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A thick musk fills the air as a tawny, broad, long paw slams into the ground and sends tremors issuing through the wolven city. The sheer size of the tiger foot fills the air with moisture, creating an artificial humidity that leaves the tiny lupines struggling to breath below. Broad, powerful toes flex into the ground while the tiger stands above and simply watches the effect his feet have on the tiny wolves, enjoying the fact that he's barely done anything and yet two large city blocks lay decimated beneath his pads with a few homes and, likely, unfortunate wolves spared between the thickly-scented area between his toes. He stands there for a moment longer, wriggling his toes, causing the land beneath his feet to buckle and crumble beneath his power and leaving the lupines between his toes to be mired in sweat while they choke on stagnant air around his feet.

The tiger yawns boredly after a while, picking his right foot up, finally allowing fresh air to grace the noses of the hundreds that'd been left between his toeprints. Unfortunately, this means that paw shifts through the air, aiming for another large block of the city. Below, thousands of wolves either run blindly; hoping to somehow escape the coming wall of sole, or stare upwards, getting a good look at the dirty, sweatty, black pads hovering overhead. Those who stare can see how easily the foot encompasses the sky, stretching out for what seems like forever in all directions and leaving very little light to shine through except for nearby the very edges of the foot in the distance. The air pressure in the area begins to rise and the oppressive musk of the tiger's paw finally slams down onto the miniature lupines beneath the foot, leaving all of them to cringe and cover their noses. To them, the tiger seemed to move more slowly, seeming to purposefully tease the last few seconds of their existence by reminding them of how tiny they are in comparison. A single wolf would not even reach 25% of the way up the tiger's toe.

The ground trembles once again, the entire city quaking as the tiger's foot comes down and wipes those wolves from existence, leaving them flattened into the ground or stuck to his solepad and forcing a gust of wind to rush out over areas of the city surrounding his foot, carrying his musk as well as a destructive, building-shattering force that does just as much damage as his stomp did. For at least a mile, wolves are easily tossed from their feet by the gust of wind and buildings shatter and crumble around them, falling and crashing into the roads and blocking off what would have been escape routes. Two single steps from the feline had already done this much damage. The wind calms after a while, and survivors dig themselves out of the wreckage while the feline calmly stands above, still purring loudly, enjoying the destruction his mere feet cause.

"Damned canines." He chuckles to himself. "What's the matter? A couple toes too powerful? Not gonna fight back?" He taunts from above, bringing his left paw up this time and shifting it over an untouched section of city to, very simply, wriggle his toes. The effect is sweat, buildings, and various clumps of buildup raining down over the heads of those below, crashing into homes, wolves, roads, cars... and either miring them in hot, musky droplets of sweat, crushing them beneath pieces of earth and concrete, or leaving them struggling beneath a mixture of both. This time, no one dares watch. They only flee as the toes wriggle overhead and, though the effect is much less destructive than the stomping, many are still left helpless or handicapped from the side-effects of the tiger's wriggling, looming toes.

It all ends when another crash echoes throughout the land. This time, though, the entire city meets its end. A wind and musk completely different from the tiger's bowls over buildings, homes, and wolves. Buildings explode from the power of the wind alone, nevermind the quake the comes behind it. Those wolves who are fast might get a good smell of the musk before being torn to shreds from the power of the wind and the quake. It smells distinctly of mouse.

The tiger flails, easily knocked from his feet and onto the now leveled ground. What used to be a sprawling city is now flattened beneath his body... But he's not the one who did it. He groans and sits up slowly, rubbing his head to figure out just what'd happened. Upon staring upwards, he catches an eyeful of pink mountain standing above him, towering high into the sky. Beyond that mountain, he can see the glimpses of a face high above, almost as if he were staring at a god. "Heheh, I guess the alpha wolf was right." The mouse's voice echoes throughout the sky, leaving the once mega-sized tiger to tremble. "Wh-who are you!?" The tiger growls, starting to back away from those mountainous, pink structures he now recognizes at the mouse's toes.

He'd been a full one or two thousand feet tall easily but this behemoth of a mouse had to be miles upon miles tall. The pink toes wriggle into the ground and the mouse simply watches as the tiger is bounced around, thrown over the earth by the mouse's mere toewriggles, left to try and cling to remnants of the city or whatever land-features he can find to keep from being blown away by the power behind that rodent's digits.

"I'm your god." The mouse says very simply before shifting his foot foreward what seems like only a few inches to him and letting a single toe rise above the tiger. The feline watches in horror as the toe fills his sky, dirt and sweat raining down from the bottom of it; oppressive heat and musk filling the air around him and leaving him to hyperventilate... He stands to try and run, to escape to safety but he can't. The heat is too great and his lungs aren't getting enough air. The simple proximity of the mouse's toe made him helpless; he couldn't hope to outrun this mouse much less fight him. He feels something heavy and warm slam onto his back, causing him to exhale quickly when he hits the ground from its weight. He vomits and coughs from the pressure, heat, and sickness coming over his prone body but it doesn't seem like the mouse stepped on him. It's now that he realizes a truth that leaves him without motivation to fight: A mere droplet of sweat had fallen onto him, splashed over his fur and left him both soaked and thoroughly beaten. Indeed, simply being nearby the mouse's toe was enough to leave him at the rodent's mercy. The shadow around him grows and light is extinguished as the mouse's toe comes down. Another pressure, this one much heavier, bares down on the little tiger and everything goes black.

The mouse giggles as he taps his toe over the ground once. It wasn't even a rough tap... just a little brush of the ground. He lifts his toe and peers at the earth beneath it, barely able to make out the red splotch created by the tiger's frame.

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"So he did what we suspected he'd do?" A wolf smiles, settled down next to a white mouse who nods softly, rolling a marble between his fingers.

"Yep. Despite all their talk, the cats still feel plenty entitled to their supposed superiority." The mouse grins a little bit, peering more closely at the marble now, at the world contained within it. "Too bad, if he'd passed the test then we might've grown their species back up. Perhaps even allow more of them the honor of being tall enough to rub our feet effectively." The mouse says with a light chuckle.

"It'll never happen." The alpha shrugs to himself, leaning to pull the mouse to his side, cuddling with the much thinner, lithe body of the rodent. "At least we know the city simulation works. He never knew the difference, eh? Thought he was really crushing my species into the ground? Puuh, just for that I should leave one of their planet marbles between my toes for a few weeks."

"Why not do it anyway?" The mouse grins, grabbing another marble from his pocket and handing it to the wolf alpha. "Plenty of cats to go around, after all. S'long as they keep growing in population we'll just make more planet marbles." The alpha smirks and takes the marble and both he and the mouse pull the boots off. Toes splay and the tiny marbles are settled in the deep, musky crevice between. The felines' world go dark and they begin to cower, figuring they've angered the gods again... A great heat fills both worlds and darkness encompasses everything as the mouse and wolf close their toes and leave their feline servants to cower and bask in their toemusk. Fortunately, the glass of the marble protected the tiny feline worlds from being damaged -too- much. Those felines within the marbles would simply continue making sacrifices and praying to the unseen gods for deliverance from their musky, humid fate. A request that would, of course, fall on deaf ears.