Moombas generally possess red fur-covered bodies. Standing at about a meter in height, they get around by running or walking on all fours, but can stand on their hind legs when stationary. Their paws are oversized in comparison to their bodies. Each possessing sharp claws which, coupled with sharp teeth, can be used for defense. They are unable to speak human language as a whole, but can be taught to speak individual words.
Moombas mainly use expressive body language to convey their meaning to humans, but have no difficulty communicating with other Moombas and Shumi in more animalistic sounds. Moombas can recognize people by smelling or licking their blood.
"Did you not see their noble features? Their gem-like eyes revealing innocence? Their bright red hair symbolizing passion? Their spectacular hair signifying power! Their soothing, adorable cries! Their mighty hands with incredible strength! Their proud postures demanding respect!" -a sculptor's quote of Shumi village-
Walking around on all fours, his tail would sway left to right enjoying the start of the day. The feeling of the air brushing against his fur, the sun bringing a shine to his fur. His eyes looking up at the sky watching the clouds slowly make there way to the west, soon sitting on the sand. He was a slave of the Galbadia's Prison fixing the equipment of the soldiers, and the electronics of the prison. The enjoyment of the day was soon destroyed as a wrench would swirl in the air and hitting the Moomba in the head. A annoyed angry voice shouted out, "GET TO WORK!" it was a solider as the Moomba would squeak out in pain.
Rubbing his head with his paws as it hurt, his gentle eyes began to tear up. His paws grabbed the wrench placing it into his mouth, ran on all fours to the door behind the solider. Stopping at the door as it opened, quickly running in before the soldiers foot could kick him for being outside when it was time for work. Running past other moomba`s working on machinary and the building on this massive prison. The Galbadia's prison was large in stature, it was a free moving prison. Meaning it moved from one place to another, making it a hard place to escape and another hard place to infuriate. It was a prison where they kept the ones unwanted, getting back to where he stopped working to go look outside for a moment. There was a guard with a large whip gripping it in his hand, watching the moomba's as they worked.
The moomba soon skidded a bit along the floor as his claws dug into the steal floor under him stopping. The guard held up the whip, before flicking it around snapping it along the Moomba’s face making his skin under his fur crack along the length of the whip. After years of working in the prison, he had been stricken with that whip many times a day when he deserved it and when he didn't. His short muzzle was covered in pieces of fur that wouldn't grow back as they were scars from being whipped. He was taught to walk on two legs so he could carry boxes, and other things around in the prison. He didn't like walking on two legs, but it grew on him as he would sometimes walk on his hind legs, but never around any soldiers or guards that didn't need him. Around his neck was a collar that the guards had on him with a name tag, in bronze lettering would be the name ‘Tinker’
One guard had given to him that name for being one of the few moomba's still alive and working on the prison. After the fall of the prison however, he found himself walking around aimlessly soon, sitting down upon a mound of sand. He panted feeling the ground beneath him shaking, tumbling off of the top of the mound sliding down the sand upon his stomach. Making a exhausted squeak upon, before seeing a shadow coming from behind him. The shadow began growing up into the air slowly turning his head seeing the head of a Abyss worm staring back at him. Its body swirling around aggravated by the moomba`s actions for its mound. Its head lifted from the mound coiling up in the air, before swinging its body towards him. Hopping up to his paws jumping away to dodge away from the attack. It had been a bit late to react as such as he get smacked upon his torso, tossing him back to the ground with a hard thud into the sand. Landing upon his back which smacked the box against his back as well giving the pain of the fall more pain than he wanted to embrace.
Growling in his throat, rolling onto his feet slowly stepping back and away from the worm, not wanting anymore from it just wanting to get out of the desert. Watching as the worm began to coil back up again. He bolted away not wanting to be hit again from the worm. The worm stayed coiled for a moment before returning to the mound making the ground shake around the mound and then in the distance. Other mounds began showing up as he was fleeing for his life. How many were coming after him, he didn't know nor did he want to stay to find out. His paws moved as fast as they could in any direction that was pointed away from the mounds. The weather was becoming to be against him as well, as a swirling sand storm came crossing his path closing his eyes. Diving into the storm head first his body pelted with the sand below him. He continued moving his paws, soon not feeling anything under them as his head rammed into a Belhelmel's flat surface as it was still in the air, behind it was a Blood Soul cowering behind it to get protection from the sandstorm. The blades still swirling around its head, as it held a smiling face but with its eyes closed, looking upon them both. He was amazed to see the companionship of the two different, but were together at the same time.
Taking advantage of the sandstorm and hid behind the Belhelmel's shield like body, keeping low to the ground so he hoped not to be noticed by the two. The howling winds began calming down peeking out from behind the Belhelmel's body as a Cactaur came bouncing in on the wind. Coward behind the Belhelmel's body even more hoping not to be noticed, before long he felt a stinging sensation upon his paw. Small needle like quails were covering up his front paws. The small Cactaur was throwing its needles against the Belhelmel, and the blood soul as it came out of hiding in the sandstorm. The Belhelmel's body soon moved back and forth in the air swaying back and forth as if dodging the attack from the Cactaur. Leaving him open for the attacks, the blood soul opening its mouth spewing up a black cloud that moved towards the Cactaur. The face upon the Belhelmel had changed into a angry face, from the happy face it held before. Making note of the change and from the battle right in front of him he wanted no part in it, high tailing it the other way as the winds soon died down enough for him to open his eyes to see where he was going battered and exhausted making his way around the desert. It took him a few days of dodging and fleeing from other animals both large and powerful.
He carried a small box with him, where ever he went strapped to his back covering up a small patch of fur. After the desert he could look out at the green grass that seemed to go on forever. The grass feeling soft, and cool different from the hot rocky sand of the desert sitting down at the edge of one and the beginning of the other. He curled his toes on one side, then curled his other toes on the other side. the difference of which it sounded, and the feeling of the grass was more relaxing and inviting than the sand. Twitching of his ears at the new noises, it had been a long while since he had heard of anything like it.
Walking upon all fours as the box upon his back would sway back and forth as his weight shifted. It didn't take him long until he found himself in a forest the trees he looked at in wonder and amazement. Coming close to one, he used his claws to poke soon trying to move the tree. It was sturdy and the rough bark on the outside was damp, as the ground beneath him was damp as well. Lowering his head sniffing the ground as he began lapping up from a small puddle he had found under a leave that was dripping water down from the sky. His tongue lapping up the water seeming like forever, since he had anything to drink.
His enjoyment was interrupted as his face was forced down into the puddle, the mud and muck sticking to his muzzle. Squeaking as his limbs flailed about, before pulling his head out of the water. Gasping for air, and growling quickly looking around for who ever or whatever pushed his head in the water. His heart pounding vigorously nothing was around, as he stayed where he was for a moment. Shaking and pawing off the mud from his muzzle. His eye was closed with his paw over his muzzle pushing off the mud, 'tweet' a sound came from above. Freezing for a moment at the new noise, 'tweet' once again it sounded. His eye shot open looking over his paw as if he was hiding behind it and camouflaged with the tree behind him. He couldn't see anything where was this sound coming, slowly lifting his ears up to listen more intently. 'TWEET' his ears shot back to his head, looking up as perched upon his head was a chocobo.
It was a baby chocobo its feathers matted, sticking out here and there. Comfortably standing upon his head before he growled and began shaking his head. The feet of the chocobo was out of balance, moving around back and forth before falling off his head and tweeting with distress running around in circles upon the ground. Ears shooting up watching this small chocobo tweeting with such distress about being upon the ground. Lifting up his paw agitated upon the baby chocobo pressing it down upon the ground the sound stopped. Blinking his eyes in disbelief before lifting his paw after a while before the chocobo would run around upon the ground once again tweeting with distress. Standing back up on his paws walking away from the chocobo knowing that the bigger chocobo's would soon be coming to protect this small chocobo.
The tweeting stopped, once he was leaving his ears almost couldn't believe it. After a moment turning his head to see what the chocobo was doing now. He seen no chocobo upon the ground, but seen it laying upon the top of his box on his back. Growling and squeaking at the baby to get off, the only response he got was a content tweet. Growling as he now had a chocobo that wouldn't leave him alone, wondering where were the adult chocobo's at. He had been around adult chocobo's a few times, when it was his turn to feed the chocobo's at the prison.
His body was tired from all the running and fighting, he had been through. Looking around with awe still amazed at the forest he was in now. Thinking it may be good to find a place to lay down, even for just a moment or two. 'Tweet' he heard from his back, huffing through his nose as he looked at a tree for a moment looking up seeing it was a large tree the moss covering the base of the tree, and all along its limbs. Tail swaying back and forth as his claws gently began digging at the soil under his paws. Before another tweet was heard he pounced as far as he could against the tree, from there he began hopping to each limb of the tree. A few times almost missing the limb and scrapping with his claws climbing up the tree until he reached the top of the tree.
Looking around as he seen far into the distance the plains, hills and mountain were all he could see the colors in the horizon was breath taking. The swirling purples with a hazy orange danced around on the horizon. His ears lowered at the sight 'has it been so long?' he thought to himself staring at the colors and the scenery all around him. The chocobo upon his back would hop its way onto his head shifting and scooting a bit as it laid down upon his head between his ears. Lowering his brow as the moment had been ruined by the chocobo, soon lashing his head back making the chocobo hop off his head and fluttering its wings around trying to fly for a moment until clinching onto a branch of the tree.
Grabbing a limb from another tree as he began tying them together making a hammock upon the tops of the trees. He had to hurry as his light was growing dim, as time went by the progress upon his bed had soon been complete. He had done the same while in the prison when he hid from the guards having his own spot to rest. The other moomba's would occasionally rest with him as well, some even took turns resting in the spot when one of them was sick. Finishing the bed, gripping the box from his back and placed it upon its side as he curled up around it sitting his head down upon the cold box.
Patiently waiting as the chocobo had hopped, and climbed up into the bed. Fluffing up its feathers makings itself look bigger cuddled up to the side of his belly and plopped down beside him resting with him in the bed he had made. At the base of the trees the forest's noises would continue as monsters, and beasts continued roaming all along the ground of the forest through the night.
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