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That’s not how you use that! – M/F feet – FF1
The beady mist slunk through the air, covertly coiling and whipping at the dankness that it encroached upon. Through bleary vision, the black mage pinched his amber eyes, peering hotly through the debris-like air at the single foe that stood over his fallen comrades. It raised its club and beat it against its chest before bending over and placing a fist at the ground. With thunderous schlucks, it tore through the mud and puddles towards him. A smirk lit itself upon the black mage's hidden lips and he raised his staff, waving the crooked head slightly. A sudden breath of fire blew through the air and over top of the creature, vanquishing it into a cloud of dust with a zorkle-zip.
Closing his eyes and exhaling, the black mage slumped forward, letting his hands drop onto his knees. Bumbling forward, his sight veered viciously as he slumped through the tall grass and thick mud. His gaze grazed the grey, illuminated skies then soared over the fence of decaying, hobbled and leafless trees that bent at awkward angles, reaching for and scrawling at the clouds. His eyes slinked upon her white robes, sullied with the lingering brown fingers of mud.
Stumbling towards her, his legs faltering beneath him, he reached into his sack, feeling at the paltry goods within. His fingers ran over the soft yet firm quill of a single feather. Grimacing, he looked at the soiled armor of his fallen comrades, then back at the face down, white robed figure. With a groan, he withdrew his hand, a bright crimson feather glowing within his hands. The vane glittered with starlight, the gold flecks shining brilliantly, dispelling the fog around it. Raising his shoulders, he quickly shuffled towards the white cloaked figure. There were no other options. Quickly discarding the notion of further monster attacks, he raised the feather above his head.
For a few moments he stood, frozen, waiting. A thick bubble formed in the mud near her, growing and popping with a thick schluck. Off to the right, a frog hopped onto a lichen-littered log whose hollow, front end shifted downward into the mud. The frog croaked once, then leapt unceremoniously into a viscous puddle, shattering its distilled, mirror-like silence. Letting out an exasperated snort, he lowered the feather and sifted through the mud towards her body.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he lifted her up and looked around, his body sinking into the mire with her additional weight. Raising his head towards a nearby stump, he stepped forward with his right leg, then drug her body and his left leg after him. Beneath them, the marshland let out a sinister snicker as they slithered across the waist high grass and over the puddles, towards their destination. Stopping with each step, he exhaled then inhaled, his body slumping then lurching forward.
As he pressed on in his trek, he saw the end of her robe stretch and pull away. Twisting his head around, he peered over top of the navy cloth of his collar and saw her right boot, in its crumbled, leather glory, stretch on further than her left. Groaning, he tugged her shoulder forward and watched as her boot refused to move, instead yawning away from her body. Shaking his head, he grumbled beneath his breath, “they don't pay me enough,” as he clamped his knees downward and threw his shoulders forward. The thunderous sound of leather snapping resounded behind him, and suddenly the white mage's weight blustered forward, sending him backward into the marshlands. Landing with a plump splash, he raised his now soaking wet sleeves and looked to the sky, letting out a long, ghastly groan.
Thrusting his arms into the swamp, he pushed himself upward, his hands slipping away beneath him and his legs sliding straight ahead, casting him back downward. With a growl he twisted onto his side and slapped at the earth, pushing himself upward. Brownish-black clumps dripped from him as he shambled towards her. The thick liquid slipped down the creases of his robe as he grabbed her shoulders and thrust her onto the stump, the pale bare flesh of her foot marred by loose grass and a thick clump of mud that oozed down the side of her foot. Sitting her upright, he stood back and raised his hands towards her as she slowly sagged forward and slumped to her right, her smooth, rounded face bobbing out of his sight. Grumbling incoherently, he felt his eyelids fall into a sneer as he rolled the glowing artifact between his fingers. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her naked foot, the fog roiling around it, giving it an ethereal glow. Bringing a hand into the dark shadows beneath his wide brimmed hat, he pressed his thumb and forefinger beneath his nose, running his gauntleted fingers to the edges of his lips. Perhaps, he thought.
Dropping his hand, he gently scooped up her heel, pinching her bony ankle between his thumb and forefinger. Cradling her foot in his palm, he extended his lower lip and puffed out a breath as he soaked in her view. Sunlight peaked through the musky sky, its rays striking at her backside, illuminating her with a golden glow. The puffy vanilla of her skin stretched and yawned across a deep chasm of an arch, while tiny rivers of lines arched upward before breaking off into tiny deltas that pierced through her flesh. Raising the feather, he gently brushed it against her flesh.
At once the feather beamed and sparked against her skin, casting a small storm of arcing red lightning across her like static electricity. With a quick glance up towards her lifeless shoulders, he sighed and swept the feather around the edge of her foot. As it crested her flesh, the vanes of the feather spread and exhaled a swishing sound while the little sparks of lightning snickered and s******ed like a pile of crumpling twigs. Sweat beaded upon his forehead as she slumped further towards her side, her head hanging nearly perpendicular with the ground while her sparkling golden hair drooped from her hood. Pinching the relic tightly between his fingers, he drafted daft, spiraling circles up the center of her foot with the upper middle of the feather while the tip fell flat against her, lagging behind. Throwing a quick glance over his shoulder, he heard a callous, harrowing breeze rattle the decayed branches of the trees.
A “mmm,” groaned from in front of him. Spinning around, he watched her toes quiver once, their glittering ruby nails pointing towards him ever so briefly. Feverishly spinning the feather upward, he dashed it against her toes. Her hips kicked off to the right in a quick spasm and she began to lift her head, her large, agate eyes peeking open, their color shifting and swirling between pearl and bronze like the mists that faltered around them. A smirk suddenly lit upon her face and she bolted up, sniffing lightly as she tugged her leg towards her, pointing her toes at him. Flicking his hand upwards, he slashed down with the feather and she let out a resplendent, bell-like “tehehe.”
In an instant her hands leapt to her face, covering her mouth while her middle fingers pinched at her nose. With a quick shake, she turned her head down and away, pressing her bubble of a cheek into her shoulder. A cloud of powdery gold glowed in front of her feet as the phoenix down seemed to tug itself towards her skin, its movements becoming frantic and frenzied within his hands as though it became determined to complete its work. With a quick sniff, she let out another gilded “tehehe,” and then inhaled sharply before stamping out a third, tittering “tehehe.” A touch of pink color drizzled along her toes as they wiggled wildly in tune with an unheard drum. Her shoulders hobbled up to where her ears hid behind her hood, and her foot rattled within his hand. Spinning around like a screw, she exposed her back towards him, and her little, quiet voice meekly mewled out, “That's not how you use that!”
With a quick flick of his wrist, he spiraled the feather up her arch in such a way that it lapped up around her, laying against her and slithering up her like a snake. Letting out a squeak, she clasped her fingers into fists, her smile pinching above her thumbs. Lifting her foot away, she quickly huffed out a giggle. Color began to drain from her face, and she wobbled from side to side, a woozy and delirious look spinning in her eyes as her foot plopped back into his palm. Clicking his tongue against his teeth, he lathered the feather against her foot again while muttering out, “you have to take your medicine.”
A shrill harpy-like squeal rippled through her hands as the flushed rosy color returned to her cheeks. As he spun the flat of the feather around the ball of her foot, her toes bent backwards and apart from one another and she whimpered out a pointed and hysterical, “ssteee.” A shiver quaked through her forearms and she raised her head, exposing her neck towards him while her fingers laced down it and a crumpled, elongated “heeeee-heeeee” foamed at her mouth. With a quick nod she snapped forward and stretched her arms out, her hands lacing around her boot as she bent over her knees. As the feather licked across her toes, the tiny threads of lightning leaping between them, she gripped her fingers tightly around her boot.
Her hood slipped over her face, the crimson flames that lined it nipping just above her smiling chin. Near silent, lilting breaths came from behind the thin white cloth that separated them. A sudden sniff came, and her head nodded. Her fingernails scratched against her boot and then tugged the whinnying leather away. A tremble shifted through her arms, sending the tips of the long lengths of cloth that draped from them into the black depths around her as she let the footwear plummet through the air. The defeated guardian fell against the ground suddenly while the long streak of leather whinnied from side to side, slapping at one hand then the other as it slithered through her grasp. It landed with a clump just as her newly bared foot pressed behind the one the feather so lovingly caressed.
Releasing his thumb, he shifted his hand slightly and then pinched around both of her thin ankles at once. The feather darted towards the newly bared flesh with a magnetic grasp as he flourished between both of her arches. At once she shot backwards, her hood flying backward, revealing her smooth, putty like complexion. Her eyes grew wide and took on the musty color of a black pearl just as her jaw grew loose, leaving her mouth wide open. Throwing her arms to her sides, she gripped tightly into the stump and struggled back and forth, floundering upon the deceased tree while lilting out a quick series of robust “Teeheehee”'s.
The left end of his lip rose in a sneer as he looked up towards the dark-orange sky that clung to the mountains like a despondent fog. Tilting his head, he looked at the feather, wondering how much magical energy it had yet to instill into her soles. Closing his eyes and shaking his head, he fanned her flickering toes while lightning rained upon her flesh. The reddish-gold aura around the feather throbbed and pulsed as she let out a saw-like “eeehp.” A quick gasp exited her, and she froze, then jolted to a sharp angle. Her eyes fluttered and her irises rolled upward as her fingers dug into the stump, her arms trembling. Pinching her lips into a thin o, she let out a crackling “ooh.” She shook her hips, the cloth wavering then growing tight around her while the sound of fabric ripping against wood permeated through the air. Lowering her face, she tucked her chin beneath her left underarm as she relinquished a second, satisfied gasp of “ooh.”
Suddenly the feather slashed down the centers of her arches, its tip wiggling nefariously. A net of red lightning seized across the entirety of her soles, the threads callously stroking across her flesh. Gritting her teeth, she sucked in a sheet of air and whimpered out a fast, squirrely “tetetetete.” Suddenly her head shot up and her jaw dropped, her face growing bright red. A roar of laughter ripped from her, starting quietly and then searing into a wild torrent that spun through the marshlands like a raging tornado. Her feet wiggled from side to side defiantly, then her right foot flew into the air, her knee bucking back and reclaiming that mound of flesh. Throwing a look over his shoulder, he saw the trees around them shimmy and shift while a distant mound of tall grass animated in an unusual fashion.
At once he spun back and leapt up, recapturing her foot and planting it alongside of the other. Whipping his arm around her feet, he tucked them safely in and began pouring the feather across her, instilling her feet with the feather's arcane properties while punishing them for their ticklish nature. They pointed their toes within the bowls of his sooty cloth, struggling against him and fighting with him, slipping further into the hole from which they came. The robe around his arms gave way, and she curled her feet into tiny, delicate sickles covered in sensitive flesh. Nipping her heels into the fabric, she hid them away as her toes bowed into her flesh while sending wrinkles down her soles like a windswept field of grain. All the while, she howled and screamed, her eyes pinched shut and her golden hair spilling in front of her face, the end curling and spiking outward. The light from the feather sputtered suddenly and she tore her feet from his grasp then tumbled backwards, landing on her back. Her cloak flew upwards then cascaded downward, leaving her bare legs sticking up beyond the stump like a pair of flowers.
Cursing, he spun around and raised his staff as a pair of goblins appeared from within the distant brush. They slogged across the marshlands, dragging clubs larger than their bodies behind them. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the white mage lay her legs across the stump and grasp her knees, pulling herself up. A delirious look trimmed across her mouth as her eyes spun around the clouds before falling upon the foes that descended upon them. Her eyebrows shot up as she caught sight of them and she hopped up, jumping to her feet with a squealch. Her face crumpled and she looked down, her mouth parting as she let out an “ew-ew-ew.” Raising her robes, she gingerly stepped her toes upon small clumps of grass as she circled around the stump, each one betraying her and sinking into a thick puddle of mud that seeped across between her tender skin. Sucking in air with each step, she bit her upper lip and bit off an “ew” before it exited her mouth, the sound rumbling within her throat in the form of a groan. Taking her side next to the black mage, she spread her legs and readied herself for combat.
The beady mist slunk through the air, covertly coiling and whipping at the dankness that it encroached upon. Through bleary vision, the black mage pinched his amber eyes, peering hotly through the debris-like air at the single foe that stood over his fallen comrades. It raised its club and beat it against its chest before bending over and placing a fist at the ground. With thunderous schlucks, it tore through the mud and puddles towards him. A smirk lit itself upon the black mage's hidden lips and he raised his staff, waving the crooked head slightly. A sudden breath of fire blew through the air and over top of the creature, vanquishing it into a cloud of dust with a zorkle-zip.
Closing his eyes and exhaling, the black mage slumped forward, letting his hands drop onto his knees. Bumbling forward, his sight veered viciously as he slumped through the tall grass and thick mud. His gaze grazed the grey, illuminated skies then soared over the fence of decaying, hobbled and leafless trees that bent at awkward angles, reaching for and scrawling at the clouds. His eyes slinked upon her white robes, sullied with the lingering brown fingers of mud.
Stumbling towards her, his legs faltering beneath him, he reached into his sack, feeling at the paltry goods within. His fingers ran over the soft yet firm quill of a single feather. Grimacing, he looked at the soiled armor of his fallen comrades, then back at the face down, white robed figure. With a groan, he withdrew his hand, a bright crimson feather glowing within his hands. The vane glittered with starlight, the gold flecks shining brilliantly, dispelling the fog around it. Raising his shoulders, he quickly shuffled towards the white cloaked figure. There were no other options. Quickly discarding the notion of further monster attacks, he raised the feather above his head.
For a few moments he stood, frozen, waiting. A thick bubble formed in the mud near her, growing and popping with a thick schluck. Off to the right, a frog hopped onto a lichen-littered log whose hollow, front end shifted downward into the mud. The frog croaked once, then leapt unceremoniously into a viscous puddle, shattering its distilled, mirror-like silence. Letting out an exasperated snort, he lowered the feather and sifted through the mud towards her body.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he lifted her up and looked around, his body sinking into the mire with her additional weight. Raising his head towards a nearby stump, he stepped forward with his right leg, then drug her body and his left leg after him. Beneath them, the marshland let out a sinister snicker as they slithered across the waist high grass and over the puddles, towards their destination. Stopping with each step, he exhaled then inhaled, his body slumping then lurching forward.
As he pressed on in his trek, he saw the end of her robe stretch and pull away. Twisting his head around, he peered over top of the navy cloth of his collar and saw her right boot, in its crumbled, leather glory, stretch on further than her left. Groaning, he tugged her shoulder forward and watched as her boot refused to move, instead yawning away from her body. Shaking his head, he grumbled beneath his breath, “they don't pay me enough,” as he clamped his knees downward and threw his shoulders forward. The thunderous sound of leather snapping resounded behind him, and suddenly the white mage's weight blustered forward, sending him backward into the marshlands. Landing with a plump splash, he raised his now soaking wet sleeves and looked to the sky, letting out a long, ghastly groan.
Thrusting his arms into the swamp, he pushed himself upward, his hands slipping away beneath him and his legs sliding straight ahead, casting him back downward. With a growl he twisted onto his side and slapped at the earth, pushing himself upward. Brownish-black clumps dripped from him as he shambled towards her. The thick liquid slipped down the creases of his robe as he grabbed her shoulders and thrust her onto the stump, the pale bare flesh of her foot marred by loose grass and a thick clump of mud that oozed down the side of her foot. Sitting her upright, he stood back and raised his hands towards her as she slowly sagged forward and slumped to her right, her smooth, rounded face bobbing out of his sight. Grumbling incoherently, he felt his eyelids fall into a sneer as he rolled the glowing artifact between his fingers. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her naked foot, the fog roiling around it, giving it an ethereal glow. Bringing a hand into the dark shadows beneath his wide brimmed hat, he pressed his thumb and forefinger beneath his nose, running his gauntleted fingers to the edges of his lips. Perhaps, he thought.
Dropping his hand, he gently scooped up her heel, pinching her bony ankle between his thumb and forefinger. Cradling her foot in his palm, he extended his lower lip and puffed out a breath as he soaked in her view. Sunlight peaked through the musky sky, its rays striking at her backside, illuminating her with a golden glow. The puffy vanilla of her skin stretched and yawned across a deep chasm of an arch, while tiny rivers of lines arched upward before breaking off into tiny deltas that pierced through her flesh. Raising the feather, he gently brushed it against her flesh.
At once the feather beamed and sparked against her skin, casting a small storm of arcing red lightning across her like static electricity. With a quick glance up towards her lifeless shoulders, he sighed and swept the feather around the edge of her foot. As it crested her flesh, the vanes of the feather spread and exhaled a swishing sound while the little sparks of lightning snickered and s******ed like a pile of crumpling twigs. Sweat beaded upon his forehead as she slumped further towards her side, her head hanging nearly perpendicular with the ground while her sparkling golden hair drooped from her hood. Pinching the relic tightly between his fingers, he drafted daft, spiraling circles up the center of her foot with the upper middle of the feather while the tip fell flat against her, lagging behind. Throwing a quick glance over his shoulder, he heard a callous, harrowing breeze rattle the decayed branches of the trees.
A “mmm,” groaned from in front of him. Spinning around, he watched her toes quiver once, their glittering ruby nails pointing towards him ever so briefly. Feverishly spinning the feather upward, he dashed it against her toes. Her hips kicked off to the right in a quick spasm and she began to lift her head, her large, agate eyes peeking open, their color shifting and swirling between pearl and bronze like the mists that faltered around them. A smirk suddenly lit upon her face and she bolted up, sniffing lightly as she tugged her leg towards her, pointing her toes at him. Flicking his hand upwards, he slashed down with the feather and she let out a resplendent, bell-like “tehehe.”
In an instant her hands leapt to her face, covering her mouth while her middle fingers pinched at her nose. With a quick shake, she turned her head down and away, pressing her bubble of a cheek into her shoulder. A cloud of powdery gold glowed in front of her feet as the phoenix down seemed to tug itself towards her skin, its movements becoming frantic and frenzied within his hands as though it became determined to complete its work. With a quick sniff, she let out another gilded “tehehe,” and then inhaled sharply before stamping out a third, tittering “tehehe.” A touch of pink color drizzled along her toes as they wiggled wildly in tune with an unheard drum. Her shoulders hobbled up to where her ears hid behind her hood, and her foot rattled within his hand. Spinning around like a screw, she exposed her back towards him, and her little, quiet voice meekly mewled out, “That's not how you use that!”
With a quick flick of his wrist, he spiraled the feather up her arch in such a way that it lapped up around her, laying against her and slithering up her like a snake. Letting out a squeak, she clasped her fingers into fists, her smile pinching above her thumbs. Lifting her foot away, she quickly huffed out a giggle. Color began to drain from her face, and she wobbled from side to side, a woozy and delirious look spinning in her eyes as her foot plopped back into his palm. Clicking his tongue against his teeth, he lathered the feather against her foot again while muttering out, “you have to take your medicine.”
A shrill harpy-like squeal rippled through her hands as the flushed rosy color returned to her cheeks. As he spun the flat of the feather around the ball of her foot, her toes bent backwards and apart from one another and she whimpered out a pointed and hysterical, “ssteee.” A shiver quaked through her forearms and she raised her head, exposing her neck towards him while her fingers laced down it and a crumpled, elongated “heeeee-heeeee” foamed at her mouth. With a quick nod she snapped forward and stretched her arms out, her hands lacing around her boot as she bent over her knees. As the feather licked across her toes, the tiny threads of lightning leaping between them, she gripped her fingers tightly around her boot.
Her hood slipped over her face, the crimson flames that lined it nipping just above her smiling chin. Near silent, lilting breaths came from behind the thin white cloth that separated them. A sudden sniff came, and her head nodded. Her fingernails scratched against her boot and then tugged the whinnying leather away. A tremble shifted through her arms, sending the tips of the long lengths of cloth that draped from them into the black depths around her as she let the footwear plummet through the air. The defeated guardian fell against the ground suddenly while the long streak of leather whinnied from side to side, slapping at one hand then the other as it slithered through her grasp. It landed with a clump just as her newly bared foot pressed behind the one the feather so lovingly caressed.
Releasing his thumb, he shifted his hand slightly and then pinched around both of her thin ankles at once. The feather darted towards the newly bared flesh with a magnetic grasp as he flourished between both of her arches. At once she shot backwards, her hood flying backward, revealing her smooth, putty like complexion. Her eyes grew wide and took on the musty color of a black pearl just as her jaw grew loose, leaving her mouth wide open. Throwing her arms to her sides, she gripped tightly into the stump and struggled back and forth, floundering upon the deceased tree while lilting out a quick series of robust “Teeheehee”'s.
The left end of his lip rose in a sneer as he looked up towards the dark-orange sky that clung to the mountains like a despondent fog. Tilting his head, he looked at the feather, wondering how much magical energy it had yet to instill into her soles. Closing his eyes and shaking his head, he fanned her flickering toes while lightning rained upon her flesh. The reddish-gold aura around the feather throbbed and pulsed as she let out a saw-like “eeehp.” A quick gasp exited her, and she froze, then jolted to a sharp angle. Her eyes fluttered and her irises rolled upward as her fingers dug into the stump, her arms trembling. Pinching her lips into a thin o, she let out a crackling “ooh.” She shook her hips, the cloth wavering then growing tight around her while the sound of fabric ripping against wood permeated through the air. Lowering her face, she tucked her chin beneath her left underarm as she relinquished a second, satisfied gasp of “ooh.”
Suddenly the feather slashed down the centers of her arches, its tip wiggling nefariously. A net of red lightning seized across the entirety of her soles, the threads callously stroking across her flesh. Gritting her teeth, she sucked in a sheet of air and whimpered out a fast, squirrely “tetetetete.” Suddenly her head shot up and her jaw dropped, her face growing bright red. A roar of laughter ripped from her, starting quietly and then searing into a wild torrent that spun through the marshlands like a raging tornado. Her feet wiggled from side to side defiantly, then her right foot flew into the air, her knee bucking back and reclaiming that mound of flesh. Throwing a look over his shoulder, he saw the trees around them shimmy and shift while a distant mound of tall grass animated in an unusual fashion.
At once he spun back and leapt up, recapturing her foot and planting it alongside of the other. Whipping his arm around her feet, he tucked them safely in and began pouring the feather across her, instilling her feet with the feather's arcane properties while punishing them for their ticklish nature. They pointed their toes within the bowls of his sooty cloth, struggling against him and fighting with him, slipping further into the hole from which they came. The robe around his arms gave way, and she curled her feet into tiny, delicate sickles covered in sensitive flesh. Nipping her heels into the fabric, she hid them away as her toes bowed into her flesh while sending wrinkles down her soles like a windswept field of grain. All the while, she howled and screamed, her eyes pinched shut and her golden hair spilling in front of her face, the end curling and spiking outward. The light from the feather sputtered suddenly and she tore her feet from his grasp then tumbled backwards, landing on her back. Her cloak flew upwards then cascaded downward, leaving her bare legs sticking up beyond the stump like a pair of flowers.
Cursing, he spun around and raised his staff as a pair of goblins appeared from within the distant brush. They slogged across the marshlands, dragging clubs larger than their bodies behind them. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the white mage lay her legs across the stump and grasp her knees, pulling herself up. A delirious look trimmed across her mouth as her eyes spun around the clouds before falling upon the foes that descended upon them. Her eyebrows shot up as she caught sight of them and she hopped up, jumping to her feet with a squealch. Her face crumpled and she looked down, her mouth parting as she let out an “ew-ew-ew.” Raising her robes, she gingerly stepped her toes upon small clumps of grass as she circled around the stump, each one betraying her and sinking into a thick puddle of mud that seeped across between her tender skin. Sucking in air with each step, she bit her upper lip and bit off an “ew” before it exited her mouth, the sound rumbling within her throat in the form of a groan. Taking her side next to the black mage, she spread her legs and readied herself for combat.
