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Eyes twinkling, M'naago's sand colored ears perked to attention. “Warrior of Light, these are...”
Hands on his hips, and chest puffed out, Paige proudly snickered to himself. “They're what?” beamed the cream colored cat.
A soothing wind, dry yet gentle, whisked through the repurposed war tent situated at the center of Rhalgr's Reach. As the low din of waterfalls echoed across the secluded desert basin, M'naago daintily cupped Paige's proffered deliveries in hand. Souvenirs of all sorts, faithfully paying homage to the heritage of Ala Mhigo and Othard alike, overflowed her padded fingertips. “They're... You're...” Biting down on her lower lip the Warrior of Light's fellow feline sniffled away her tears. Each and every one a masterpiece that was all but certain to overflow the depleted coffers of Resistance.
“Oy! None of that now!” teased the Rogue.
Blink blinking away the waterworks, M'naago dutifully nodded along. “It's just... you've already done so much for us! For you of all people to answer our call-”
The cream colored cat playfully shrugged. “Oh please! Rebuilding the whole of a nation and bringin' back together its scattered peoples? Mew lot kept all the hard work to yourselves!”
Lips pursed, the chocolate colored cat blew a dismissive raspberry. “As if driving back Zenos and the whole of the XIIIth Legion was anything but!” The rusty red streaks of war paint lining M'naggo's cheeks burned brightest crimson while she struggled to maintain eye contact with Paige. “Thank you, Warrior of Light.”
“Awh it's noffin'!” he blushed right back as the Rogue took to rubbing at the back of his neck. “There's more than one way to save the day innit? That and... it's been nice. Tryin' my hand at fixin' instead of fightin' things.”
M'naago stifled a giggle and infectious smile. “W-well if that's the case-” Rolling her shoulders, the soldier's light armor softly jostling in place, she gestured to the war room table situated at the center of the tent. A torn and wrinkled map lay spread out upon it. “Maybe you... wouldn't mind lending me a hand with some supply drops?”
“Hmmm?”
Leaning over the table, M'naago tapped a padded finger against worn smooth representations of villages and settlements. What had once been used to coordinate and organize incursions into Garlean occupied territory had since been repurposed into routing the rebuilding effort. “Every month, come the waxing of the new moon, we trek the whole of Ala Mhigo and distribute payments from the Resistance Widows and Orphans fund. It'd be nice having a handsome err friendly face along for the ride!”
Fur puffed out, and tail frazzled, Paige and his fellow feline shyly exchanged glances as he sheepishly thumbed at his nose.
“I-I-I think it would mean a lot if none other than the Warrior of Light was out there helping deliver them is all!” M'naago quickly clarified. “Reminding each and every one of us that our future is worth striving for especially after you fought so hard to give it back to us.”
Arms crossed, the Rogue playfully tossed his head side to side. “I mean when mew put it that way...” With a roll of his eyes Paige flashed a toothy grin. "How hard it could be?"
“Lass. Mew mean to tell me that you do this EVERY moon?” Jaw agape, and ears folded down, Paige panted up a storm. His arms hung limply at his sides as he struggled to fill his lungs.
“If I don't who will?” M'naago replied. Slowing her gait to a crawl she effortlessly traversed the dust slicked slopes cutting through Ala Mhigo's mountainous landscape. Even while weighed down by her full Resistance attire and requisitions, a long sleeve vest and pair of heavy pants lined thick with pockets, she traversed the breadth and depth of the arid city-state with ease.
“To think I had an easier time hoofing it to the edge of creation and back again...” the Rogue mumbled under his breath.
“It just takes some getting used to is all!” teased the Miqo'te. “Here.” Dipping low, M'naago slung one of Paige's arms over her shoulder and propped him up. “Better?”
Paige's furred face, sweltering beneath the sun, turned beet red every time their padded feet accidentally brushed against one another. “Better,” he shyly mewled. As they slowly shuffled forward the Warrior of Light took in his surroundings. His eyes lit up at the sight of the colored rings of sediment, twinkling beneath the sun's glare, painted along the craggy peaks rising above them. His ears constantly fwipped to and fro at the constant roar of far off waterfalls sluicing through the otherwise inhospitable peaks and at the creak of the stray pine trees burrowed into the sides of cliffs.
“I can see why you and yours fought, and keep fighting, as hard as you have...” gasped the cream colored cat.
“Mmhmm!” smirked M'naago. “It always has and always will be something worth saving! And... something worth sharing.”
Lips wavering, Paige stoically nodded. Wordlessly did he continue to trudge ever onwards as he resolved to keep her company until his lungs, and very legs, gave out beneath him.
“That's...” Leaning back against a boulder, the shores of a salt suffused lake stretching out before them, M'naago steadied her breathing. “That's the Fringes. That's the Peaks. All that's left... all that's left unaccounted for is the Lochs.”
Dangling over the sides of her rolled up pants cuffs, a minimized Paige wearily whewed. His legs had turned to jelly. His arms much too heavy to raise. Unwilling to abandon, much less inconvenience, M'naago he had shrunken himself to a much more manageable size so as to continue accompanying her on her travels.
SHFFFFFFFF
Brushing back the pale pink locks of hair draped over her face, M'naago slid down along the base of the boulder with an emphatic sigh. As her petite rear crash landed against the gravel Paige mewled when inertia launched him free from his fabric footholds and sent him tumbling out and over the tops of the Miqo'te's feet.
“With you around these drop offs have just flown by! Even so...” M'naago gasped with a lick of her chapped lips. “What an exhausting mission!” Tonking her head back against the worn smooth stone she slowly let her legs slide out before her.
Paige's prone form helplessly mewled as waves of upturned stones collected beneath him and he was sent sailing forward in a tidal surge.
“Let's...” Dragging a hand along her forehead, the chocolate furred feline took to fanning herself. “Let's rest for a sec, good with you lil guy?”
Rolling to a halt, the Warrior of Light meeped when M'naago's monolithic heels slid to a halt against him. Propped up against wrinkled folds of flesh, the gaps between them cavernous in size, Paige tilted his head as far back as he was able. A sheer cliff face of sole, its padded surface glistening with sweat, stretched beyond the periphery of his vision. “Take as much time as mew need...” he slowly stammered out.
“You're... umm... I-I-I mean this has been nice!” M'naago mused aloud with a splay of her toes. "We should... we should do this again some time."
As Paige found himself swallowed up in her foot's searing shadow the flustered Rogue couldn't help but gawk. Every creak of those curled toes. Every rib-rattling scrunch of her sole. Every magnified movement sent his heart aflutter. “Anytime,” he breathlessly gasped.
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mr-rowboat art? Of a FFXIV flavor? Must mean another little blurb to go with it!FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT
Eyes twinkling, M'naago's sand colored ears perked to attention. “Warrior of Light, these are...”
Hands on his hips, and chest puffed out, Paige proudly snickered to himself. “They're what?” beamed the cream colored cat.
A soothing wind, dry yet gentle, whisked through the repurposed war tent situated at the center of Rhalgr's Reach. As the low din of waterfalls echoed across the secluded desert basin, M'naago daintily cupped Paige's proffered deliveries in hand. Souvenirs of all sorts, faithfully paying homage to the heritage of Ala Mhigo and Othard alike, overflowed her padded fingertips. “They're... You're...” Biting down on her lower lip the Warrior of Light's fellow feline sniffled away her tears. Each and every one a masterpiece that was all but certain to overflow the depleted coffers of Resistance.
“Oy! None of that now!” teased the Rogue.
Blink blinking away the waterworks, M'naago dutifully nodded along. “It's just... you've already done so much for us! For you of all people to answer our call-”
The cream colored cat playfully shrugged. “Oh please! Rebuilding the whole of a nation and bringin' back together its scattered peoples? Mew lot kept all the hard work to yourselves!”
Lips pursed, the chocolate colored cat blew a dismissive raspberry. “As if driving back Zenos and the whole of the XIIIth Legion was anything but!” The rusty red streaks of war paint lining M'naggo's cheeks burned brightest crimson while she struggled to maintain eye contact with Paige. “Thank you, Warrior of Light.”
“Awh it's noffin'!” he blushed right back as the Rogue took to rubbing at the back of his neck. “There's more than one way to save the day innit? That and... it's been nice. Tryin' my hand at fixin' instead of fightin' things.”
M'naago stifled a giggle and infectious smile. “W-well if that's the case-” Rolling her shoulders, the soldier's light armor softly jostling in place, she gestured to the war room table situated at the center of the tent. A torn and wrinkled map lay spread out upon it. “Maybe you... wouldn't mind lending me a hand with some supply drops?”
“Hmmm?”
Leaning over the table, M'naago tapped a padded finger against worn smooth representations of villages and settlements. What had once been used to coordinate and organize incursions into Garlean occupied territory had since been repurposed into routing the rebuilding effort. “Every month, come the waxing of the new moon, we trek the whole of Ala Mhigo and distribute payments from the Resistance Widows and Orphans fund. It'd be nice having a handsome err friendly face along for the ride!”
Fur puffed out, and tail frazzled, Paige and his fellow feline shyly exchanged glances as he sheepishly thumbed at his nose.
“I-I-I think it would mean a lot if none other than the Warrior of Light was out there helping deliver them is all!” M'naago quickly clarified. “Reminding each and every one of us that our future is worth striving for especially after you fought so hard to give it back to us.”
Arms crossed, the Rogue playfully tossed his head side to side. “I mean when mew put it that way...” With a roll of his eyes Paige flashed a toothy grin. "How hard it could be?"
“Lass. Mew mean to tell me that you do this EVERY moon?” Jaw agape, and ears folded down, Paige panted up a storm. His arms hung limply at his sides as he struggled to fill his lungs.
“If I don't who will?” M'naago replied. Slowing her gait to a crawl she effortlessly traversed the dust slicked slopes cutting through Ala Mhigo's mountainous landscape. Even while weighed down by her full Resistance attire and requisitions, a long sleeve vest and pair of heavy pants lined thick with pockets, she traversed the breadth and depth of the arid city-state with ease.
“To think I had an easier time hoofing it to the edge of creation and back again...” the Rogue mumbled under his breath.
“It just takes some getting used to is all!” teased the Miqo'te. “Here.” Dipping low, M'naago slung one of Paige's arms over her shoulder and propped him up. “Better?”
Paige's furred face, sweltering beneath the sun, turned beet red every time their padded feet accidentally brushed against one another. “Better,” he shyly mewled. As they slowly shuffled forward the Warrior of Light took in his surroundings. His eyes lit up at the sight of the colored rings of sediment, twinkling beneath the sun's glare, painted along the craggy peaks rising above them. His ears constantly fwipped to and fro at the constant roar of far off waterfalls sluicing through the otherwise inhospitable peaks and at the creak of the stray pine trees burrowed into the sides of cliffs.
“I can see why you and yours fought, and keep fighting, as hard as you have...” gasped the cream colored cat.
“Mmhmm!” smirked M'naago. “It always has and always will be something worth saving! And... something worth sharing.”
Lips wavering, Paige stoically nodded. Wordlessly did he continue to trudge ever onwards as he resolved to keep her company until his lungs, and very legs, gave out beneath him.
“That's...” Leaning back against a boulder, the shores of a salt suffused lake stretching out before them, M'naago steadied her breathing. “That's the Fringes. That's the Peaks. All that's left... all that's left unaccounted for is the Lochs.”
Dangling over the sides of her rolled up pants cuffs, a minimized Paige wearily whewed. His legs had turned to jelly. His arms much too heavy to raise. Unwilling to abandon, much less inconvenience, M'naago he had shrunken himself to a much more manageable size so as to continue accompanying her on her travels.
SHFFFFFFFF
Brushing back the pale pink locks of hair draped over her face, M'naago slid down along the base of the boulder with an emphatic sigh. As her petite rear crash landed against the gravel Paige mewled when inertia launched him free from his fabric footholds and sent him tumbling out and over the tops of the Miqo'te's feet.
“With you around these drop offs have just flown by! Even so...” M'naago gasped with a lick of her chapped lips. “What an exhausting mission!” Tonking her head back against the worn smooth stone she slowly let her legs slide out before her.
Paige's prone form helplessly mewled as waves of upturned stones collected beneath him and he was sent sailing forward in a tidal surge.
“Let's...” Dragging a hand along her forehead, the chocolate furred feline took to fanning herself. “Let's rest for a sec, good with you lil guy?”
Rolling to a halt, the Warrior of Light meeped when M'naago's monolithic heels slid to a halt against him. Propped up against wrinkled folds of flesh, the gaps between them cavernous in size, Paige tilted his head as far back as he was able. A sheer cliff face of sole, its padded surface glistening with sweat, stretched beyond the periphery of his vision. “Take as much time as mew need...” he slowly stammered out.
“You're... umm... I-I-I mean this has been nice!” M'naago mused aloud with a splay of her toes. "We should... we should do this again some time."
As Paige found himself swallowed up in her foot's searing shadow the flustered Rogue couldn't help but gawk. Every creak of those curled toes. Every rib-rattling scrunch of her sole. Every magnified movement sent his heart aflutter. “Anytime,” he breathlessly gasped.
FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Feline (Other)
Size 2146 x 1717px
File Size 2.87 MB
Listed in Folders
I'm very much a fan of how mr-rowboat has interpreted and furrified Miqo'te! Likewise I'm glad you do too!
mr-rowboat has interpreted and furrified Miqo'te! Likewise I'm glad you do too! 
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