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Origin of a Black Mage: Lulu (ff10) */f feet
“Oh, she didn't always use magic, you know. Used to be a swordsman, like you. Dunno, just, one day she didn't have her sword, she dressed differently, and she started using magic.”
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Rays of light sprinkled through the clouds and over the mountains behind them, leaving long slants of gold that struck at the wide stretch of dirt that spiraled ahead. Spurts of grass chipped away at the edges of the road before growing in number and swaying out towards the cliff side that rose above the stretch of orange waters. Drawing in a breath, she inhaled the splendors of the earth as she strode gallantly ahead of her comrades Zuke and Wakka, her forearm resting over her sword hilt. As she stepped across the beams of light, she felt the sun burn at her bare shoulders and backside while warming the white band of cloth that wrapped around her breasts and shoulder blades.
Her narrow brown skirt stretched against her skin as she crossed over a little divet in the road. Huffing in an inhale, she slowed momentarily and closed her scarlet eyes. With a swish of her head, she turned and crossed her arms, watching as Wakka bumbled along, his eyes focused entirely on the blitzball he continually slapped into the air. At last he stepped over the divet, his foot sliding backward suddenly as he tumbled forward, his arms spinning out at his sides. Crashing onto his left elbow, he chuckled just before his blitzball crashed through the air, bopping into the back of his head and knocking his face into the ground.
Chuckling, she strode ahead, setting her forearm back onto her sword while she thrust her hand to her hair, slapping her black mane into a wave that bucked off of her shoulder and straight down her back. The sun's white light glistened along her nightshade hair as she set ahead, kicking up a tiny cloud of dirt with each step that smoked out her thin, sandal clad feet. Her night colored nails clutched at the rays of white light so that the obsidian colors sparkled through the clouds of dirt like a moonless night filled to the brim with stars.
Off to the right she watched as a pair of trees, one hoveling beneath the other, swayed back and forth in the delicate wind that swam up the cliff. Ahead, an archaic dome leaned on its side, moss and great spreading vines writhing up the sun-baked clay that formed the structure. All around it grass reached up to chiseled out windows that rose above her head. The tufts and spurts of grass weaved out in blobs from the structure to the tree, forming a dense forest that blocked off the cliffside. Her arm tensed as she walked past the swaying tufts, the sound of her comrades clomping furiously behind her as they sought to catch up.
Raising a hand, she extended her palm towards them then doused all of her fingers, save her index, as she brought it over her lips. The trees grew quiet, and she nodded towards a bush of the tall grass that continued to sway. Carefully drawing her sword from her side, the metal swished quietly against the scabbard and several short statured figures darted from the bush, two rushing to her right and a third yellow streak hobbling to her left.
The monster that crossed in front of them bumbled over the grass, its sickly, bulbous yellow form sloshing like water, its large eyes glowing a bright red. Shoving his left shoulder towards the slow bouncing blob that rounded in front of them, Wakka reeled his blitzball back while raising his left hand and forming a V shape with his fingers. With a sigh, she threw her arm, slapping him in the chest before shaking her head. "Fool," she muttered before kneeling down and hefting up a small rock. Flicking her fingers, she lobbed the rock at the beast, lodging it in his forehead. The rock sunk towards the ground a little before being absorbed by the creature's translucent skin. Raising her chin, she nudged her forehead towards a wolf that clawed a cloud of dirt into the road while pacing behind them. "Focus on that one," she said, raising her curved blade and tilting its tip above her head, "I'll handle this one."
Spinning her blade downward, she held a glare just over the blade as she spread her left leg along the road, scraping at the dirt. The blob bounced into a half puddle, then sprung back up, edging backward before bobbing downward again. Catapulting itself towards her, it thrust the top of its head at her chest. Twisting her blade at an angle, she let the blob ricochet upward as she slashed out, knocking it aside. The blob flew through the air, bouncing off the road then springing onto the grass before rolling between two of the tree sized tufts of grass. Smirking, she leaned forward and swiped her sword to her right side before dashing ahead.
As the wind roared past her ears, she saw light glint off of a small yellow puddle in the road. Huffing as she stepped into it with a sizzling schlorp, she felt her foot grow slightly heavy as she lifted it from the puddle. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she saw the edge of the puddle cut away by rounded edge as the side of her sandal sagged her foot into a lopsided step. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the leaves in the trees begin the barter up and down, then watched as the tips of the grass needled back and forth as she swept past them.
As she skidded to a stop around the bush-like grass, she raised her blade above her head, menacing the jagged clearing. Her eyes darted to the left, then the right, and she caught sight of a glistening trail of slime rounding the grass, streaking towards the dome. Lowering her blade to her side, she knelt down, bringing her free hand in front of her chin as she silently stalked around one tuft of grass. The cliff side poked through the makeshift forest then vanished again as she lifted her legs, slowly pulling her feet from the ground then quickly bringing her knees above her waistline and taking a long step forward before gently setting her foot down, careful to remain silent.
After several long strides she stood before the dome, her eyes spinning back and forth as she crossed around the edge, the road vanishing from her sight like a puff of smoke rejoining the air around it. All around her, the tall grass waved and weaved, a symphony of leafy vegetation dulling her senses. Standing straight, she huffed out exasperation while thrusting her left arm down to her right bicep, rubbing at it while twisting her head around.
The sound of grass crashing came from behind her. Compressing her stomach, she threw her right leg out and raised her sword above her head as she spun on the ground. A streak of gold glittered through the air, the beasts crimson eyes narrowing as she spun her sword in her hand, slashing her arm down and bashing the back of her blade where the creature's skull should have been. Her blade clattered heavily against the ground, and the creature melted into a long stretching puddle of yellow that seeped towards her.
Leaping a half step backward, she threw her arm to her side, slashing at the air and pointing the blade towards the dome before flourishing it in front of herself. In a quick spin, she clinked the blade away at her side as she stood straight, dusting her hands as she pushed her her heels upward as she looked through a bush, towards where the road should be.
A sensation trickled against the side of her foot, dripping against her like a touch of honey. Sniffing, she lifted her foot away, feeling it grow light as air whisked around her sole. A schlorp rang through the air and she looked down, watching her sandal snap towards the yellow puddle, landing against the grass beneath with a crack of lightning. The ooze continued to spread, and her sandal sunk beneath the bulbous waves as she brought her foot downward, the soft grass nuzzling between her toes. At the center of the puddle, the creature's face reformed, malice glittering in its eyes.
The blob bounded up, long and flat, reaching a full head above her as it crashed towards it. Throwing her arms in front of her, she leaned to her side and kicked against the ground, flying through the air just as the elemental of mucus crashed downwards, drops spraying across her calves before the heavy, sticky material wrapped around them. Her leg was pulled behind her, and she somersaulted towards the ground with a thud, her arms out at her sides. Warmth gripped at her wrists. Lifting her head, she saw her wrists sparkling with the twitching, twinkling creature's skin. A thud landed against the bottom of her remaining sandal and she inhaled sharply, tugging with her right arm as she spun onto her side. Her arm lifted away, then snapped back against the ground with a rubbery smack. Glaring at the bracelets, she balled her fingers into fists and tugged, the material adhering to the grass as a feather like sensation grazed against her heel. With a glance downward, she watched a glob of yellow suck away at the thin strap of leather, slowly absorbing it into the creature.
The tip of the sandal seared against her skin, striking at her in a seductive, nefarious away. Mirth traced around her lips, and she stifled a surprised giggle, pinching her eyes to narrow slits. The blob twitched and writhed, seemingly bouncing in place as ripples formed along the great puddle as her sandal slowly floated into the creature, striking up her foot. Shirking her head, she felt her hair spray against her backside as her guardian titillated her toes. With a roll of her shoulder blades, she shook her hip, pulling herself free of her footwear as she brought her knee beneath her torso.
At once the blob responded and she felt its warm, jelly like flesh wrap around her ankle, snapping it back into the depths of the slime. Immediately she felt sensation soak against her skin as the creature's flesh jiggled and rippled against her. Her eyelids grew wide, and she opened her mouth to shriek out a sudden laugh while sensation overcame her long, curved foot. Just as she did, she heard a suckling pbsst as yellow streaked past her. The creature's face grinned before her, and she felt the honey like substance trickle over her mouth, clamping her jaw shut.
Her foot trembled within the slime as a searing itch pressed into skin, dousing her with agony while the sludge rippled over her, sailing across the wrinkles frozen in her skin. With all of her might she attempted to spread her toes apart, her leg pulsing against the ground as her digits slowly spread apart, then snapped back together. The face before her grinned and let out a low rumble of a chuckle and she felt her the tips of her toes pressed downward, preventing them from rebelling.
Taking in a long inhale of the earthly scents beneath her, her breath doubled, then tripled in pace as a single sensation dashed up her arch. Twisting her head away from her captor, she clamped her eyes shut, a muffled squeal rolling along her tongue as the finger-like sensation traipsed a circle in the center of her immovable foot, then swept down towards her heel. Bucking her knees against the ground, she thrust the toes of her free foot into the dirt, clawing a small tuft of grass between her toes as she thrust her heel into the air. A great huff blustered through her nose as she stilled her stomach, dampening the girlish sounds that clawed at her insides.
The creature grimaced and grit his teeth. In a heartbeat she felt two more stiff sensations circle around her, the first zigzagging all from the edge of her foot, beneath her pinky toe, down to her arch before writhing sharp arcs along the center of her foot. The second, meanwhile, gently caressed a wrinkle that wrapped up from her heel towards the highest point of her arch, while the third doggedly stroked at the base of her heel, cresting off of her foot momentarily before magically appearing just above her heel again and again. Shirking her shoulders back and forth, she attempted to wiggle her foot to the right though her prison denied her even this luxury. As she danced about on the ground, kicking up a thin cloud of smoke, she cursed the pyreflies of the individual that formed this creature and the life that person had lived.
Warmth gripped at the top of her free foot and her eyes flew wide open. The sensations rolled over the tips of her toes, and a pressure stepped into her nails. In a swift motion her foot was tucked downward, stuck to the ground. Pointing and spinning her toes, she lifted her foot up as best she could as her ankle refused to cooperate, yet the comfort of the honey-like substance soothed her, drawing her back downward immediately. Just as the syrupy goo oozed up between her toes, corrupting them with the blazing itching that raged across her other foot, she felt spikes sink into her captured foot.
Her eyes went wide and a howl tore through her throat while winds rampaged within her lungs. Several fang-like sensations spun around the outline of her foot, gnawing and biting into her without puncturing her skin. Her body grew taut like a string stretched to its limits, each touch to her foot sending vibrations that chipped away at the core of her being. It felt as though many ghostly hands lightly ran their fingers over the backs of her hips and her shoulder blades. Her muscles grew tense and she began thrashing her shoulders on the ground. Twistingabout wildly, kicking up several blades of grass while she shoved her chin towards her left armpit, covering her nose with her shoulder as she pressed her eyes shut tighter than before. For a brief moment she was glad to be alone as the others would surely mock her for her sensitivity.
The beast continued to coo and chuckle while more sensations bounded across her bound foot. In her mind, she could see its hungry eyes glazed over by a mischievous light as it stared at her, watching her splutter and suffer. Long, saw like entities formed, serrating across her like feathers plucked from a devil's wing. The touches spilled over each other, flaying across each of her toes then coming together and spinning into a hurricane at her heel before slicing upward again and twisting around the edges of her toes. Each of the fangs bit into her at differing intervals while simultaneously dragging their pointed ends along the edges of her foot. Even the original fingers grew more dastardly, spinning tiny circles into their erratic movements.
Laughter freely rolled from her lips, sticking into the slime that dripped from her mouth and down her neck. Peeking her eyes open, her eyelids rolled upward into half crescents while the puddle grew around the edges of her free foot, locking it in place. She could feel a trail of slime crawl up the side of her foot, slowly wrapping up the back of her heel before dripping a long blob that rolled around the outer edge of her heel, spinning down the center of her foot and rolling to the middle of her arch. As the trail spread out she felt spikes of agony press into her, searing her with their otherworldly itch.
Before long the puddle rose above her toes, seeping onto the space beneath them. Almost immediately she felt the fangs begin to gnaw at her, biting and chomping away at her. Rolling her head back, a muffled screech soared through her as she rocked her torso up and down while assuring herself that her comrades would locate her soon. Her eyes began to dart wildly over the limited view she had, knowing that at any moment her comrades would round a tuft of grass and locate her. Blustering out wild breaths of air through her nostrils, she shook her head, her hair falling over her eyes. Hurry up, she thought to herself as she dug her fingers into the ground, no longer caring about her appearance of the state they would find her in.
Dashing her eyes down, she felt tears form in her eyes as the sludge grew over her arch while a hundred sand-papery sensations licked away at her foot. Swaying her hips, her eyes locked onto her footwear floating within the blob's mass. With a sniff, she cursed the sandals for failing in their only job. She recalled a woman on the road many days before that had passed them on the road; she had worn a long black dress and high reaching leather boots despite the sweltering heat and the sweat that lined her face. Jealousy gripped into her heart like the icy fangs of the night as she thought upon how safe that woman's body was, garbed in such a way. A symphony of the buzzing saws screeched into the centers of both of her feet, their blades spinning wild circles around her. Clamping her eyes shut, she extended her head upward, damning the curse of sensitivity bequeathed to her by her mother.
Flopping about, she felt the slime ooze over her heel, firmly locking her in place while the warmth spread beneath her knees, quickly spreading beneath her hips. Puffing, she brought her head down then heard a voice. Her ears perked up, and she lifted her head, a muffled cry for help battering against her throat. The tail end of a sentence pricked at her ears, and she felt her heart grow icy as the words scrawled into her mind again and again. The beast leaned forward, cackling hotly into her ear as she felt Wakka's voice scratch at the center of her back, "-Must have gone ahead."
The words rolled through her over and over and she felt her wrists tremble in the ground while her muscles grew lax. As though invigorated by the resignation, she felt the beast's torment triple in scope as tiny fangs nipped on each side of the thick wrinkles that sprawled across her soles. Thrusting her forehead into the ground, she slammed her eyes shut and howled out a muffled screech that would shocked a banshee to the farplane.
With what little clarity she could rally together, she found herself thinking a flurry of awful things about the being that existed and died, leaving his or her pyreflies to birth the beast that tormented her. As she flailed back and forth, the puddle wrapping around her ribs and sending tendrils towards her arms, calling them to her sides, she swore against the many warriors that had not felled this beast before, and the many summoners that had not sent it to the farplane. A sound like rubbery water boinged, and she felt the warm jelly form a cocoon around her body, her hair pulling at her scalp as it pressed into her back.
She floated above the ground, constantly sinking and soaring upwards within her pod. Wobbling up and down, she pushed with her ankles and her shoulders, arching her back only to have the jelly counter, spraying her upward. She wiggled back and forth, floating and flopping within her encasement like a slow moving fish caught in thick water. The small of her back began to tingle and she inhaled sharply, pulling her head up. Wind-chime like sensations reminiscent of a calm sea trickled across her backside, beleaguering her with a warm, gooey pleasantness that pulsed at her stomach despite the hurricane that tore against her feet. As though her feet were wrapped across by chains, she felt them sink, her toes wiggling slightly within the thick muck as the terrible touches that rained against them tripled.
Overcome with a cacophony of sensation, she clamped her teeth and silently shrieked into her gag at the abundance of feeling that poured over her. The tingling at her back sparked, igniting as thousands of soft feathers brushed and stroked along her, swirling up and around the back of her neck. Goosebumps formed on the back of her neck and she shivered slightly as the concoction of pleasure and torment sent her mind spiraling out of control. For a brief moment she felt herself relax, turning her head and resting it on the ground as though she were being lulled to sleep.
The thought of enjoying her torture for even a moment sent shivers down her spine. As though aware of her inner thoughts, a cackle rolled from the grinning face of the sludge. Curling her toes, she felt them punished for their movement as a hundred tiny arrows glanced against them before turning into slithering snakes that lambasted her for her audacity. The spikes that gnawed at her wrinkles vibrated briefly, and she spread her eyes, howling.
An orange haze swept over her and she glanced ahead, looking at the grasping shadows of a tuft as the swiped at her cheek. Thrusting her hips downward, she writhed again, feeling a soft appendage press into her abdomen while the feathers on her neck and back cooed against her skin, nuzzling her. Panting out muffled giggles, she felt her eyes dart around, a ray of light glinting off the hilt of her blade at her side while her sandals sifted and floated within the thick jelly, painstakingly near her feet. The glint of light that sprayed from her sword swept along the edge of the nearby dome, swiping across some archaic characters.
Squinting through the shadows, she saw some distant words blocked by darkness. Though agony and madness swirled through her throat, taking on colorful and mirthful hues, she twitched body ever so slightly, spraying the characters with the light that twinkled from her hilt. With all of her focus she pressed her arms tightly into her sides, holding the light over the characters while they lit up, smoldering a bright orange and giving off a touch of smoke. Nodding, she felt the slime ruffle at her earlobes with a touch so light she thought she might have imagined it. Slowly, she calmed her breathing, her eyes glossing over as she felt her tongue flap within her mouth, muttering words that felt ingrained within her.
A bolt of lightning struck the beasts face, blinding her momentarily with its white light. Past the screen of light she felt herself thump against the ground as the jelly split away from her, releasing her and vanishing into the grass. Blinking several times, she cast off the blindfold, her eyes rolling over the darkening terrain as the sun drifted beneath the cliff side. Shakily drawing her arms beneath her, she slowly pushed herself up, her exhausted body limply following her orders. Drawing her knees beneath her, she sat up, shaking her head and scattering her hair, globules of muck spraying around her as she drew in a deep, full breath.
With a thick exhale, she smoked out satisfaction at her victory while setting her right hand onto her left shoulder, kneading into it. Her eyelids drifted over her eyes, barely standing open enough that she could see through the long weaving shadows that wrapped around her. Despite the ghostly agony that continued to dog at her, she felt a bright aura of contentment floating around her. Though her cheeks ached, she let a tired smile steal across her lips as she stood up in the slightly damp grass.
Crossing her arms, she glared down at her drenched footwear, thick puddles of slime sifting in the imprints where her feet belonged. As she poked at her right sandal, turning it over, the sun's dying light sparked against her sword hilt before spraying onto the monument. Turning her head onto her right shoulder, she glanced at the ancient characters, then back at her sword. Withdrawing the blade, she thrust it into the ground then flipped her shoe back over, the sludge in it jostling back and forth. With a sigh she thrust her foot into it, feeling the goop cling to her and while a squelch resounded between her toes. As she shifted her weight onto it and tucked her other foot into the remaining sandal, she felt the foot she stood on glimmer with the many vibrating, sawing fangs and feathers from before. Leaping off of it, she set onto her other foot as the sticky substance clung to her, the sensations berating that foot. Cowering forward, she drew her hands to her face, digging her fingers just above her jawline and covering her mouth as she stifled a giggle. Stepping forward with her right foot, she felt the sensations prickle and tingle, biting into her. Taking another stride forward, the tickling agonies set into her other foot, vanishing from the former as she lifted away from the ground. Continuing on, she took short steps, her head bowed as she giggled beneath the rising moon, hurrying around the structure and weaving down the road, towards swaying firelight rolling about on the horizon.
“Oh, she didn't always use magic, you know. Used to be a swordsman, like you. Dunno, just, one day she didn't have her sword, she dressed differently, and she started using magic.”
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Rays of light sprinkled through the clouds and over the mountains behind them, leaving long slants of gold that struck at the wide stretch of dirt that spiraled ahead. Spurts of grass chipped away at the edges of the road before growing in number and swaying out towards the cliff side that rose above the stretch of orange waters. Drawing in a breath, she inhaled the splendors of the earth as she strode gallantly ahead of her comrades Zuke and Wakka, her forearm resting over her sword hilt. As she stepped across the beams of light, she felt the sun burn at her bare shoulders and backside while warming the white band of cloth that wrapped around her breasts and shoulder blades.
Her narrow brown skirt stretched against her skin as she crossed over a little divet in the road. Huffing in an inhale, she slowed momentarily and closed her scarlet eyes. With a swish of her head, she turned and crossed her arms, watching as Wakka bumbled along, his eyes focused entirely on the blitzball he continually slapped into the air. At last he stepped over the divet, his foot sliding backward suddenly as he tumbled forward, his arms spinning out at his sides. Crashing onto his left elbow, he chuckled just before his blitzball crashed through the air, bopping into the back of his head and knocking his face into the ground.
Chuckling, she strode ahead, setting her forearm back onto her sword while she thrust her hand to her hair, slapping her black mane into a wave that bucked off of her shoulder and straight down her back. The sun's white light glistened along her nightshade hair as she set ahead, kicking up a tiny cloud of dirt with each step that smoked out her thin, sandal clad feet. Her night colored nails clutched at the rays of white light so that the obsidian colors sparkled through the clouds of dirt like a moonless night filled to the brim with stars.
Off to the right she watched as a pair of trees, one hoveling beneath the other, swayed back and forth in the delicate wind that swam up the cliff. Ahead, an archaic dome leaned on its side, moss and great spreading vines writhing up the sun-baked clay that formed the structure. All around it grass reached up to chiseled out windows that rose above her head. The tufts and spurts of grass weaved out in blobs from the structure to the tree, forming a dense forest that blocked off the cliffside. Her arm tensed as she walked past the swaying tufts, the sound of her comrades clomping furiously behind her as they sought to catch up.
Raising a hand, she extended her palm towards them then doused all of her fingers, save her index, as she brought it over her lips. The trees grew quiet, and she nodded towards a bush of the tall grass that continued to sway. Carefully drawing her sword from her side, the metal swished quietly against the scabbard and several short statured figures darted from the bush, two rushing to her right and a third yellow streak hobbling to her left.
The monster that crossed in front of them bumbled over the grass, its sickly, bulbous yellow form sloshing like water, its large eyes glowing a bright red. Shoving his left shoulder towards the slow bouncing blob that rounded in front of them, Wakka reeled his blitzball back while raising his left hand and forming a V shape with his fingers. With a sigh, she threw her arm, slapping him in the chest before shaking her head. "Fool," she muttered before kneeling down and hefting up a small rock. Flicking her fingers, she lobbed the rock at the beast, lodging it in his forehead. The rock sunk towards the ground a little before being absorbed by the creature's translucent skin. Raising her chin, she nudged her forehead towards a wolf that clawed a cloud of dirt into the road while pacing behind them. "Focus on that one," she said, raising her curved blade and tilting its tip above her head, "I'll handle this one."
Spinning her blade downward, she held a glare just over the blade as she spread her left leg along the road, scraping at the dirt. The blob bounced into a half puddle, then sprung back up, edging backward before bobbing downward again. Catapulting itself towards her, it thrust the top of its head at her chest. Twisting her blade at an angle, she let the blob ricochet upward as she slashed out, knocking it aside. The blob flew through the air, bouncing off the road then springing onto the grass before rolling between two of the tree sized tufts of grass. Smirking, she leaned forward and swiped her sword to her right side before dashing ahead.
As the wind roared past her ears, she saw light glint off of a small yellow puddle in the road. Huffing as she stepped into it with a sizzling schlorp, she felt her foot grow slightly heavy as she lifted it from the puddle. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she saw the edge of the puddle cut away by rounded edge as the side of her sandal sagged her foot into a lopsided step. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the leaves in the trees begin the barter up and down, then watched as the tips of the grass needled back and forth as she swept past them.
As she skidded to a stop around the bush-like grass, she raised her blade above her head, menacing the jagged clearing. Her eyes darted to the left, then the right, and she caught sight of a glistening trail of slime rounding the grass, streaking towards the dome. Lowering her blade to her side, she knelt down, bringing her free hand in front of her chin as she silently stalked around one tuft of grass. The cliff side poked through the makeshift forest then vanished again as she lifted her legs, slowly pulling her feet from the ground then quickly bringing her knees above her waistline and taking a long step forward before gently setting her foot down, careful to remain silent.
After several long strides she stood before the dome, her eyes spinning back and forth as she crossed around the edge, the road vanishing from her sight like a puff of smoke rejoining the air around it. All around her, the tall grass waved and weaved, a symphony of leafy vegetation dulling her senses. Standing straight, she huffed out exasperation while thrusting her left arm down to her right bicep, rubbing at it while twisting her head around.
The sound of grass crashing came from behind her. Compressing her stomach, she threw her right leg out and raised her sword above her head as she spun on the ground. A streak of gold glittered through the air, the beasts crimson eyes narrowing as she spun her sword in her hand, slashing her arm down and bashing the back of her blade where the creature's skull should have been. Her blade clattered heavily against the ground, and the creature melted into a long stretching puddle of yellow that seeped towards her.
Leaping a half step backward, she threw her arm to her side, slashing at the air and pointing the blade towards the dome before flourishing it in front of herself. In a quick spin, she clinked the blade away at her side as she stood straight, dusting her hands as she pushed her her heels upward as she looked through a bush, towards where the road should be.
A sensation trickled against the side of her foot, dripping against her like a touch of honey. Sniffing, she lifted her foot away, feeling it grow light as air whisked around her sole. A schlorp rang through the air and she looked down, watching her sandal snap towards the yellow puddle, landing against the grass beneath with a crack of lightning. The ooze continued to spread, and her sandal sunk beneath the bulbous waves as she brought her foot downward, the soft grass nuzzling between her toes. At the center of the puddle, the creature's face reformed, malice glittering in its eyes.
The blob bounded up, long and flat, reaching a full head above her as it crashed towards it. Throwing her arms in front of her, she leaned to her side and kicked against the ground, flying through the air just as the elemental of mucus crashed downwards, drops spraying across her calves before the heavy, sticky material wrapped around them. Her leg was pulled behind her, and she somersaulted towards the ground with a thud, her arms out at her sides. Warmth gripped at her wrists. Lifting her head, she saw her wrists sparkling with the twitching, twinkling creature's skin. A thud landed against the bottom of her remaining sandal and she inhaled sharply, tugging with her right arm as she spun onto her side. Her arm lifted away, then snapped back against the ground with a rubbery smack. Glaring at the bracelets, she balled her fingers into fists and tugged, the material adhering to the grass as a feather like sensation grazed against her heel. With a glance downward, she watched a glob of yellow suck away at the thin strap of leather, slowly absorbing it into the creature.
The tip of the sandal seared against her skin, striking at her in a seductive, nefarious away. Mirth traced around her lips, and she stifled a surprised giggle, pinching her eyes to narrow slits. The blob twitched and writhed, seemingly bouncing in place as ripples formed along the great puddle as her sandal slowly floated into the creature, striking up her foot. Shirking her head, she felt her hair spray against her backside as her guardian titillated her toes. With a roll of her shoulder blades, she shook her hip, pulling herself free of her footwear as she brought her knee beneath her torso.
At once the blob responded and she felt its warm, jelly like flesh wrap around her ankle, snapping it back into the depths of the slime. Immediately she felt sensation soak against her skin as the creature's flesh jiggled and rippled against her. Her eyelids grew wide, and she opened her mouth to shriek out a sudden laugh while sensation overcame her long, curved foot. Just as she did, she heard a suckling pbsst as yellow streaked past her. The creature's face grinned before her, and she felt the honey like substance trickle over her mouth, clamping her jaw shut.
Her foot trembled within the slime as a searing itch pressed into skin, dousing her with agony while the sludge rippled over her, sailing across the wrinkles frozen in her skin. With all of her might she attempted to spread her toes apart, her leg pulsing against the ground as her digits slowly spread apart, then snapped back together. The face before her grinned and let out a low rumble of a chuckle and she felt her the tips of her toes pressed downward, preventing them from rebelling.
Taking in a long inhale of the earthly scents beneath her, her breath doubled, then tripled in pace as a single sensation dashed up her arch. Twisting her head away from her captor, she clamped her eyes shut, a muffled squeal rolling along her tongue as the finger-like sensation traipsed a circle in the center of her immovable foot, then swept down towards her heel. Bucking her knees against the ground, she thrust the toes of her free foot into the dirt, clawing a small tuft of grass between her toes as she thrust her heel into the air. A great huff blustered through her nose as she stilled her stomach, dampening the girlish sounds that clawed at her insides.
The creature grimaced and grit his teeth. In a heartbeat she felt two more stiff sensations circle around her, the first zigzagging all from the edge of her foot, beneath her pinky toe, down to her arch before writhing sharp arcs along the center of her foot. The second, meanwhile, gently caressed a wrinkle that wrapped up from her heel towards the highest point of her arch, while the third doggedly stroked at the base of her heel, cresting off of her foot momentarily before magically appearing just above her heel again and again. Shirking her shoulders back and forth, she attempted to wiggle her foot to the right though her prison denied her even this luxury. As she danced about on the ground, kicking up a thin cloud of smoke, she cursed the pyreflies of the individual that formed this creature and the life that person had lived.
Warmth gripped at the top of her free foot and her eyes flew wide open. The sensations rolled over the tips of her toes, and a pressure stepped into her nails. In a swift motion her foot was tucked downward, stuck to the ground. Pointing and spinning her toes, she lifted her foot up as best she could as her ankle refused to cooperate, yet the comfort of the honey-like substance soothed her, drawing her back downward immediately. Just as the syrupy goo oozed up between her toes, corrupting them with the blazing itching that raged across her other foot, she felt spikes sink into her captured foot.
Her eyes went wide and a howl tore through her throat while winds rampaged within her lungs. Several fang-like sensations spun around the outline of her foot, gnawing and biting into her without puncturing her skin. Her body grew taut like a string stretched to its limits, each touch to her foot sending vibrations that chipped away at the core of her being. It felt as though many ghostly hands lightly ran their fingers over the backs of her hips and her shoulder blades. Her muscles grew tense and she began thrashing her shoulders on the ground. Twistingabout wildly, kicking up several blades of grass while she shoved her chin towards her left armpit, covering her nose with her shoulder as she pressed her eyes shut tighter than before. For a brief moment she was glad to be alone as the others would surely mock her for her sensitivity.
The beast continued to coo and chuckle while more sensations bounded across her bound foot. In her mind, she could see its hungry eyes glazed over by a mischievous light as it stared at her, watching her splutter and suffer. Long, saw like entities formed, serrating across her like feathers plucked from a devil's wing. The touches spilled over each other, flaying across each of her toes then coming together and spinning into a hurricane at her heel before slicing upward again and twisting around the edges of her toes. Each of the fangs bit into her at differing intervals while simultaneously dragging their pointed ends along the edges of her foot. Even the original fingers grew more dastardly, spinning tiny circles into their erratic movements.
Laughter freely rolled from her lips, sticking into the slime that dripped from her mouth and down her neck. Peeking her eyes open, her eyelids rolled upward into half crescents while the puddle grew around the edges of her free foot, locking it in place. She could feel a trail of slime crawl up the side of her foot, slowly wrapping up the back of her heel before dripping a long blob that rolled around the outer edge of her heel, spinning down the center of her foot and rolling to the middle of her arch. As the trail spread out she felt spikes of agony press into her, searing her with their otherworldly itch.
Before long the puddle rose above her toes, seeping onto the space beneath them. Almost immediately she felt the fangs begin to gnaw at her, biting and chomping away at her. Rolling her head back, a muffled screech soared through her as she rocked her torso up and down while assuring herself that her comrades would locate her soon. Her eyes began to dart wildly over the limited view she had, knowing that at any moment her comrades would round a tuft of grass and locate her. Blustering out wild breaths of air through her nostrils, she shook her head, her hair falling over her eyes. Hurry up, she thought to herself as she dug her fingers into the ground, no longer caring about her appearance of the state they would find her in.
Dashing her eyes down, she felt tears form in her eyes as the sludge grew over her arch while a hundred sand-papery sensations licked away at her foot. Swaying her hips, her eyes locked onto her footwear floating within the blob's mass. With a sniff, she cursed the sandals for failing in their only job. She recalled a woman on the road many days before that had passed them on the road; she had worn a long black dress and high reaching leather boots despite the sweltering heat and the sweat that lined her face. Jealousy gripped into her heart like the icy fangs of the night as she thought upon how safe that woman's body was, garbed in such a way. A symphony of the buzzing saws screeched into the centers of both of her feet, their blades spinning wild circles around her. Clamping her eyes shut, she extended her head upward, damning the curse of sensitivity bequeathed to her by her mother.
Flopping about, she felt the slime ooze over her heel, firmly locking her in place while the warmth spread beneath her knees, quickly spreading beneath her hips. Puffing, she brought her head down then heard a voice. Her ears perked up, and she lifted her head, a muffled cry for help battering against her throat. The tail end of a sentence pricked at her ears, and she felt her heart grow icy as the words scrawled into her mind again and again. The beast leaned forward, cackling hotly into her ear as she felt Wakka's voice scratch at the center of her back, "-Must have gone ahead."
The words rolled through her over and over and she felt her wrists tremble in the ground while her muscles grew lax. As though invigorated by the resignation, she felt the beast's torment triple in scope as tiny fangs nipped on each side of the thick wrinkles that sprawled across her soles. Thrusting her forehead into the ground, she slammed her eyes shut and howled out a muffled screech that would shocked a banshee to the farplane.
With what little clarity she could rally together, she found herself thinking a flurry of awful things about the being that existed and died, leaving his or her pyreflies to birth the beast that tormented her. As she flailed back and forth, the puddle wrapping around her ribs and sending tendrils towards her arms, calling them to her sides, she swore against the many warriors that had not felled this beast before, and the many summoners that had not sent it to the farplane. A sound like rubbery water boinged, and she felt the warm jelly form a cocoon around her body, her hair pulling at her scalp as it pressed into her back.
She floated above the ground, constantly sinking and soaring upwards within her pod. Wobbling up and down, she pushed with her ankles and her shoulders, arching her back only to have the jelly counter, spraying her upward. She wiggled back and forth, floating and flopping within her encasement like a slow moving fish caught in thick water. The small of her back began to tingle and she inhaled sharply, pulling her head up. Wind-chime like sensations reminiscent of a calm sea trickled across her backside, beleaguering her with a warm, gooey pleasantness that pulsed at her stomach despite the hurricane that tore against her feet. As though her feet were wrapped across by chains, she felt them sink, her toes wiggling slightly within the thick muck as the terrible touches that rained against them tripled.
Overcome with a cacophony of sensation, she clamped her teeth and silently shrieked into her gag at the abundance of feeling that poured over her. The tingling at her back sparked, igniting as thousands of soft feathers brushed and stroked along her, swirling up and around the back of her neck. Goosebumps formed on the back of her neck and she shivered slightly as the concoction of pleasure and torment sent her mind spiraling out of control. For a brief moment she felt herself relax, turning her head and resting it on the ground as though she were being lulled to sleep.
The thought of enjoying her torture for even a moment sent shivers down her spine. As though aware of her inner thoughts, a cackle rolled from the grinning face of the sludge. Curling her toes, she felt them punished for their movement as a hundred tiny arrows glanced against them before turning into slithering snakes that lambasted her for her audacity. The spikes that gnawed at her wrinkles vibrated briefly, and she spread her eyes, howling.
An orange haze swept over her and she glanced ahead, looking at the grasping shadows of a tuft as the swiped at her cheek. Thrusting her hips downward, she writhed again, feeling a soft appendage press into her abdomen while the feathers on her neck and back cooed against her skin, nuzzling her. Panting out muffled giggles, she felt her eyes dart around, a ray of light glinting off the hilt of her blade at her side while her sandals sifted and floated within the thick jelly, painstakingly near her feet. The glint of light that sprayed from her sword swept along the edge of the nearby dome, swiping across some archaic characters.
Squinting through the shadows, she saw some distant words blocked by darkness. Though agony and madness swirled through her throat, taking on colorful and mirthful hues, she twitched body ever so slightly, spraying the characters with the light that twinkled from her hilt. With all of her focus she pressed her arms tightly into her sides, holding the light over the characters while they lit up, smoldering a bright orange and giving off a touch of smoke. Nodding, she felt the slime ruffle at her earlobes with a touch so light she thought she might have imagined it. Slowly, she calmed her breathing, her eyes glossing over as she felt her tongue flap within her mouth, muttering words that felt ingrained within her.
A bolt of lightning struck the beasts face, blinding her momentarily with its white light. Past the screen of light she felt herself thump against the ground as the jelly split away from her, releasing her and vanishing into the grass. Blinking several times, she cast off the blindfold, her eyes rolling over the darkening terrain as the sun drifted beneath the cliff side. Shakily drawing her arms beneath her, she slowly pushed herself up, her exhausted body limply following her orders. Drawing her knees beneath her, she sat up, shaking her head and scattering her hair, globules of muck spraying around her as she drew in a deep, full breath.
With a thick exhale, she smoked out satisfaction at her victory while setting her right hand onto her left shoulder, kneading into it. Her eyelids drifted over her eyes, barely standing open enough that she could see through the long weaving shadows that wrapped around her. Despite the ghostly agony that continued to dog at her, she felt a bright aura of contentment floating around her. Though her cheeks ached, she let a tired smile steal across her lips as she stood up in the slightly damp grass.
Crossing her arms, she glared down at her drenched footwear, thick puddles of slime sifting in the imprints where her feet belonged. As she poked at her right sandal, turning it over, the sun's dying light sparked against her sword hilt before spraying onto the monument. Turning her head onto her right shoulder, she glanced at the ancient characters, then back at her sword. Withdrawing the blade, she thrust it into the ground then flipped her shoe back over, the sludge in it jostling back and forth. With a sigh she thrust her foot into it, feeling the goop cling to her and while a squelch resounded between her toes. As she shifted her weight onto it and tucked her other foot into the remaining sandal, she felt the foot she stood on glimmer with the many vibrating, sawing fangs and feathers from before. Leaping off of it, she set onto her other foot as the sticky substance clung to her, the sensations berating that foot. Cowering forward, she drew her hands to her face, digging her fingers just above her jawline and covering her mouth as she stifled a giggle. Stepping forward with her right foot, she felt the sensations prickle and tingle, biting into her. Taking another stride forward, the tickling agonies set into her other foot, vanishing from the former as she lifted away from the ground. Continuing on, she took short steps, her head bowed as she giggled beneath the rising moon, hurrying around the structure and weaving down the road, towards swaying firelight rolling about on the horizon.
