MithraPride

Every fall, Santa Claws and her tiny Taru helpers harvest the magic catnip fields. They spend the next three months sewing catnip toys for good little Mithra everywhere.

On December 25th, having trimmed her RSE with white fur, Santa Claws fires off her own personal Onmiwarp spell to visit those good little Mithra girls no mater where in the globe they are or on what server they reside.

Mithra everywhere await her arival, having set out bowls of milk and plates of mice with their noses all in a perfect row and their little tails lined up just so.

Enjoy the Catnip you so richly deserve kitties. But remember, no one can be good enough that Santa Claws will bring her a Male Mithra.

I personally have never even been good enough for the action figure.

Oh, Santa Claws! I've been such a good little kitty this year! (Except for the time this kitten lost her mittens, not my fault ) But I have been good, just ask all those new players I helped out. I even sponsored a little orphaned Taru child this year. I’ve even been nice to my moogle who has a drug addiction. Instead of throwing him out into the streets I got him on a program to keep troubled moogles off the dope. And this one time, an evil little Taru was jumping on my tail and instead of eating him, like I normally do, I gave him a pat on the head, a few gil, and sent him on his way. Oh, I’ve also been saving mice all year in my freezer, just for you! (Don’t worry; they’ll be thawed out by the time you get here ) Even though you can not give me a male mithra . . . umm . . . how about some addresses of where some live? If not that’s okay, the cat nip toy is more then I deserve.

-Dukuji, the nicest kitten in all of Sandy

indeed Dukuji has been a nice kitty this year Santa Claws! I've seen her hehe. Take it from me, the honest and good natured mithra dragoon on Remora (covers her lil horns with her hair a lil more) that Dukuji has been a swell kitty this year

Ambrey wrote: indeed Dukuji has been a nice kitty this year Santa Claws! I've seen her hehe. Take it from me, the honest and good natured mithra dragoon on Remora (covers her lil horns with her hair a lil more) that Dukuji has been a swell kitty this year

Yes! A witness! I'll be knocking on those male mithra's doors before the end of the year . . . I mean, playing with my new catnip surprise . . .

Gather 'round and I shall tell the tale of Santaru.

Wait a minute..... isnt Santaru that lil sh*t that crapped in my stocking last year!? er, wait.... that was my moogle just seen last years christmas picture and noticed thats how my moogle got his black eye

wait..

was i supposed to eat the taru in the santa outfit that came into my house last year around this time?, he had a giant bag with lots of givfts in it, and was very very tastey....

oh dear...

i ate santaru...

Nivez wrote:i ate santaru...

Meh . . . don't worry, they all taste about the same to me. I'm sure Santaru tasted no different.

Did he taste like selbina milk and acorrrn cookies?

mm cookies... can i have one? and yes ive been a nice kitten this year

I've been a good kitten, too!

-- Sarah

Me too met too,

Dear Santa Claws please don't forget this kitty.
I have been a good kitty,

Luv Shirai

Prrsha wrote:Did he taste like selbina milk and acorrrn cookies?

mostly just like old stale tarutaru, he wasnt the freshest one ive ever eaten, but he decent enough to eat, plus i was hungry...

*tosses Nivez into a lake of sulphur* What a naughty cat! Anyway, Santaru is fine and well and inedible. Santaru also does not deliver gifts to kitties who plot his demise or compare his possible taste to that of other Tarus. He instead sets appointments with the Vetaru for a very special surgical procedure that is particular to females.

Is that why he's so jolly?

Prier uses power of hugs for Santaru

Prier wrote:Prier uses power of hugs for Santaru

*puts in a good word for Miss Prier*

'Twas the night before Mithramas, in every mog house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The leggings were hung by the moogle with care,
In hopes that St. Gwynn soon would be there;

The Mithrra were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of tarukabobs danced in their heads;
And mamma in her hairpin, and I in my red cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out in the zone there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, there i cast {flash},
It tore open the shutters and blew up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day, set objects aglow,
When, what did my wondering eyes see down below,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny chocobo,

With a little mithra driver, so agile and thin,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Gwynn.
More rapid than Dragons her coursers they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the outpost! to the top of the wall!
Now {flee} away! {flee} away! {flee} away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the mog house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Gwynn too

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Gwynn came with a bound.

She was dressed in RSE, from her head to her foot,
And her clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on her back,
And she looked like a peddler just opening her gobbiepack.

Her eyes -- how they twinkled! her dimples how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!
Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the ears on her head were crested with snow;

The stump of a pipe she held tight in her teeth,
And the smoke it encircled her head like a wreath;
She had a small face and a tight little belly,
And a tail that shook, when she laughed, like a maze jelly.

She was slight and lithe, the great Santa Claws,
And I laughed when I saw her, I gave not a pause;
A wiggle of her ears and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all the leggings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
And giving a {/nod}, up the chimney she rose;

She sprang to her sleigh, to her team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, ere she drove out of sight,
"HAPPY MITHRAMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"

That's pretty gewd.

Cool story

personally santa claws is gonna bring me a whole crop of elemental ores... OR ELSE....

Actually i'm going to be harvesting those on the 26th.

Wow! Nice!

^_^

Not bad at all, what kitty doesnt liek Mithramas?

All i want for Mithramas is my RSE2...
My RSE2...My RSE2
All i want for Mithramas is my RSE2...
So i can purrrr a Merry Mithramas!

Oooh, it's almost here, i'm so exited Santa Claws leave something nice for me under the tree and i'll leave some nice stuff fore you Dont matter which tree you put it under i'm sure i'll enjoy it

I've been an this year and have been helping out anyone i could and will continue to do so!

Time for a seasonal bump.

Tsybil wrote:Time for a seasonal bump.

Couldn't agree more!

Merry christmas in advance

Oh that cool poem was posted a year ago

Santa Claws distributed drugs to everyone, hmm...

Santa Claws is coming yay!
Aony remind me about the gifts im supposed to get, tonight is my last night on FF befor I leave... I wont get too give Santa Claws her mices when she gets to my moghouse! The shame...