Man, you barely woke up from your slumber, and the world's already going to hell.
You don't know how, but it seems that in your sleep you've been transported into the middle of some gigantic, gloomy forest. Not just any old forest, though, but one that had long, twisty, wooden roads built among its upper layers. You apparently ended up one such road, lying down in the foliage covering the surface of some big platform, which seemed to serve as a rather spacious crossing.
Although you'd love nothing more than to give this place a better look, and delve deep into some of its finer intricacies, such as the way out of this bloody hellhole, something else unfortunately needed to be addressed first.
A giant, demonic, hound-like creature stood some distance away from your position, growling, and baring its fangs at the sight of a little, tasty morsels that suddenly appeared in its path. A ghastly blue aura surrounded most of its body, except for a blood-red horn that stood on top of its snout. The best pawed at the ground in agitation, as it preparing for an attack. It looked for any signs of some tricks or tomfoolery that you could try to pull off in order to get away, but lucky for the best, you were completely gripped by fear, unable to move even an inch from you current spot.
This is not at all what you expected to see when you woke up.
As the beast lunged forward, its mouth opened wide to snatch you whole in one swoop, you instinctively covered your eyes, and curled your body into a ball, unable to stare death in its jaw as it approached with your name on it. You could only hear the loud sound of the approaching creature, its gradually intensifying snarling and growling, then a sound of something whizzing past you, a yelp, a thud as something heavy hit the ground very close to you, and then finally silence.
Once you've forced yourself to open your eyes again, you came face to face with the terrifying, gigantic monster lying down right in front of you, all stiff, quiet. The monster was dead, felled by an arrow that struck it right in the middle of its forehead, killing it instantly. Even though you were happy to still be alive, you had to worryingly wonder about one thing. You couldn't help it. As you stared at the giant arrow stuck in the beast's head, the thought just crept into your mind, poking at your brains over and over again.
Who could've fired it?
THOOD
Here comes the answer.
The moment you turned around to face the newcomer, your jaw hit the floor. Right there, at the other end of the platform, stood none other but Fran, the gorgeous Viera herself. The beautiful, bronze-skinned, bunny-eared, armor-clad, mysterious, alluring lady of the woods, that plagued your dreams since the day you turned that bloody game on. Only with her in mind did you finally recognize this weird forest as the Golmore Jungle, a location from the same game. By that logic, the dead creature behind you had to be one of the monsters that inhabited to. Geez, how lucky of you that it wasn't a Malboro.
Looking back at the Viera, you found her aiming her arrows into the woods, carefully looking for any other monsters and fiends that could be hiding among those treats, ready to jump at her should she drop her guard down. Sensing no threats, however, she let out a sigh of relief, before putting her bow on her back, and approached the dead monster... And you.
Seeing Fran fast approaching your current spot, you've decided that the best course of action would be to start shouting and flailing as loudly and wildly as you could, in hopes of attracting her attention. However, before you could put that brilliant idea into action, something... interesting attracted your attention.
Fran's feet.
In the games you remembered her having those weird, three-toed, paw-like but not really feet, that while interesting of an idea, didn't appeal to you too much. You had to admit that you liked how she seemed to walk barefoot around the world, with only two sharp spikes strapped to her heels as a way to better support her body. Overall though, you had to admit that you much preferred the portrayal of Vieras' feet in the Tactics Advanced games, where they appeared to have mostly human feet, only with sharper toes, and elongated arches. Sadly, most of the Viera in those preferred to put some shoes on on their feet. Not that you could blame them, but it end up diminishing their feral, a little bit beastly appeal.
The Fran that was now walking towards your seemed to take the best of both worlds in regards to her feet. They were definitely more human-like, with five long toes, each sporting a sharp, claw-like toenail. She walked on the bared balls of her feet, with sharp-looking spikes strapped to her heels for additional support, and possible combat advantages.
So long you stared at her feet, their rhythmic rising and falling putting you in some sort of a trance, that it took Fran herself, and her now booming footsteps to snap you out of it. However, it was now a bit too late to either attract her attention, or get out of the way. She was already in the middle of taking her next, which would most likely end up with you underneath it. You looked into the sky as her foot blotted out what little light penetrated the treetops. With mouth agape, your life began flashing before your eyes, as the tough-looking bottom of her sole got increasingly bigger and bigger, threatening to snuff you out of existence...
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