Little story popped into my head this morning. it begs to have pictures, but until I figure out one solid pose to explain it all, words will have to suffice.

Pokkit was a lively little mithra for her short stature, always racing around and backstabbing things for gil and honey. Hers was the life of an adventurer and her lust for shiny things and fame was matched by her great energy to do what needed to be done. Unfortunatly, in a world economy that thrives off the comings and goings of mroe than half the world's poulation being adventurers, its really hard to stand out and Be Somebody.

In Pokkit's lust for notriety, she sought more risky practices of fame and fortune until gettign word of the dangers of Mining and the acts that could befall the unwary when trying to pull a shiny rock from a wall in a monster infested lair. She took her best (skimpy) gear, a sack of picks and headed off to Gusgen mines (upper floors arent that bad) and followed the markings into Movopolis (much worse). She got over confidant with her sneakign skills around the monsters that inhabited the ancient goblin city and forgot to look out for other miners.

On coming across a member of the older, human enslaved, pack beast type Galka, her first thought was to seduce the dumb creature and take the vein for herself. Unfortunatly for her, all the rumors about Galka having tiny brains in over muscled bodies is quite false. Having mroe hormones than a rhinocerous on goofballs however, was not. Pokkit was shortly thrown to the tunnle floor and trapped via galkan sized picks buried deep intot he ground, handles trapping her arms and legs in comprimised position. Pokkit is raveged into unconcioussness.

On waking up, said galka was pulling her out of his mining sack, crudely discussing how the rest of he rlife would be spent in his room, that she would be his play thing, and he'd gladly hurt her if she tried to escape. She was bound and tied to the washbasin of his room when he ws nto home, or to the bed for his pleasure when he was in need of her services or a rest for an evening. Their love makign as brutal and painful for many months before Pokkit had adapted well enough to properly pleasure the Galka's massive size. Over time, the Galka became fond of Pokkit and went easier on his captive, making it fun for both of them. Pokkit came to accep the life and was given mroe freedom over time, and trust with houehold things.

On a rare occassion, Pokkit was alowed to go outside and carry out the Galka's business with Auction House transactions and minor things such as food shopping for when her master returned. The slave gear she was (at first) forced to wear became mroe and mroe comfortable as she was exposed to the people of her master's city and their beleifs and understandings of the way the world worked. She was respected as a galka's slave rather than tormented and teased.

So when another galka approached her on the way back from such a trip, she greeted him as she did all the others and offered snuggles and hugs to the large belly (a custom her master had taught her as a way to make any galka happy). Unfortunatly for Pokkit, she snuggled up to a notorious mass murderer whos latest crimes had not yet been uncovored. This time her ravaging was far mroe serious and her screams fell on def ears in the midway between the market district and the residentials.

It had taken all her strength to get back to the market square where the guards found her and rushed her to the closest medic. There was little they could do, and mutterings of dark magics at work to prevent a proper recovory. Arms and legs seemed to be torn away like pretzel sticks jsut above the knee and elbow joints, and her face appeared to have been clawed at, her lower teeth and half her tongue missing.

She was unable to name her attacker, having never seen him clearly, and now she can do little mroe than grunt and mew and hum and crawl for her master's wishes.

Huh. Unexpected little oddity. I've been having increased requests for more moogle art, with some requests to try my hand at the FFT versions for further amusement.

Have also been remodling Bok to have a little more fur than FFXI allowed for and will be tweaking his body on and off when I get the time until satisfied.

Little funny though, Ravenn was mentioned on a collage radio station on Monday, which surprised the hell out of me. I'll have to doodle his reaction later.

And after havign a few sketches ripped off various other gallery sites because "omgz furry not aloud!" etc, I caved to suggestions to get an AF gallery.

My art isnt 'wow this is friggin fantasitc, I gotta buy this!' but more random doodles and creepy perversions that people keep insisting are 'furry'.

I dont expect any fans, and if you favorite my stuff, you must be loopy in the head! Muahaha! *Cough cough hack*