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Well. I wanted to post this for the longest time now. But writer's block is a fucking bitch and I hate it.
Yeah I spent ages trying to write a story to this but to no avail which didn't make me particularly happy.
However I've found a way to get past this. Below is a part one to this piece. I intend to come back to the future and write more to this scenario. Look out to that.
But yes, about a month ago the new Hearthstone expansion came out and my favourite character in the game returned. Yes the esteemed (and cute) explorer Sir Finley Mrrgglton. I love him okay, he's cute, he's got a great voice and as an explorer I thought he deserved to go into a loincloth.
So with the help of
RedCoonie I turned that dream into a reality, and got Fuerte in the action too. I mean he looks great in a loincloth too after all~
Seems these two have had a bad run in in the jungle though.
Well as always guys, be sure to read the story below, check out the artist who did this, and wherever you are, I hope you have a good morning, good evening or good afternoon!
Story:
machupichu18
Art: RedCoonie
___
Well… this certainly wasn’t what you would call a… normal experience.
Esteemed explorer, Sir Finley Mrrgglton, currently in the jungle wearing nothing but a loincloth, being ravaged by sentient plants alongside a tiger companion.
Of course the famous murloc wasn’t new to explorations, nor explorations going wrong, yet to say this unnerved him was a massive understatement.
The vines continued to caress his chest and retain them, the man struggling as he tried to defend his only form of covering from the flora.
Why did he have to run in to those natives? They’re the reason why he was wearing this old rag. According to them it was offensive to go into the jungle with his gear, and thus Finley and his assistant had to wear these loincloths that were given to them and nothing else.
Now look what that caused.
His assistant was about to have a panic attack too.
He was a local wrestler in the city he was staying in, the murloc had to watch only one match and he was impressed by the courageousness, strength… and flat out narcissism the man portrayed, it reminded him of Reno a lot to be honest, and just like the man, all it took was promises of fame and fortune for the tiger to literally beg Finley to take him on.
Well Fuerte denied that ever happening, but the explorer remembers seeing the wrestler on his knees.
Not that thoughts like that mattered at the moment. Finley was struggling as hard as he could as the vines closed more and more around him and Fuerte.
“F-Finley!” The loincloth donned wrestler yelled as he felt vines caress him down there. “Can’t you d-do something?!”
Finley let out a deep sigh as he continued to vainly move and wriggle. “I dunno, my fine fellow. It seems we might be in a predicament we cannot get out of.”
“C-Cannot get out of! NO! I REFUSE! THE GREAT EL FUERTE DOESN’T LOSE TO SOME VI- Mrrrppph?”
Before the tiger could finish his yelling, a vine has slipped into his mouth, blocking it with a makeshift gag.
“MRRRRPH! MURRRRPPHHHH!!” Fuerte tried to say as he bit down into the vine.
That was a mistake. The instant the tiger did, he felt some strange liquid drain into his mouth.
It was relaxing…
....calming…
God it tasted so good.
“Mrrrrrrrrrrrr~” Fuerte said, borderline purring.
“F-Fuerte?!” The explorer said as he saw his assistant stop struggling. “W-What happened to you?”
“G...ive…. In… primal…”
“W-What was that?!” Finley said as his struggling stopped for a moment.
“Give in….”
“Give in to what?” The young man yelled out.
“Your primal desires.”
“My primal what?!”
Suddenly everything became relaxed. As if the vines suddenly began to embrace the murloc instead of attack, almost as if they were accepting him.
“Become one with the land. Give in to the wild.”
There was a beat.
“Now why would I do that?”
Finley’s voice was no longer one of struggles, or anger, or disgust, but now the voice of someone inquisitive. Like he was genuinely curious.
“Explore new places, new discoveries await… just… give in to your desires.”
Finley paused again. “That… sounds like an idea me would like.”
The murloc however shook his head suddenly as he realised the error he had made. “I mean… If I can explore new areas, me would love to become primal murloc… wait… I want to embrace my primal side a little okay?”
Finley was getting more and more confused by the voice eased his worries. “Relaaaax.” It whispered in his ears.
“I’m….. me is relaxing.”
“Become one with the jungle.”
“One… with… jungle.”
“Me… one with jungle…”
“Embrace the wild.”
Finley’s struggles had stopped, instead, all that was left was a relaxed, chuckling murloc.
“I’m Finley of the Jungle. Me gonna explore everywhere.” He declared. “And Finley’s friend Fuerte shall join him too.”
“Good.” The voice whispered, as the murloc felt his mind and body feel something he had never felt before.
He felt without burden, without worry or pains. He felt free.
And as the vines took him up into the canopy… he couldn’t wait to explore the depths of this jungle… unbeknownst to the true plans this jungle had for the men.
Yeah I spent ages trying to write a story to this but to no avail which didn't make me particularly happy.
However I've found a way to get past this. Below is a part one to this piece. I intend to come back to the future and write more to this scenario. Look out to that.
But yes, about a month ago the new Hearthstone expansion came out and my favourite character in the game returned. Yes the esteemed (and cute) explorer Sir Finley Mrrgglton. I love him okay, he's cute, he's got a great voice and as an explorer I thought he deserved to go into a loincloth.
So with the help of
RedCoonie I turned that dream into a reality, and got Fuerte in the action too. I mean he looks great in a loincloth too after all~Seems these two have had a bad run in in the jungle though.
Well as always guys, be sure to read the story below, check out the artist who did this, and wherever you are, I hope you have a good morning, good evening or good afternoon!
Story:
machupichu18Art:
RedCoonie___
Well… this certainly wasn’t what you would call a… normal experience.
Esteemed explorer, Sir Finley Mrrgglton, currently in the jungle wearing nothing but a loincloth, being ravaged by sentient plants alongside a tiger companion.
Of course the famous murloc wasn’t new to explorations, nor explorations going wrong, yet to say this unnerved him was a massive understatement.
The vines continued to caress his chest and retain them, the man struggling as he tried to defend his only form of covering from the flora.
Why did he have to run in to those natives? They’re the reason why he was wearing this old rag. According to them it was offensive to go into the jungle with his gear, and thus Finley and his assistant had to wear these loincloths that were given to them and nothing else.
Now look what that caused.
His assistant was about to have a panic attack too.
He was a local wrestler in the city he was staying in, the murloc had to watch only one match and he was impressed by the courageousness, strength… and flat out narcissism the man portrayed, it reminded him of Reno a lot to be honest, and just like the man, all it took was promises of fame and fortune for the tiger to literally beg Finley to take him on.
Well Fuerte denied that ever happening, but the explorer remembers seeing the wrestler on his knees.
Not that thoughts like that mattered at the moment. Finley was struggling as hard as he could as the vines closed more and more around him and Fuerte.
“F-Finley!” The loincloth donned wrestler yelled as he felt vines caress him down there. “Can’t you d-do something?!”
Finley let out a deep sigh as he continued to vainly move and wriggle. “I dunno, my fine fellow. It seems we might be in a predicament we cannot get out of.”
“C-Cannot get out of! NO! I REFUSE! THE GREAT EL FUERTE DOESN’T LOSE TO SOME VI- Mrrrppph?”
Before the tiger could finish his yelling, a vine has slipped into his mouth, blocking it with a makeshift gag.
“MRRRRPH! MURRRRPPHHHH!!” Fuerte tried to say as he bit down into the vine.
That was a mistake. The instant the tiger did, he felt some strange liquid drain into his mouth.
It was relaxing…
....calming…
God it tasted so good.
“Mrrrrrrrrrrrr~” Fuerte said, borderline purring.
“F-Fuerte?!” The explorer said as he saw his assistant stop struggling. “W-What happened to you?”
“G...ive…. In… primal…”
“W-What was that?!” Finley said as his struggling stopped for a moment.
“Give in….”
“Give in to what?” The young man yelled out.
“Your primal desires.”
“My primal what?!”
Suddenly everything became relaxed. As if the vines suddenly began to embrace the murloc instead of attack, almost as if they were accepting him.
“Become one with the land. Give in to the wild.”
There was a beat.
“Now why would I do that?”
Finley’s voice was no longer one of struggles, or anger, or disgust, but now the voice of someone inquisitive. Like he was genuinely curious.
“Explore new places, new discoveries await… just… give in to your desires.”
Finley paused again. “That… sounds like an idea me would like.”
The murloc however shook his head suddenly as he realised the error he had made. “I mean… If I can explore new areas, me would love to become primal murloc… wait… I want to embrace my primal side a little okay?”
Finley was getting more and more confused by the voice eased his worries. “Relaaaax.” It whispered in his ears.
“I’m….. me is relaxing.”
“Become one with the jungle.”
“One… with… jungle.”
“Me… one with jungle…”
“Embrace the wild.”
Finley’s struggles had stopped, instead, all that was left was a relaxed, chuckling murloc.
“I’m Finley of the Jungle. Me gonna explore everywhere.” He declared. “And Finley’s friend Fuerte shall join him too.”
“Good.” The voice whispered, as the murloc felt his mind and body feel something he had never felt before.
He felt without burden, without worry or pains. He felt free.
And as the vines took him up into the canopy… he couldn’t wait to explore the depths of this jungle… unbeknownst to the true plans this jungle had for the men.
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