. Scraping along his back, stripping away sheets of metal in the process, Nell's feet landed beside him with a rib rattling THOOM.
Jaw clenched, the Lance pinched between the wyvern's beak instantly snapped apart. Nell dismissively spat out what remained of it. “Tch. Still can't believe you showed up swinging around this Mosswine sticker...”
Arms trembling, Jet mustered strength enough to roll onto his back. Panting, he drew deep of the humid and cloying air that hung heavily over the Ancient Forest. “I said I'm sorry!” he whined.
The Nargacuga angrily harrumphed. “Don't be sorry! Be better! Do you have any idea how... how... how insulting this is?!”
Lips pulled flat, Jet let slip a defeated sigh. “I know, I know. Every Trainer can be beaten with every weapon...”
Beak pursed, Nell turned up her head in disdain. Her Hunter, her Jet, had earned his Rookie rank and Advanced rank certifications whilst wielding the Hammer. A slow and heavy hitting slab of stone and bone that demanded, if not rewarded, patience and an observant eye. As his Master Rank Trainer she had, quite reasonably, expected him to show up to their daily bouts of training wielding as such. “Then why don't you act like it?!” Nell angrily demanded of him.
Tongue pressed against the back of his teeth, Jet could but puff out his cheeks when words failed him. It had been weeks now. Weeks after being assigned to Nell he still couldn't land so much as a hit on her. He had thought, he had hoped, that a change of pace would do him good!
Shoulders slouching, Nell started to sulk in earnest. “It was good enough for Taras. It was good enough for Puck! Why isn't it good enough for me?”
A day. A day was all he wanted. A day to shamelessly cower behind the Greatshield that accompanied every Lance. A day to try and weather Nell's ferocious flurry of blows in the vain hopes of finally acclimating himself to his Trainer's dizzying tempo. Yet... instead of puncturing his own pride all he had done was lay low the Nargacuga's.
Chin tucked against her neck, a wistful growl rumbled within Nell's throat. Surely she... surely she hadn't failed him as a Trainer? S-s-surely that wasn't why he had gone and cast aside his Hammer, his tried and true weapon of choice, right? ...Right?
Hand slapped against the forehead of his fluted helmet, the Hunter grimaced. Gah. What was he thinking? Beyond the safety of the Ancient Forest, where feral monsters freely roamed, there would be no time or opportunities to experiment. Either he knew his weapon or he didn't. Which... Nell intuitively understood better than he ever could. That was why she was so disappointed and disgusted with him.
Jet wearily watched on as the behemoth bat cat's towering feet curled towards him. Swallowed up by their shadows he unconsciously breathed easy when he found himself shielded from the sun glowering overhead. Even now she always, always, always had his best interests at heart and this was how he repaid her? “I know you just told me not to but... I'm sorry, Nell.” Reaching up towards a dust caked heel, scritching at wrinkled folds of leathery flesh that could swallow up his hand with ease, he hehed when her deep and bassy growls washed over him. “I'm sorry for doubting you. I'm sorry for doubting myself. I earn my Master Rank with my Hammer or I don't. Simple as that.”
Perking to attention, husky chirps tumbled free from the Nargacuga's maw. “E-e-even so... I get that you're frustrated with the lack of progress. It's just. I just.” Back and forth Nell rocked her paws as she stifled a giggle. Those armor clad fingers of his couldn't even dimple her flesh yet still she had to resist the urge to kick her legs in giddy laughter. “Ferals won't give you time to adjust so neither can I.”
“I know, I knowwww...”
Sporting a sincere smile, Nell scrunched her toes and playfully pinched Jet's hand in the faintest creases of her sole. “You'll earn that Master Rank from me yet, Jet! I know you will.”
Blood rushing to his face, Jet let his limbs go limp as he ragdolled side to side. It would take some getting used to this kind of pawtronizing, errr patronizing, from his well-meaning Trainer.
...Not that he minded.
Even more Nell from my goofy Monster Hugger series!
Think of this as a sort of prequel to the main story! Detailing how Nell and Jet not only first met, like here in Pawse for Alarm, but how they got along as they started training together.
Utterly amazing art by
kerneldecoyFIRST, NEXT
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1754 x 1240px
File Size 944.4 kB
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