Me cap would be glad
for a copper or two.© Tsumi Moogle '12Characters ©
Themselves.
The sky stalked
drearily from sight beyond thick and foreboding clouds and the
hundreds of blackened plumes that bellowed from chimneys and
smoke-stacks. The threat of snow on the crisp morning was no
dissuader to life on the cobbled street. Such as it was.
Workers, busy along
their crowded store-fronts, catering to the curt and the curious.
Smiles were reserved by the workers, facades to maintain in front of
t

Heard it on the
Grape-vine.
© Tsumi Moogle '12
Characters ©
themselves.
The path had certainly
changed, in those past months. From its bright and fresh bloom in the
spring when he had arrived, where he had found that frog, bigger than
a bull.. through to the shifting haze of steamy and dry heat in the
summer that had seen him nearly run afoul of an alligator, just as
the village had mentioned. And now into the cooler days of autumn.
The leaves of the faint path, noticeable only by those that w

Step Right Up.©
Tsumi Moogle '12
Characters ©
Themselves.The air beneath their training tent was rather
stifling, laden with the smell of bodies, or at least one hard at
work. Panting softly, Kai knelt in the spot-light warmed sand, head
slightly bowed and eyes looking along the smooth indentations his
many footsteps had caused over the past several days.'You're
not done already are you, Kai?' Smiled Jangro with an easy air about
him and a raised eyebrow as he waited in the middle of the ring.

A Night to Remember.©
Tsumi Moogle '12Characters © Themselves.
What all had he
expected? Gazing about the crowded entrance and wide lounge-room of
one of his class-mate's house, he could honestly answer 'At least
this.' The red plastic cups being handed out from a pair of large
curiously expensive carved wooden tables, the bodies moving awkwardly
and out of time to music played unnecessarily loud and the voices of
so many people. In many regards louder than they needed to be,
bolstered by the

Light-trails.©
Tsumi '12Characters © Themselves.
The air thumped with
the eclectic beats of trance, each throb of the bass drawing another
wave of motion from the crowds moving through the fog-hazed
air.Bodies writhed and flowed, outfits of spectacular and garish
luminescence glowing radiantly beneath the numerous black-lights
settled into the dark roof, whilst trails of light flowed from the
bracelets and glow-sticks of those many writhing bodies.And for
the catchy atmosphere, the lazy lidded

Lost and Found ©
Tsumi Moogle '11
Characters ©
Themselves.
The disappearances had
started at least month ago. The mog could remember rather clearly,
the day that Teio stopped coming to class. Sitting at his desk and
watching the empty desk just near his, wondering quietly if the hare
had forgotten to call in sick whilst the teacher ran through the
attendance roll, pausing at the same name to query the lapine's
absence.
Continuing to walk down
the pavement, he looked over the fliers he'd made u

The Nom-Father©
Tsumi Moogle '11Characters © Themselves.
Happy Birthday Damien.
:3
The moogle gave a
languid sigh as he reclined in the back of the well-polished car. Its
stoic-faced driver, a blue through the screen ahead, muted from his
passenger's business dealings whilst the city around them thinned
towards the single, stretching line of road headed south.'Well,
won't be long now, hmm? Your payment went through without a hitch,
kupo.. we'll soon enough be over the state-line, and you will

otter's Embrace.
© Tsumi Moogle
'11Characters © Themselves.
~Knock-knock-knock~Dylan
smiled as he waited, hearing the faint sounds of movement behind the
door, the awareness of the peeping-hole being put to use before the
soft click of the dead-bolt slid open.Opening the door, Damien
smiled to the otter, greeting him with a raise of his eyebrows and
pass of his golden eyes over the shorter male's form. Sun-bleached
fur with deeper auburn roots framing a creamier chest and stomach
patch that re

The Nomming of Tsumi.
© Tsumi Moogle '11
Characters ©
Themselves.
A thick plume of smoke
filled the living room. Laying his head back, with his pipe rested
practicedly in his fingers, Sam grinned to the roof warping
languidly. His green eyes trailed along the speckled roof, watching
it dancing and rising, rippling like water above him as his body lay
sunk into his well-loved beanbag.
For an older mog, he
was in fine shape. Built as though he had been much more active in
his youth, a runner or

Down the Glory
Hole.© Tsumi Moogle ‘11Characters © Their owners.
He wasn’t much of
a morning person. His eye-lids struggling to stay lifted, as his eyes
held his cup in a slipping and regaining focus. The soft vibrations
of the subway smoothly snaking its way through the bowels of the city
were his enemy, mercifully beaten back by the slightly jarring,
audible clack of changing tracks every few hundred yards and
subsequent flickering of the lights. With a shift of his
shoulders beneath hi

The Night-watch.� Tsumi Moogle `11Characters � themselves.

It wasn't always so peaceful. The Room cozy in temperature, sound and silent save the soft breathing of the sleeping otter, and the occasional sound of his form rustling under his blanket. The Moonlight, pouring in from the window reached the side of his sleeping face. There was a contented smile on the undisturbed face as he dreamt.Why wouldn't there be? He was utterly safe, curled snug in his bedding, with the breeze rustling throug

Not quite Master Chef.
 
(c) Tsumi Moogle '11
Tsumi (c) Himself
Kaimo (c) Damien
 
The forest was all but silent. The leaves still, the air unmoving and devoid of the gentle chirps and chitters of the wild-life, as though all were watching curiously, eager to see the outcome of the hunt.
Panting quietly and trying to get the thump of his heart to cease pounding in his ears, the younger moogle pressed his back to a tree, eyes looking about cautiously.
'Low to the ground' He rememb

I can't Decide.Original song � Scissor Sisters.It's not easy having yourself a good timeGreasing up those throats and gulletsWatching out they don't start pullin'Gulp and squish you both at the same timeSmells-like something I've digestedCurled up, gurgled and now it's divestedI'm not a gangster tonightDon't want to be a bad guyI'm just hungry babyAnd now you're gotten in my wayI can't decideWhether you should live or dieOh, you'll probably go to my hipsPlease don't hang your head and cryNo wond

Get it in writing.� Tsumi Moogle `11Characters � Themselves.Cameos not intended.

It was the third time that year. The knight's eyes regarded the camp he'd been directed to by the pillaged town: burnt and mostly crumpled to the ground, people treating and serving their wounded as best they could manage. There were a number of thieves, there always were. Assorted in size and scruffiness, they didn't do themselves well, but they lived. Chuckling and cheering one another in success of the fresh ra

Oontz-Oontz-Oontz.� Tsumi Moogle `11Characters � themselves.

He wasn't entirely sure how he got roped along into joining his friends there that night. The hazey smoke was a mingled acrid tang, mixing the stage smoke with the butts of cigarettes and less savory butts amidst the over-ripe smell of too-many bodies in too-much after-shave. The Music was pulsing. Every Beat of the Ceiling high speakers made him wince as he paused in his bid for the bar. He could see hands switching over twenties an

Donations greatly appreciated.

�Tsumi Moogle `11Characters � Tsumi Moogle

`Can you spare a buck man?' You hear that a lot these days. People finding it harder to make ends meet with the cost of everything continuing to go up, interest rates, of course at the heart of it, and vengeful business playing up the varied disasters of the world to squeeze that extra penny... It used to play on my heart to look at the baleful eyes of those poor bastards bundled up and hopeful with hands outstretched.

The right to remain silent.� Tsumi Moogle `11

Characters � Their owners.

The Court-room was massive. Its marble walls were high, and arched like a cathedral, with many well-carved and decorated pillars and tiers and lead-light windows streaming faintly-golden hued light.The jury and assorted crowd were all restless; numerous long-eared denizens of Moonblossom kind, with numerous shades of pastel fur between them. The only two in the room, not moonblossoms, were defendant and plaintiff.The l

A Boy and his Beal.

� Tsumi Moogle `11Beal � His Player.Trevor � His player.

`Beep-Beep-Beep'His alarm was ringing. Why the hell was his Alarm ringing..? Groggily, Trevor lifted his head from his pillow to reach for the source of the piercing shrill. Grabbing his phone and glaring at it angrily, he eyed over the time; “9:30” and groaned as he turned the alarm off with a press of his thumb.Rolling onto his back, Trevor flumped his arm and phone down into his padded blanket, and si

A Very Biker Christmas

� Tsumi Moogle 2010Characters � Their Owners.

The moon shone brightly, amidst a starry sky, the odd thick and wooly cloud drifting past to drape the land in shadow as the hour drew on past Midnight. The rooftops layered in a thick blanket of white to match those trees not laid bare by Mother nature's Harsh touch, and the grounds muffled thick, and unbroken. The streets all lay empty, silent and still in the shimmery light, save for the odd patch of luminescent colour,

Worlds Apart� Tsumi Moogle `11Zephyx � HimselfSolid � HimselfOther cameos � themselves

Gavin groaned, arms crossed behind his back and bound in a thick layering of goo arranged in a manner of ropes. His ankles too, similarly held as he knelt atop the platter being neatly carted in a pair of strong and large hands to either side of him. His heart pounding, and mind racing as it recalled so vividly the earlier evening's proceedings… Michael Jackson had been playing in the headphones snug

Rise and Shine

� Tsumi Moogle `11Julius � His OwnerTsumi � Tsumi

The house, rather all but silent for the nearing of noon, saw one person moving in it. Ascending the stairs with a light sigh and amused smile, Julius made his way down the carpeted hall, to stop before his younger sibling's door, Brightly layered with years worth of collected stickers and magazine cut-outs. Flicking one of his large cattish ear, the older moogle rested a hand on the door knob, hearing nothing of the usual ster

Shower Time.

� Tsumi Moogle `11Remix � HimselfDimitri � Tsumi Moogle

The final bell of the day rang crassly through the halls, the scrape of hundreds of sets of plastic-capped chair-legs against the linoleum of dozens of class rooms was in short order silence before the thundering stampede of Students. Lost amidst all of this, thankful for the day's end staggered a young snow-leopard, tugging a finger at the too-snug neck-tie as part of the uniform enforced. Jostled amidst those taller and t

Dessert.� Tsumi Moogle `11Rolf � His owner.

The outside wall of the mall's main entrance lay peppered with hundreds and hundreds of bullet shots. Some still smoking sadly, others laying at the ground. In the vaguest of outlines, the wall seemed unmarked in the shape of a creature. A creature standing massively tall, broad, green-hide and pink-gut. His head raised to the sky, as if in silent gloating of whatever war he had survived. Well, almost silent.

With a rolling `Glurk', the kicking bo

All you can eat Buffet

� Tsumi Moogle `11

Rolf � HimselfDisclaimer; All NPCs in this story are purely works of fiction. Any likenesses to people of similar name or description are purely coincidental.

“Oh Fuck. Oh Fuck. Oh Jesus holy FUCK. He's Right be-god-damned-hind me!” Raced the feline's mind as his sprinting footsteps echoed along the empty wing of the mall left far behind. “Those people. That fox and Lynx. Just like that. He fucking ATE Them. And he saw me! He's co

Two-for-One Lunch Special

�Tsumi Moogle `10Rolf � WildsideOther characters � no one. All similarities etc. completely unintended, blarghblargh.

Arms heavy with the dozen-odd plastic bags they'd accrued, the Lynx smiled wryly to his partner, wriggling the small bob of his tail as he regarded the fine bulge of shaped biceps under a snug new shirt meshing well with the Fox's Russet fur.“I still think we should have gotten you the new pants as well.” Robby mused aloud, grinning as t

Steamy log Inn.

�Tsumi `10Gloom � Himself

WARNING; SCAT BENEATH THE ASTERISKS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

The pelting of heavy rain continued. Battering the age-worn roof of the barn the bat had sheltered in, it had been on-going almost all day. His pleasing flight through the cool morning air quickly halted as the murky grey skies had warned him with a gentle shower, which had steadily gotten heavier. The bat had been lucky to find the farm at all when he had, the rain so heavy when he landed

Artie's Ground-hog Existence.

� Tsumi Moogle `10Characters � Their Owners.No Arties were harmed in the production of this story. (Sadly)

It's not always easy being a micro in the big world. So many things to be mindful of. People, mainly. Mice, roaches, just about anything that gets dropped or falls from somewhere, vacuum cleaners, large dust-bunnies, you name it. But when you're on a lease, with room-mates and all, things are meant to go smoother. Usually. Accidents seemed to be on the rise

All stops to Broadmeadow.

� Kaijou Ryenarl (AKA; Tsumi.)

Characters are � their players, other guest-stars � themselves.


No children. Thank Christ, it was long-enough train trip as it was. He settled himself down into one of the mouldy-green chairs, pulling an irked face at the vinyl with distaste and hefted his bags wearily to the chair beside him, letting his eyes scan a moment around the poorly designed cabin with its hard-plastic covered walls and well-scratch-graffiti'd windows. It

The Newest Room-mate.� Tsumi Moogle `09Commission for Gale Fierre, not for reproduction without his consent.Gale � himself.

“Saaasha!” Called the raccoon as she practically bounced through the door to the second floor apartment, subtle green eyes looking one way down the cream-colored wall and sandy tiled hallway towards the kitchen, and back up towards the bedrooms, a shrewd look of contemplation crossing Kiera's face. Flicking her chocolate brown ears amidst her wavy hair of simi

Clinic.

� Tsumi Moogle '09.Tsumi � His player.Kyre � Himself.

Eyes roaming over his cubicle, Tsumi smiled. The stainless steel wheelie-bench in the corner neatly assorted with oil and hand-soap, A small clock ticking silently and a velvet lined box, for the clientele's jewelry and knick-knacks. Along the soft, pinky-peach wall to his spotless basin, handles sparkling merrily. He looked down to his table, set just right, Towels neatly draped along the protector and folded diligently into the