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“It's not a crutch,” Jet repeated aloud. "That's... that's my strength as a Hunter isn't it? That I can swap out tools to suit the situation?"
Sitting atop a supply crate, spare weapons and whet stones propped up against it, the Hunter reluctantly donned his Ghillie Mantle. Anxiously he fiddled with the interwoven thicket of leaves and Red Pits embedded into its fibrous mesh. Gah. Even if he was in a pinch he hated having to turn to these.
“Mreow maow mjau mow mreow mow mau?”
Jet all but rolled his eyes out his skull. Stepping out from the tent, folds of fabric flapping against his vine covered sleeves, he glared at the Felynes waiting for him just outside. A tabby and a tortoiseshell, curled up atop a nearby cart and soaking up the sun, lazily purred while awaiting his answer.
“Nobody asked you,” mumble grumbled the Hunter as he tugged down his leafy hood. So what if Nell had padded out her perfect record with her fastest cart to date? He still had two more attempts!
“Mow meeeooooow,” snarked back the tabby. Pap papping at her purrtner both of the Felynes, in short order, flopped off of the cart.
The Hunter quietly cursed to himself as he paced about the campsite. It was but one of many that Astera had established throughout the Ancient Forest. Bases of operations from which aspiring Hunters could plan and prepare before setting out to tussle with their Trainers. Felynes, ready and raring to rescue and retrieve hapless Hunters clocked cold by their Trainers, could be found stationed at each.
With a wiggle of their whiskers the tortoiseshell and tabby dusted each other off as kicked up clouds of dirt drifted past them. “Mroaw, mow mew meow maow! Mow mrrp mjau mew mau mrow!” they dismissively snickered.
“Whose side are you on anyway?!” the Hunter pouted. Arms crossed about his chest he seethed with embarrassment when the Felynes pulled their rickety cart up alongside him. As he stared at the suspiciously him-shaped imprint in the cotton and downy bedding layered across it he had to admit... it... it did smart something fierce that Nell sent him flying before he could so much as draw his Hammer. He was better than that! Or. Well at least he thought he was. He hoped he was.
Eyes narrowed, and sporting the smuggest of smiles, the thigh-high cats playfully swatted at the humbled human. “Mreow! Mew mow maow mjau mau moaw mewow mew mrrp!” teased the tortoiseshell.
“...Oh yeah?” Shoulders bunched, and brows furrowed, the Hunter took the bait and leaned in close. “Five hundred Zenny says I can.”
The pair of Felynes curiously side eyed one another. Huddling close they purred and mrrrped amongst themselves.
“Well?”
Lips scrunched, the Felynes resolutely nodded. Padded paws held out before them they each clasped at one of Jet's armored gauntlets. “Mreow meow mew mjau!”
“Deal!” Jet beamed as he clasped their fuzzy little hands within his palms. Without warning the Hunter burst into a sprint and left the Felynes to eat his dust.
“Mrowwww!”
Cuddling his Ghillie Mantle close, plucking the petals trailing off of it back out of the air, Jet turned back to taunt them. “Cart or no you better pay up!”
“Meowwwowwwowrrr!” whined the Felynes. Stumpy tails puffed out they struggled to keep pace as they guided the clonking cart along the root choked path. Weaving in and out amongst the shade kissed undergrowth, ferns and saplings and moss caked logs alike crashing against the cart's wooden chassis, they dutifully chased after their Hunter.
“Mew mrow mjau mow mew mrrp mao maow!” whispered the tortoiseshell.
“I know what the terms are!” Jet snipped back. He couldn't just get the drop on Nell. No no no no no no noooooo. He had to do them one better.
Nostrils flared, and nerves fraying, he cautiously tiptoed out from the tree lined thicket surrounding a certain sizable someone's stomping grounds. It would take every ounce of concentration he had to prove to those mangy Felynes, much less himself, that he well and truly could prey on such a predator.
Ears fwipping, the pair of Felynes watched on with morbid curiosity. “...Mjau mrrp mew mow mao mreowow mau. Mow meow?” asked the tabby. Teeth poking out from between her lips she worriedly jostled a Zenny filled pouch slung over her shoulders.
“Mrrp mew mow? Mjau mow mao maow meow mew mrowow,” confessed the tortoiseshell. With a gulp the Felynes dragged their arms across their brows. The hot and humid air, sweltering and ever suffocating, hung heavy with anticipation.
“Easy... easy...” Jet thought to himself as synchronized his every footfall to the whistling of the wind. Under the cover of the Ancient Forest's creaking boughs and swaying branches he tepidly advanced upon his quarry at the center of the stomped flat clearing.
Resting upon her stomach, legs kicked out behind her and barbed tail swishing side to side, lay Nell. Hand cupped against her cheek she happily hummed to herself while she traced a clawed finger through the clay. Bashful chirps tumbled free from her beak as she drew many a heart around the cartoonish caricatures of herself and Jet. Siiiiiiiiiiigh. Never would she ever tire of training with her little lover...
The Felyne's eyes dilated as the Hunter drew ever closer to the unaware Wyvern. Running her hands through her scruffy cheeks the panicked tabby bit down on her lower lip. The tortoiseshell, meanwhile, shamelessly cheered him on. “Mrew meowwwwww. Mjau mowwwwwww!”
Chin tucked against his chest, and heart caught in his throat, Jet hyperfocused on his surroundings. No twig would be trampled underfoot. No Redpit would grind against his greaves. Not even so much as a single grain of pollen would be punted out of place! Step by agonizing step he continued to sneak towards his Trainer even as his camouflage crumbled apart. The Nargacuga's sharpened senses and honed instincts were well beyond the human limit. Any mistake, no matter how miniscule, would alert her in an instant.
Balled up fist held close to her beak, Nell stifled a bassy giggle as she tap tap tapped at Jet's likeness carved into the forest floor. So she maaaaaaaay have gotten a little carried away with that last cart. It just. She just. How could she NOT pounce him the instant he entered her clearing? How could she NOT give her boyfriend her all? Growlffffff. With a dreamy sigh the Nargacuga idly twiddled and splayed her scaly toes.
Jet timed his footfalls best he could with every errant twitch of her muscles. Sidling past her heels, her ankles, her calves... deeper and deeper did he delve into the cavernous gap between her thighs. Having all but forgotten to breathe the Hunter crept to a standstill before her bountiful behind. Each batcat butt cheek alone rivaled his bedroom in size. So close. He was SO close.
The Felynes vibrated with a mixture of dread and delight. This was it. All he had to do was send the signal and that five hundred Zenny really was as good as his.
Clad in nothing but the fibrous mesh of his Mantle, his disguise all but undone, Jet turned towards the treeline and locked eyes with his kitty cat co-conspirators. Dropping to his knee, and hands clasped together in mock prayer, he arched an eyebrow at the tortoiseshell and tabby.
It was done.
“MREOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Arms held up before them, fists shaking at the sky, the tabby cursed with everything they had. Meanwhile, doubled over in nervous laughter, the tortoiseshell cackled with glee at money well wasted.
“Hmm?” Head swiveling to and fro the Nargacuga perked to attention. Tossing a look back over her shoulder she blinked in confusion at the Felynes pantomiming at the edge of the clearing... and the Hunter posing before her posterior. “JET?!”
“Worth it,” Jet stoically whispered as, with his pride sated, he gracefully accepted the well earned cart to come.
Let it be known that
Jazzumi is exceptionally silly. She wanted to practice scribbling up kaiju/monsters and, bless her, decided to do so with Nell the Nargacuga. What you see is the all too amazing result.
Ahemhem...
Why YES. This is none other than THE Nell from my silly Monster Hugger series.
Think of these silly snippets as prequels and flavor text sprinkled on top of the main story! Detailing how Nell and Jet not only first met like here in Pawse for Alarm, or how they worked through their growing pains training together here in Pawtronizing, but how their relationship began to blossom as well like in Canteen Crush!
FIRST, PREVIOUS, -
“It's not a crutch,” Jet repeated aloud. "That's... that's my strength as a Hunter isn't it? That I can swap out tools to suit the situation?"
Sitting atop a supply crate, spare weapons and whet stones propped up against it, the Hunter reluctantly donned his Ghillie Mantle. Anxiously he fiddled with the interwoven thicket of leaves and Red Pits embedded into its fibrous mesh. Gah. Even if he was in a pinch he hated having to turn to these.
“Mreow maow mjau mow mreow mow mau?”
Jet all but rolled his eyes out his skull. Stepping out from the tent, folds of fabric flapping against his vine covered sleeves, he glared at the Felynes waiting for him just outside. A tabby and a tortoiseshell, curled up atop a nearby cart and soaking up the sun, lazily purred while awaiting his answer.
“Nobody asked you,” mumble grumbled the Hunter as he tugged down his leafy hood. So what if Nell had padded out her perfect record with her fastest cart to date? He still had two more attempts!
“Mow meeeooooow,” snarked back the tabby. Pap papping at her purrtner both of the Felynes, in short order, flopped off of the cart.
The Hunter quietly cursed to himself as he paced about the campsite. It was but one of many that Astera had established throughout the Ancient Forest. Bases of operations from which aspiring Hunters could plan and prepare before setting out to tussle with their Trainers. Felynes, ready and raring to rescue and retrieve hapless Hunters clocked cold by their Trainers, could be found stationed at each.
With a wiggle of their whiskers the tortoiseshell and tabby dusted each other off as kicked up clouds of dirt drifted past them. “Mroaw, mow mew meow maow! Mow mrrp mjau mew mau mrow!” they dismissively snickered.
“Whose side are you on anyway?!” the Hunter pouted. Arms crossed about his chest he seethed with embarrassment when the Felynes pulled their rickety cart up alongside him. As he stared at the suspiciously him-shaped imprint in the cotton and downy bedding layered across it he had to admit... it... it did smart something fierce that Nell sent him flying before he could so much as draw his Hammer. He was better than that! Or. Well at least he thought he was. He hoped he was.
Eyes narrowed, and sporting the smuggest of smiles, the thigh-high cats playfully swatted at the humbled human. “Mreow! Mew mow maow mjau mau moaw mewow mew mrrp!” teased the tortoiseshell.
“...Oh yeah?” Shoulders bunched, and brows furrowed, the Hunter took the bait and leaned in close. “Five hundred Zenny says I can.”
The pair of Felynes curiously side eyed one another. Huddling close they purred and mrrrped amongst themselves.
“Well?”
Lips scrunched, the Felynes resolutely nodded. Padded paws held out before them they each clasped at one of Jet's armored gauntlets. “Mreow meow mew mjau!”
“Deal!” Jet beamed as he clasped their fuzzy little hands within his palms. Without warning the Hunter burst into a sprint and left the Felynes to eat his dust.
“Mrowwww!”
Cuddling his Ghillie Mantle close, plucking the petals trailing off of it back out of the air, Jet turned back to taunt them. “Cart or no you better pay up!”
“Meowwwowwwowrrr!” whined the Felynes. Stumpy tails puffed out they struggled to keep pace as they guided the clonking cart along the root choked path. Weaving in and out amongst the shade kissed undergrowth, ferns and saplings and moss caked logs alike crashing against the cart's wooden chassis, they dutifully chased after their Hunter.
“Mew mrow mjau mow mew mrrp mao maow!” whispered the tortoiseshell.
“I know what the terms are!” Jet snipped back. He couldn't just get the drop on Nell. No no no no no no noooooo. He had to do them one better.
Nostrils flared, and nerves fraying, he cautiously tiptoed out from the tree lined thicket surrounding a certain sizable someone's stomping grounds. It would take every ounce of concentration he had to prove to those mangy Felynes, much less himself, that he well and truly could prey on such a predator.
Ears fwipping, the pair of Felynes watched on with morbid curiosity. “...Mjau mrrp mew mow mao mreowow mau. Mow meow?” asked the tabby. Teeth poking out from between her lips she worriedly jostled a Zenny filled pouch slung over her shoulders.
“Mrrp mew mow? Mjau mow mao maow meow mew mrowow,” confessed the tortoiseshell. With a gulp the Felynes dragged their arms across their brows. The hot and humid air, sweltering and ever suffocating, hung heavy with anticipation.
“Easy... easy...” Jet thought to himself as synchronized his every footfall to the whistling of the wind. Under the cover of the Ancient Forest's creaking boughs and swaying branches he tepidly advanced upon his quarry at the center of the stomped flat clearing.
Resting upon her stomach, legs kicked out behind her and barbed tail swishing side to side, lay Nell. Hand cupped against her cheek she happily hummed to herself while she traced a clawed finger through the clay. Bashful chirps tumbled free from her beak as she drew many a heart around the cartoonish caricatures of herself and Jet. Siiiiiiiiiiigh. Never would she ever tire of training with her little lover...
The Felyne's eyes dilated as the Hunter drew ever closer to the unaware Wyvern. Running her hands through her scruffy cheeks the panicked tabby bit down on her lower lip. The tortoiseshell, meanwhile, shamelessly cheered him on. “Mrew meowwwwww. Mjau mowwwwwww!”
Chin tucked against his chest, and heart caught in his throat, Jet hyperfocused on his surroundings. No twig would be trampled underfoot. No Redpit would grind against his greaves. Not even so much as a single grain of pollen would be punted out of place! Step by agonizing step he continued to sneak towards his Trainer even as his camouflage crumbled apart. The Nargacuga's sharpened senses and honed instincts were well beyond the human limit. Any mistake, no matter how miniscule, would alert her in an instant.
Balled up fist held close to her beak, Nell stifled a bassy giggle as she tap tap tapped at Jet's likeness carved into the forest floor. So she maaaaaaaay have gotten a little carried away with that last cart. It just. She just. How could she NOT pounce him the instant he entered her clearing? How could she NOT give her boyfriend her all? Growlffffff. With a dreamy sigh the Nargacuga idly twiddled and splayed her scaly toes.
Jet timed his footfalls best he could with every errant twitch of her muscles. Sidling past her heels, her ankles, her calves... deeper and deeper did he delve into the cavernous gap between her thighs. Having all but forgotten to breathe the Hunter crept to a standstill before her bountiful behind. Each batcat butt cheek alone rivaled his bedroom in size. So close. He was SO close.
The Felynes vibrated with a mixture of dread and delight. This was it. All he had to do was send the signal and that five hundred Zenny really was as good as his.
Clad in nothing but the fibrous mesh of his Mantle, his disguise all but undone, Jet turned towards the treeline and locked eyes with his kitty cat co-conspirators. Dropping to his knee, and hands clasped together in mock prayer, he arched an eyebrow at the tortoiseshell and tabby.
It was done.
“MREOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Arms held up before them, fists shaking at the sky, the tabby cursed with everything they had. Meanwhile, doubled over in nervous laughter, the tortoiseshell cackled with glee at money well wasted.
“Hmm?” Head swiveling to and fro the Nargacuga perked to attention. Tossing a look back over her shoulder she blinked in confusion at the Felynes pantomiming at the edge of the clearing... and the Hunter posing before her posterior. “JET?!”
“Worth it,” Jet stoically whispered as, with his pride sated, he gracefully accepted the well earned cart to come.
Let it be known that
Jazzumi is exceptionally silly. She wanted to practice scribbling up kaiju/monsters and, bless her, decided to do so with Nell the Nargacuga. What you see is the all too amazing result.Ahemhem...
Why YES. This is none other than THE Nell from my silly Monster Hugger series.
Think of these silly snippets as prequels and flavor text sprinkled on top of the main story! Detailing how Nell and Jet not only first met like here in Pawse for Alarm, or how they worked through their growing pains training together here in Pawtronizing, but how their relationship began to blossom as well like in Canteen Crush!
FIRST, PREVIOUS, -
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1530 x 1980px
File Size 224.2 kB
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