Now where did he go?
by Dinosorceror and F値ar
a true FurryMuck encounter.

Part 1

F'lar wiggles his toes as parts of cars and buildings tumble
from between them. 

Dinosorceror grabs his tiny crotch, watching.

F値ar searches around below him, looking for that little troublemaker.

The foot slams down on a hapless rest home. The elderly jump, roll and
crutch in all directions.

Dinosorceror says, And what do you mean, troublemaker?

F'lar jerks his head to the side as he spots him in the distance. His eyes
focus and there he is, running.

Dinosorceror hides amongst the bushes in the city park.

F値ar begins running upright down main street, aimed toward the park. His
head is outstretched, towering over the buildings, his wings held high and
tail writhing and lashing behind him. The destruction is incredable.

Dinosorceror finds that it's good he found his hiding spot when he did,
because each footfall shakes the ground so much, it ripples, making it
impossible for anyone to flee any distance.  He looks up at your planetary
form through the bushes.

F'lar slams his foot down as he comes to a stop, towering over the park. 

Dinosorceror trembles with fear, as the park is in your shadow...easily.
The park could be flattened in about three of your footsteps, and he
wonders if he would be wiser to make his presence known and beg for mercy.

F'lar looks around carefully, huge head swinging from his great neck.

Dinosorceror decides he might beg.  As you peer around, he emerges from the
bushes, shouting and waving his microscopic arms.  He may be too small to
see, and is certainly too small to be heard.

F'lar instantly spots Dino and laser beams stab from his eyes to paint twin
red dots on Dinosorceror's forehead.

Dinosorceror yeee's!  "Um...al...allo there, F'lar!  What's...what's new?"

The biggest foot you could ever imagine lifts from the ground as cars and
people and parts of homes, shops and an unfortunate horse tumble from the
toes.

"No, wait!  F'lar!  It's me, Dino!  Down in the park."

It swings slowly around. You see the talons and toes appear from over the
tree tops as it slowly blocks out the sun

Dinosorceror screams, and starts to run backwards, away from the increasing
spears of darkness across the ground, created by your mountainous toes.

F'lar snarls hot, deep-red tongue lashing, wings swooping, wringing his
front feet together high above you. More detritus and debris falls.
 
Dinosorceror keeps running and running, trying to stay ahead of the shower
of debris.

F'lar drives his giant foot down hard. The blast from the displaced air
bends the surrounding trees away in all directions

Dinosorceror screams as he's blasted forward!

It stops, inches fromDinosorceror痴
dropped-in-shock-his-life-passing-before-his-eyes-to-the-ground head.

It lifts slowly away

Dinosorceror rolls on his back, watching the titanic toetalon lift slowly.
"Please, no!" he murfles.

F'lar turns his huge, three toed, taloned foot and tilts his head so he can
see the little twerp.
 
Dinosorceror looks up between two of your toes, feeling like a speck of
lint in your gaze.

F'lar grins and wriggles his three huge toes, the talons making swooshing
sounds, as odds and ends of debri rain down around you. A trashcan lid
bounces with a clang. A yellow cat lands on its feet and streaks for some
bushes.

Dinosorceror peers up at you, wondering what you're planning...

F'lar slams his foot down on a grassy opening about fifty feet away and
bends way down to look at you. Brings his flared and flame-flickering
nostrils closer until mere inches from your prone self and beams into your
eyes. "Why should I waste a good stomp on you?"

"Um...yeah...exactly!  Yeah!  You don't need to paste me under a toe!"

F'lar grins and licks your teeny, tiny, little feet. Raises his great head
up and rears into the air. He balances with his tail as he lifts his foot
back up. The foot slowly lowers and you skoot along the grass on your
seated backside as the toes come closer and closer. 

The toes come down all around you. You scramble for a toe crotch. The
weight bears down and the massive toepads sink into the grass deeper and
deeper.

Dinosorceror murfles!

F'lar slowly twists his foot like one might put out a cigarette.

Dinosorceror tries his best to scamper up between your toes, themselves
tall as buildings!

F値ar slowly lifts his foot, squeezing his toes and looks again. "Now where
did that pest go now?"

Dinosorceror scampers up as high as he can between your toes, aided by the
massive amounts of debris there. 

F'lar decides to take Dino for a little sightseeing tour of his chase and
show everybody the damage you have caused. "I must keep you out of
mischief, so really have no choice in the matter." Takes off with a great
swoop of his huge wings, causing even more damage by the wind.

Dinosorceror holds on tightly between your toes, feeling absolutely dwarfed
into insignificance by your size.

You see an awsome swath of damage unfurl before you, bobbing with the huge
foot, as F'lar shows you the path of the chase. Buildings and cars and
trashcans and trees and telephone poles and mailboxes and even a stretch
limo have been flattened and cars are on remaining roofs. It is terrible.
Not a soul is in sight, the people and animals having fled. It steams, an
occassional timber falling, the rare brick striking the cracked and broken
street from which water and smoke gushes in places.

Dinosorceror erks as he compares the gigantic three-toed clawprints through
the city to the steely toes he wriggles between like toejam.

You swing in a wide arc as F'lar heads for the nearby beach, deserted and
hot in the sun. He lands, bringing himself to a stop with his hind feet. It
feels like a sandstorm and you duck and cover.

Dinosorceror gets coated with hot, gritty sand. "Please, F'lar!  I'm here,
between your toes!  Help meee!"

F'lar slides to a stop and stands on one hind foot again as he lifts the
one from which he hears the pathetic cries and dunks it into the surf.

F'lar wiggles his toes in the breakers.

Dinosorceror squeaks, "Noooo...help me!  Helllp meeee!" as he gets washed
further and further up the toes, riding a grim tide of debris.

F値ar hears the whining again and, grinning, lays back on the wide beach,
his heels in the surf, his toes sticking high out of the water and,
spreading his wings on the hot sand, rests his head back and closes his eyes.

F'lar gold dragon with creme topping (We'll see if anybody notices)
Clan BrightScale (Keeper of the creme)