Upward
.^ upward by mog moogle brad shifted nervously in his seat at the large executive conference table in the offices above the factory floor.
Thirteen Karmic Tales: Thirteenth Tale
The only thing that was off was he hadn't seen his moogle friend in a few weeks. that was odd. but what could you do about it? still, things were going so well that khloe found himself having a little extra time on his hands.
A Diminished Sense of Christmas
© tsumi moogle '17 characters themselves. it wasn't hard to tell when something big was going on.
A Summertime Sonata
For moogles and nu mous, this means we need to stand up if we don't want to drown. it should come as no surprise that both of those races hate water. it was only when the water got cold that i remembered what i forgot: soap.
Kazufox Interview #6
\*cloud\*: you remind me a lot like the moogles and also i've met stranger characters. \*isaac\*: this isn't good, he took an overdose of...'stupid pills'. # ~dun dun dun duuuuuuun!!~ \*cloud\*: where did that come from?
The Beastmaster
The beastmaster tsumi moogle '15 characters © themselves. 'now, i know you are all second year biology students, but we still prefer to do a little bit of history before we go further with our explanation.'
Transitions
**transitions** **by mog moogle** the sunlight streamed through the blinds of the master bedroom on the third story of the victorian house. it was not far from the historic downtown district of the midwestern town.
Rodent Assistance
Ohhhh, when he got back to normal, he was going to get that mouse moogle back so good. the two tiny figures were currently sitting atop a cardboard box marked for delivery to timbuktu.
Cardboard Time Machine
"previous things you've wanted to show me have left both of us smaller than literally anything else in existence, turned me into a dragon, a mouse, a moogle, and a fair number of other things.
Children of the Earth and Sky 8 - The Dreams They Felt
moogles, humans and other bangaas shuddered through their crippled spines digging up the earth and rubbing whatever felt wet against their backs, murmuring their regrets in ivalician tongue.
The Wet Journeys of Mareen, Prologue: The First Hunt
The bangaa and seeq were just as jaunty as ever, ignoring the academic nu mou, the viera was naturally of little words, the moogle chocobo-handler busy handling the birds with only the hume to throw a few energetic sentences back to mareen.
Kickaha Flies a Kite
There was always the moogle, but well it was always impossible to identify who or what he was except by luck so he was out. as he went down the list of other possible candidates he slowly realized he was going to have to choose a solo activity.