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You are making her too strong.
T-Bone and I both very much enjoy FF XIV and we cannot help but ponder up very silly ideas in the setting.
Here is one of them.
Other FFXIV inspired tales can be found over here, over there, somewhere around there, and here.
T-Bone's original post: Rage of the Halones
“Kweh kweh?” asked Wednesday the Chocobo.
“Tis true,” hummed her host. “Your prayers not only empower us but they shape us.” The towering wolf, her fur as white as freshly fallen snow, gestured to herself. “Over the course of untold millenia have your earnest and fervent thoughts made the Twelve into what we are today.”
Hand pinched against his chin, Terry the dragon tilted his head as far back as he was able. The Goddess of Glaciers and War, Halone herself, seemed as if to scrape against the very sky.
Blinking in disbelief, his mind still reeling at how this slapdash adventuring party had been roped in to something as momentous as parlaying with the Gods themselves, Bohemian the Behemoth sheepishly rubbed at his purple furred forearm. Who was he, a lowly monster, to address the divine? “Do they... do they shape you even now?”
Golden helmet softly jostling, its visorless face plate shrouding her visage in shadow, Halone stoically nodded her head. “Even now your heartfelt thoughts and prayers sustain us.” A gentle, if not disarming, smile spread wide across the wolf's snout. “For which you will forever have our thanks.”
Feathery hands clasped behind her back, and taloned feet shyly kicking at the brilliant blue arena comprised of frozen moonlight, Wednesday tucked her chin into her chest and bashfully chirped to herself. Now and again the sharply dressed Blue Mage allowed herself to shyly sneak peeks at the gorgeous goddess.
Oh what wasn't there to adore, to worship, to praise, of heavenly Halone? Her mysterious airs? Her voice smooth as silk? How those luscious locks of hair draped down her back like a waterfall? How-
THOOOOOOOOOM
Wednesday bounced up into the air when the wumbo wolf shifted in place. H-h-how even when standing on her tippy talons the bashful bird was, barely at that, eye level with her knees?
“Kwehhhhhhh,” the bird dreamily sighed.
Hand cupped close to her muzzle, her golden gauntlets clanking noisily, Halone stifled a giggle. “Aye, Wednesday. I have heard, continue to hear, and will forever cherish your well wishes.”
“KWEH!” Hands clasped to her heart, and twirling in place, the Chocobo fell back into her Behemoth bestie Bohemian as her face burned beet red. To be complimented, to be addressed, by the biggest prettiest bestest goddess in all the pantheon?! Be still her beating heart.
Eyes narrowed, and lips smacking, Terry continued to stroke his chin in thoughtful contemplation. The draconic Paladin, adorned in knightly armor, continued to hum hum hum at every exchange. Mankind's prayers shaped them...
“So. Um.” Bohemian stammered out as he fanned at the fangirling Chocobo. Clad in little more than tattered rags the aspiring Beast Master wilted before Halone's divine presence. “What again... would you have us do, Halone? Err! Lady Halone! Goddess Halone!”
Spear in hand, the imposing wolf cracked the base of her polearm into the veined ice at her feet. “With the Mother Crystal's passing, and having laid low nihilism made manifest, an exciting and uncharted future awaits you. I would test your mettle, Children of Man. So that I can be certain you have strength enough to walk and weather whatever trials await you.”
SHING
Swinging her spear forward, Halone brought its golden and rune inscribed head to bear against the tip of Bohemian's snout.
“A-a-and if we're not up to snuff?” Bohemian gulped as his eyes went cross. Shivering in place he warily took stock of the countless battle scars that pocked the polearm's pointed tip.
“...Then you shall remain under our guidance and protection until you are,” Halone said with a playful snort. Retracting her arm, and swinging her spear down and to the side, she contentedly wagged her tail.
The Behemoth tossed back his head and heaved a sigh of relief. “Only a little pressure then,” he whewed.
Biting down on his lower lip, and nostrils flared, Terry continued to hum at length. “Say... Halone?”
“Hum?”
A faint blush came to crease the green scaled dragon's cheeks as he continued to speak. “Would you be opposed to us offering up a prayer before our fateful, and quite possibly climactic, battle?”
“Not at all,” hummed the warrior wolf.
Terry forced down a nervous swallow. Clasping his hands together, fingers interlocked, the pious Paladin poured his everything into his prayer.
Her unseen brows arched, Halone curiously looked over herself as her body came to be enveloped in a gentle glow. “Oh? Praying to the Goddess of War herself before your battle?” The wolf couldn't help but chuckle as motes of light flaked off her frame.
“Something like that,” Terry sheepishly mumbled before-
BWOOOOOOOMPH
Halone's petite breasts dramatically surged forward.
“...I see.” Ears flicking curiously, Halone clasped her free hand to her hip. “Even now your prayers continue to shape me, Child of Man.”
“TERRY!” hissed Bohemian.
Feathers puffed out, blood rushed to Wednesday's head at the salacious sight. Halone wasn't just the biggest prettiest bestest goddess. She was the bustiest now too!
But...
But what if...
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Hands clasped together in prayer, and tail feathers swishing furiously behind her, Wednesday chirped as Halone's body creaked onwards and upwards. Where she was once eye level with her knees the Chocobo now struggled to clear past her shins.
BWOOOOOOOOOMPH
Correction. Her ankles.
“WEDNESDAY!” gasped the Behemoth.
Halone gently shook her head with a smile. “Pray to your heart's content, Children of Man. Whensoever you are ready, I, the Fury, shall test your strength of spirit.”
Steam wafting out of their ears, and shamelessly side eyeing one another, Wednesday and Terry gingerly clasped their hands back together.
BWOOOOOOMPH
“You stop praying,” mumbled the dragon as Halone's breasts billowed to the size of celestial bodies.
GLRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
“Kweh kweh kweh,” the Chocobo huffed back as Halone's armored boots swelled to such sizes that entire caravans could be lost beneath her tread.
Eyes gone wide, and arms hanging limply at his sides, Bohemian trembled at the sight of the sky blotting wolf incessantly swelling and swallowing them in her shadow.
“...You stop praying.”
“Kweh kweh kweh.”
“No you stop praying.”
“Kweh kwehhhhhhh kweh kweh.”
“You first.”
“Kweh kweh.”
“No you.”
“Kweh-”
“BOTH OF YOU STOP PRAYING!” shrieked Bohemian.
T-Bone and I both very much enjoy FF XIV and we cannot help but ponder up very silly ideas in the setting.Here is one of them.
Other FFXIV inspired tales can be found over here, over there, somewhere around there, and here.
T-Bone's original post: Rage of the Halones“Kweh kweh?” asked Wednesday the Chocobo.
“Tis true,” hummed her host. “Your prayers not only empower us but they shape us.” The towering wolf, her fur as white as freshly fallen snow, gestured to herself. “Over the course of untold millenia have your earnest and fervent thoughts made the Twelve into what we are today.”
Hand pinched against his chin, Terry the dragon tilted his head as far back as he was able. The Goddess of Glaciers and War, Halone herself, seemed as if to scrape against the very sky.
Blinking in disbelief, his mind still reeling at how this slapdash adventuring party had been roped in to something as momentous as parlaying with the Gods themselves, Bohemian the Behemoth sheepishly rubbed at his purple furred forearm. Who was he, a lowly monster, to address the divine? “Do they... do they shape you even now?”
Golden helmet softly jostling, its visorless face plate shrouding her visage in shadow, Halone stoically nodded her head. “Even now your heartfelt thoughts and prayers sustain us.” A gentle, if not disarming, smile spread wide across the wolf's snout. “For which you will forever have our thanks.”
Feathery hands clasped behind her back, and taloned feet shyly kicking at the brilliant blue arena comprised of frozen moonlight, Wednesday tucked her chin into her chest and bashfully chirped to herself. Now and again the sharply dressed Blue Mage allowed herself to shyly sneak peeks at the gorgeous goddess.
Oh what wasn't there to adore, to worship, to praise, of heavenly Halone? Her mysterious airs? Her voice smooth as silk? How those luscious locks of hair draped down her back like a waterfall? How-
THOOOOOOOOOM
Wednesday bounced up into the air when the wumbo wolf shifted in place. H-h-how even when standing on her tippy talons the bashful bird was, barely at that, eye level with her knees?
“Kwehhhhhhh,” the bird dreamily sighed.
Hand cupped close to her muzzle, her golden gauntlets clanking noisily, Halone stifled a giggle. “Aye, Wednesday. I have heard, continue to hear, and will forever cherish your well wishes.”
“KWEH!” Hands clasped to her heart, and twirling in place, the Chocobo fell back into her Behemoth bestie Bohemian as her face burned beet red. To be complimented, to be addressed, by the biggest prettiest bestest goddess in all the pantheon?! Be still her beating heart.
Eyes narrowed, and lips smacking, Terry continued to stroke his chin in thoughtful contemplation. The draconic Paladin, adorned in knightly armor, continued to hum hum hum at every exchange. Mankind's prayers shaped them...
“So. Um.” Bohemian stammered out as he fanned at the fangirling Chocobo. Clad in little more than tattered rags the aspiring Beast Master wilted before Halone's divine presence. “What again... would you have us do, Halone? Err! Lady Halone! Goddess Halone!”
Spear in hand, the imposing wolf cracked the base of her polearm into the veined ice at her feet. “With the Mother Crystal's passing, and having laid low nihilism made manifest, an exciting and uncharted future awaits you. I would test your mettle, Children of Man. So that I can be certain you have strength enough to walk and weather whatever trials await you.”
SHING
Swinging her spear forward, Halone brought its golden and rune inscribed head to bear against the tip of Bohemian's snout.
“A-a-and if we're not up to snuff?” Bohemian gulped as his eyes went cross. Shivering in place he warily took stock of the countless battle scars that pocked the polearm's pointed tip.
“...Then you shall remain under our guidance and protection until you are,” Halone said with a playful snort. Retracting her arm, and swinging her spear down and to the side, she contentedly wagged her tail.
The Behemoth tossed back his head and heaved a sigh of relief. “Only a little pressure then,” he whewed.
Biting down on his lower lip, and nostrils flared, Terry continued to hum at length. “Say... Halone?”
“Hum?”
A faint blush came to crease the green scaled dragon's cheeks as he continued to speak. “Would you be opposed to us offering up a prayer before our fateful, and quite possibly climactic, battle?”
“Not at all,” hummed the warrior wolf.
Terry forced down a nervous swallow. Clasping his hands together, fingers interlocked, the pious Paladin poured his everything into his prayer.
Her unseen brows arched, Halone curiously looked over herself as her body came to be enveloped in a gentle glow. “Oh? Praying to the Goddess of War herself before your battle?” The wolf couldn't help but chuckle as motes of light flaked off her frame.
“Something like that,” Terry sheepishly mumbled before-
BWOOOOOOOMPH
Halone's petite breasts dramatically surged forward.
“...I see.” Ears flicking curiously, Halone clasped her free hand to her hip. “Even now your prayers continue to shape me, Child of Man.”
“TERRY!” hissed Bohemian.
Feathers puffed out, blood rushed to Wednesday's head at the salacious sight. Halone wasn't just the biggest prettiest bestest goddess. She was the bustiest now too!
But...
But what if...
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Hands clasped together in prayer, and tail feathers swishing furiously behind her, Wednesday chirped as Halone's body creaked onwards and upwards. Where she was once eye level with her knees the Chocobo now struggled to clear past her shins.
BWOOOOOOOOOMPH
Correction. Her ankles.
“WEDNESDAY!” gasped the Behemoth.
Halone gently shook her head with a smile. “Pray to your heart's content, Children of Man. Whensoever you are ready, I, the Fury, shall test your strength of spirit.”
Steam wafting out of their ears, and shamelessly side eyeing one another, Wednesday and Terry gingerly clasped their hands back together.
BWOOOOOOMPH
“You stop praying,” mumbled the dragon as Halone's breasts billowed to the size of celestial bodies.
GLRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
“Kweh kweh kweh,” the Chocobo huffed back as Halone's armored boots swelled to such sizes that entire caravans could be lost beneath her tread.
Eyes gone wide, and arms hanging limply at his sides, Bohemian trembled at the sight of the sky blotting wolf incessantly swelling and swallowing them in her shadow.
“...You stop praying.”
“Kweh kweh kweh.”
“No you stop praying.”
“Kweh kwehhhhhhh kweh kweh.”
“You first.”
“Kweh kweh.”
“No you.”
“Kweh-”
“BOTH OF YOU STOP PRAYING!” shrieked Bohemian.
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Oh man, I didn't know about that. I, uh, need to actually finish that questline. >_>
Pointless factoid: Aisedza Farrwilfsyn, Ice-eater son of wolfcow, was coincidentally born under Halone just by having my birthday. The extra connections have been proof that the heavens favor me, specifically and personally.
Pointless factoid: Aisedza Farrwilfsyn, Ice-eater son of wolfcow, was coincidentally born under Halone just by having my birthday. The extra connections have been proof that the heavens favor me, specifically and personally.
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