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Action Name: Standard Step
Acquired: Lv. 15
Type: Weaponskill
Cast: Instant
Recast: 30s
MP Cost: -
Effect: Begin dancing, granting yourself Standard Step.
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P4wSized! Big Burmecians best Burmecians.
FIRST, PREVIOUS, -
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
With a stamp of her thick foot, arms at her sides, Ranna smiled at the not so subtle speck scurrying across her floor. Her eyes, a soft sapphire in color, warmly regarded her gnat-sized guest that had squeezed in through the miniscule gap beneath her chamber's doors.
“NYAGGHHH!” Paige wailed. Tail puffed out, and eyes gone wide, the Warrior of Light shrieked when a set of titanic toes crashed down before him. Rivaling mountain ranges in sheer size, glacier sized nails jutting from their sky scraping surfaces, the flailing feline bounced up into the air.
POFFF
With a pronounced poof did Paige dispel the mighty Mini he had cast upon himself. Frazzled, and flopped face down, he sighed into the tiled floor.
“Hello to you too, Warrior of Light,” teased the brown furred Burmecian. A refugee hailing from beyond the rift, her home world having been subsumed by lightning and levin, Ranaa leapt at the chance to survey the Source once she learned Paige hailed from it. Her quarters, nestled deep within the sunlit labyrinth known as Labyrinthos, served the stranger from another Shard well enough. “You must be here on matters of great import to necessitate such secrecy!”
Rising to his feet, and dusting off his cloak, Paige sheepishly hehed. “W-w-well. I suhpose you could say it's something like that.” Tossing down his hood, the Rogue uneasily wrung his hands.
Ranna hummed. As she shifted in place the bracelets wrapped around her wrists jingled. “Is aught amiss?”
“N-n-noooooooo,” trailed off the flustered feline. “It's just. I just. Needed to ask you about something. In... private.” Shoulders bunched, and chin tucked against his chest, his mumbles grew increasingly indistinct.
Ranaa's enormous ears fwipped curiously as Paige, speaking barely above a whisper, implored of her a favor. “Lessons?” laughed the rat. “Whatever for?” Hand on her hip, the shapely and slender Burmecian smiled down at the cream colored cat struggling to stretch past her shoulders.
“I. Well. You see.” Cheeks puffed out, and tail undulating behind him, Paige pitifully mrowled. Master Ilias had invited him to a soiree, hosted at the Leveilleur Estate no less, in the hopes of helping him learn how to navigate the perils and pitfalls of high society. Learning how to purloin not just items, but information, from the insulated elites would serve him well! It was an esteemed opportunity, one he would be remiss to turn down, but...
The Warrior of Light timidly tapped his fingers together. He was tired of following in her footsteps! He aspired, he needed, to be something other than her shadow for the evening! He wanted... he wanted...
Ranaa cupped a hand to her long and slender snout and chuckled. “You need not say if need be,” she teased.
Paige's lips wildly wavered as he struggled to maintain his composure. He wanted to walk alongside Master Ilias. Not just as her esteemed guest but as her equal! As her partner in crime! The only problem was... the sizable shark was a scholar of Sharlayan now. She had a reputation to uphold!
The Burmecian gingerly planted her hand upon the Rogue's shoulder. “That you wish to make the move from being part of the audience to performing for one is laudable indeed! Know that I will do all that I can to aid you,” she said with a squeeze.
Ears burning, Paige gratefully nodded. “Thank mew, Miss Ranaa,” he nervously exhaled. He could not, would not, let himself squander this opportunity. He would do whatever it took to help himself, and Master Ilias, to blend in! He knew full well that they had social cues, and customs, to adhere and play along to at an event such as this. Dances, stodgy and stuffy, among them. If he was going to attend the Leveilleur Estate with his hand in her own... well...
“Where do I start?” the Warrior of Light resolutely asked.
The flustered feline meeped when the Burmecian, without hesitation, advanced towards him. Sliding her slender fingers between his own, Ranaa's powerful grip, warm and inviting, swallowed up his hands.
“Let's start with something simple,” the rat's voice, sultry and gentle, reassured him as her toes bunched against his own. “Have you ever heard of the Box step?”
Paige bashfully shook his head side to side as his blonde locks of hair framed his furiously blushing cheeks.
The Burmecian giggled. “It's exactly how it sounds. Here...” With a squeeze of her hands she gently nudged the feline back before she strode forward with a single step. Tail flitting behind her she shuffled to her right. Stepping back, pulling the Rogue with her, Ranna happily hummed. “And that...” said as the lanky rat slid to her left and tugged Paige back to their starting point. “Is the Box step!”
“T-t-that's not so bad!” purred the cat.
“I'm happy to hear!” the Burmecian said with a swish of her ponytail. “It's easy to overthink a dance,” Ranaa explained. “I find it's best to let the memories of your muscles guide you. Let's continue until it's instinct!”
Tail excitedly flitting behind him, Paige happily followed the Burmecian's lead. Though the movements were simple, shuffling about in a square, the Rogue couldn't help but find some satisfaction in the action.
…Especially every time they accidentally footsied one another.
“How are you feeling, Paige?” Ranaa asked.
“I-I-I think I'm getting the hang of it, Miss Ranaa!” the Warrior of Light mewled with a blush.
“Wonderful! Now let's add some swing to our step...” With a wink she bid Paige listen close as she narrated aloud the nuances.
“I'll step forward with my left while you step backward with your right...” she elaborated. “And we alternate with every foot from there. Let's try.”
Biting down on his lower lip, Paige peered down and focused on his paws and Ranaa's enormous own. Backwards with his right foot. To the left with his left followed by his right. Forward with his left foot. To the right with his right followed by his left. So the cycle repeated.
“Wonderful, Paige!” Ranaa beamed. “Now let's see if you can't keep your eyes on my own while you do so,” she teased. Infectious smile spread wide across her slender snout she continued to lead along the flustered feline as his gaze was lost in her own.
Quietly did their bare soles clap against the veined marble tiles as their steps slowly came to synchronize.
“And last but not least let's set the tempo...” Ranaa explained. Nostrils flared, the Burmecian inhaled deeply and very gingerly shuffled her left foot forward. “Slow,” she narrated aloud. “Quick, quick,” she happily hummed as she shifted to her right while Paige shuffled to his left. “Slow,” she repeated upon stepping back. “Quick, quick,” she repeated upon sliding back to their starting point.
Many a time did they repeat the Box step until Paige felt at ease and his toes ceased bunching up along the Burmecian's own.
“Now, Paige,” Ranna trailed off. “Would you be so kind as to lead me in this dance?”
O-o-o-o-oh. The Rogue forced down a nervous swallow. “C-c-certainly, Miss Ranaa.” Trembling, he felt at ease when Ranaa's huge and slender hands gave his own padded mitts a playful squeeze. “Slowww,” he spoke aloud. “Quick, quick, slowwww. Quick, quick, slowwwww.”
Paige's nerves gave way to purrs as Ranaa's cheeks came to burn as brightly as did his own. Losing themselves in the simple rhythm, and the pleasure of one another's company, the rat and cat continued their dance for far longer than either expected.
FIRST, PREVIOUS, -
Acquired: Lv. 15
Type: Weaponskill
Cast: Instant
Recast: 30s
MP Cost: -
Effect: Begin dancing, granting yourself Standard Step.
Le Gasp! More Final Fantasy flavored arts come courtesy of
P4wSized! Big Burmecians best Burmecians.FIRST, PREVIOUS, -
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
With a stamp of her thick foot, arms at her sides, Ranna smiled at the not so subtle speck scurrying across her floor. Her eyes, a soft sapphire in color, warmly regarded her gnat-sized guest that had squeezed in through the miniscule gap beneath her chamber's doors.
“NYAGGHHH!” Paige wailed. Tail puffed out, and eyes gone wide, the Warrior of Light shrieked when a set of titanic toes crashed down before him. Rivaling mountain ranges in sheer size, glacier sized nails jutting from their sky scraping surfaces, the flailing feline bounced up into the air.
POFFF
With a pronounced poof did Paige dispel the mighty Mini he had cast upon himself. Frazzled, and flopped face down, he sighed into the tiled floor.
“Hello to you too, Warrior of Light,” teased the brown furred Burmecian. A refugee hailing from beyond the rift, her home world having been subsumed by lightning and levin, Ranaa leapt at the chance to survey the Source once she learned Paige hailed from it. Her quarters, nestled deep within the sunlit labyrinth known as Labyrinthos, served the stranger from another Shard well enough. “You must be here on matters of great import to necessitate such secrecy!”
Rising to his feet, and dusting off his cloak, Paige sheepishly hehed. “W-w-well. I suhpose you could say it's something like that.” Tossing down his hood, the Rogue uneasily wrung his hands.
Ranna hummed. As she shifted in place the bracelets wrapped around her wrists jingled. “Is aught amiss?”
“N-n-noooooooo,” trailed off the flustered feline. “It's just. I just. Needed to ask you about something. In... private.” Shoulders bunched, and chin tucked against his chest, his mumbles grew increasingly indistinct.
Ranaa's enormous ears fwipped curiously as Paige, speaking barely above a whisper, implored of her a favor. “Lessons?” laughed the rat. “Whatever for?” Hand on her hip, the shapely and slender Burmecian smiled down at the cream colored cat struggling to stretch past her shoulders.
“I. Well. You see.” Cheeks puffed out, and tail undulating behind him, Paige pitifully mrowled. Master Ilias had invited him to a soiree, hosted at the Leveilleur Estate no less, in the hopes of helping him learn how to navigate the perils and pitfalls of high society. Learning how to purloin not just items, but information, from the insulated elites would serve him well! It was an esteemed opportunity, one he would be remiss to turn down, but...
The Warrior of Light timidly tapped his fingers together. He was tired of following in her footsteps! He aspired, he needed, to be something other than her shadow for the evening! He wanted... he wanted...
Ranaa cupped a hand to her long and slender snout and chuckled. “You need not say if need be,” she teased.
Paige's lips wildly wavered as he struggled to maintain his composure. He wanted to walk alongside Master Ilias. Not just as her esteemed guest but as her equal! As her partner in crime! The only problem was... the sizable shark was a scholar of Sharlayan now. She had a reputation to uphold!
The Burmecian gingerly planted her hand upon the Rogue's shoulder. “That you wish to make the move from being part of the audience to performing for one is laudable indeed! Know that I will do all that I can to aid you,” she said with a squeeze.
Ears burning, Paige gratefully nodded. “Thank mew, Miss Ranaa,” he nervously exhaled. He could not, would not, let himself squander this opportunity. He would do whatever it took to help himself, and Master Ilias, to blend in! He knew full well that they had social cues, and customs, to adhere and play along to at an event such as this. Dances, stodgy and stuffy, among them. If he was going to attend the Leveilleur Estate with his hand in her own... well...
“Where do I start?” the Warrior of Light resolutely asked.
The flustered feline meeped when the Burmecian, without hesitation, advanced towards him. Sliding her slender fingers between his own, Ranaa's powerful grip, warm and inviting, swallowed up his hands.
“Let's start with something simple,” the rat's voice, sultry and gentle, reassured him as her toes bunched against his own. “Have you ever heard of the Box step?”
Paige bashfully shook his head side to side as his blonde locks of hair framed his furiously blushing cheeks.
The Burmecian giggled. “It's exactly how it sounds. Here...” With a squeeze of her hands she gently nudged the feline back before she strode forward with a single step. Tail flitting behind her she shuffled to her right. Stepping back, pulling the Rogue with her, Ranna happily hummed. “And that...” said as the lanky rat slid to her left and tugged Paige back to their starting point. “Is the Box step!”
“T-t-that's not so bad!” purred the cat.
“I'm happy to hear!” the Burmecian said with a swish of her ponytail. “It's easy to overthink a dance,” Ranaa explained. “I find it's best to let the memories of your muscles guide you. Let's continue until it's instinct!”
Tail excitedly flitting behind him, Paige happily followed the Burmecian's lead. Though the movements were simple, shuffling about in a square, the Rogue couldn't help but find some satisfaction in the action.
…Especially every time they accidentally footsied one another.
“How are you feeling, Paige?” Ranaa asked.
“I-I-I think I'm getting the hang of it, Miss Ranaa!” the Warrior of Light mewled with a blush.
“Wonderful! Now let's add some swing to our step...” With a wink she bid Paige listen close as she narrated aloud the nuances.
“I'll step forward with my left while you step backward with your right...” she elaborated. “And we alternate with every foot from there. Let's try.”
Biting down on his lower lip, Paige peered down and focused on his paws and Ranaa's enormous own. Backwards with his right foot. To the left with his left followed by his right. Forward with his left foot. To the right with his right followed by his left. So the cycle repeated.
“Wonderful, Paige!” Ranaa beamed. “Now let's see if you can't keep your eyes on my own while you do so,” she teased. Infectious smile spread wide across her slender snout she continued to lead along the flustered feline as his gaze was lost in her own.
Quietly did their bare soles clap against the veined marble tiles as their steps slowly came to synchronize.
“And last but not least let's set the tempo...” Ranaa explained. Nostrils flared, the Burmecian inhaled deeply and very gingerly shuffled her left foot forward. “Slow,” she narrated aloud. “Quick, quick,” she happily hummed as she shifted to her right while Paige shuffled to his left. “Slow,” she repeated upon stepping back. “Quick, quick,” she repeated upon sliding back to their starting point.
Many a time did they repeat the Box step until Paige felt at ease and his toes ceased bunching up along the Burmecian's own.
“Now, Paige,” Ranna trailed off. “Would you be so kind as to lead me in this dance?”
O-o-o-o-oh. The Rogue forced down a nervous swallow. “C-c-certainly, Miss Ranaa.” Trembling, he felt at ease when Ranaa's huge and slender hands gave his own padded mitts a playful squeeze. “Slowww,” he spoke aloud. “Quick, quick, slowwww. Quick, quick, slowwwww.”
Paige's nerves gave way to purrs as Ranaa's cheeks came to burn as brightly as did his own. Losing themselves in the simple rhythm, and the pleasure of one another's company, the rat and cat continued their dance for far longer than either expected.
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Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Burmecian
Size 1717 x 2146px
File Size 2.62 MB
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I'm grateful for you giving enormous Burmecian ladies the spotlight they deserve!
Burmecians always put this theme in my head, though I don't believe it's the type of music she'd dance to.
Burmecians always put this theme in my head, though I don't believe it's the type of music she'd dance to.
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