“BRACE! BRAAAACE!” A chorus of screams as the massive, dangerous world rumbled around them again – more aggressive and deadly than even the strongest waves on the sea could be. But they were no sailors fighting against nature itself, no – the subject of their troubles was—
“S-sir! He’s moving agai—”
”MMMMNNN…” The world was assaulted by the soft, snoozing noises of the lazy, slacker owlin who was somehow scoring the top grades in class. Professor Aldhart had to admit the boy frustrated him somewhat – so clearly capable yet so... unwilling to apply it! In some ways seeing the vast display of powerful magic excited the professor – so young and already exploring and enhancing classic transmutation spells? The academic part of him couldn’t help but admire it.
However, the practical part was despairing that him and the rest of the class found themselves the unwitting experimentees of it. Shrunken down utterly tiny and stranded across the bird’s feet? How could this get any worse?
As if to mock him, the sleeping bird’s beak twitched and with a slow, clumsy gesture lifted his other foot…
“S-STUDENTS! TAKE COVER!” Throwing up one of the strongest shield spells he could, Professor Aldhart watched in horror as Finn’s talons lightly itched at the vast black world that was his resting feet. The sharp claws assaulted the lands like a god dishing out its divine wrath – students were forced to take cover in the deep wrinkles spread out across the land. The fact that the bird’s foot was now their land only made the fear and shame even worse.
In the span of a single hour, their best efforts had amounted to giving the bird a light itch. Gods help them – Aldhart had nearly burnt through all his pool of magic. If they were still stranded here when the lazy owlin finally awoke from his nap, then what would happen to them…?
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A wonderful commission done by
Flodrow that was a gift from
JordilianVector of my owlin lad, Finn! He spends a lot of time in bed so after a spell experiment gone wrong it figures that it would be where most of those unfortunate souls ended up. Hopefully he can rescue them in time…
“S-sir! He’s moving agai—”
”MMMMNNN…” The world was assaulted by the soft, snoozing noises of the lazy, slacker owlin who was somehow scoring the top grades in class. Professor Aldhart had to admit the boy frustrated him somewhat – so clearly capable yet so... unwilling to apply it! In some ways seeing the vast display of powerful magic excited the professor – so young and already exploring and enhancing classic transmutation spells? The academic part of him couldn’t help but admire it.
However, the practical part was despairing that him and the rest of the class found themselves the unwitting experimentees of it. Shrunken down utterly tiny and stranded across the bird’s feet? How could this get any worse?
As if to mock him, the sleeping bird’s beak twitched and with a slow, clumsy gesture lifted his other foot…
“S-STUDENTS! TAKE COVER!” Throwing up one of the strongest shield spells he could, Professor Aldhart watched in horror as Finn’s talons lightly itched at the vast black world that was his resting feet. The sharp claws assaulted the lands like a god dishing out its divine wrath – students were forced to take cover in the deep wrinkles spread out across the land. The fact that the bird’s foot was now their land only made the fear and shame even worse.
In the span of a single hour, their best efforts had amounted to giving the bird a light itch. Gods help them – Aldhart had nearly burnt through all his pool of magic. If they were still stranded here when the lazy owlin finally awoke from his nap, then what would happen to them…?
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A wonderful commission done by
Flodrow that was a gift from
JordilianVector of my owlin lad, Finn! He spends a lot of time in bed so after a spell experiment gone wrong it figures that it would be where most of those unfortunate souls ended up. Hopefully he can rescue them in time…
Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
Species Owl
Size 2176 x 1693px
File Size 1.49 MB
Being less significant than an annoying minor itch on his big, black birb soles is probably the biggest insult the world could give a micro, like they don’t even get the reprieve of watching his other foot’s talons slowly fill their horizon and disturb the to deal with them. I love the comradery the micros are showing by distributing themselves across Finn’s vast solescapes to cover more ground, and by using ropes to help climb such imposingly-towering toes, or possibly binding Finn’s talons together. If they can’t wake him up from his deep slumber, they might as well be a big enough of a nuisance in his morning for him to notice them. Although, seeing how groggy Finn can be in the morning, it’ll more than likely spell their doom in a cruel twist of irony. This is quite possibly the steamiest unaware macro scenario with how high the stakes are <3
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