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Nymph: Wiping out the Mauraders

tumblr_mkx0t5gi9m1rrsjf4o1_500I stayed in the crampt cottage overnight and it has given me time to really think… lets see… hrm-hee I need to formulate a new plan so I can rebuild my home, restore what was mine, and lastly, live in peace and quiet. 

Unfortunately I can no longer give my trust to the human species. Searching for companionship through humans is no longer a wise thing for me to partake in. They are far too dangerous, destructive, and are the epitomy of pure-er malevolence. Not even little children can be trusted. They must be destroyed. Wiped from the whole plan of existance. 

However… I must say… Humans make delightfully good meals. Oh hrm huh, excuse me! I’m slobbering in delight at the thought… yes, yes. After I meticulously skinned the man who lived in that small cottage, I ate his eternal organs and my good god they were delicious… Human organs taste better than skinned rabbits, raccoons, squirrels, bear, fish eyes, frogs, and deer.

I realize now that solitude is not such a bad thing afterall. I can now relate to the forest critters now. I now know why they run away from men. This could also be why I could not find any simple Nymphs much like myself. Maybe they’re all dead because of… NO! Get-get-get-get-get that thought out of my head! They’re now trying to brainwash me… what a shame…

With that, here is my plan… step 1: return to the forest, step 2: rebuild and restore my home, step 3: devour all muaraders (all humans as well as anyone who gets in my way), step 4: find my Nymph bretheren. Before I depart, I found something that might help protect me on my journey, perhaps even scare away muarders who wish to get in my way. Oh yes, yes, yes… a disguise to lure them in for a meal or two wouldn’t hurt… or perhaps for other things… oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yessssssss… The Nymphy human scarecrow. 

Tee-Heehee! I found an old wicker basket, raggedy clothing and Oh! REAL human hair that leftover from that vile human in the cottage. Ohhhhh yes, yes, yes… perfect. Hrm-hee!

Hm… I have the feeling I’m being watched and I’m not even a mile into the desolate forest. It’s making an odd squeaking sound. Is it a mouse? Rat? Rabbit? Dying bird? No… it sounds like something even better, and I know exactly where it is! Hahaha… just my day… couldn’t get any more perfect than this. Yessssssss….


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The Nymph: Finding What Was Lost

0ee413b053150f22a7d0e25afd1c4fa1So… that anonymous trip to the human’s house went quite well I must say.

I found that he was one of the vile marauders that came and destroyed my lovely abode within the dark trees.

Well… belongings are belongings right? They can be replaced if needed be.

I’ll build a home in a much more secluded location…

Secluded… freestanding… mine…. away from those sick fucks.

Those sick fucks…. they disassembled my home branch by branch, stone by stone, stole and destroyed my possessions, and burnt all of what made me, me to a crisp. 

Hey… I had a tendency to maybe uh… go along with instinct of wanting blood more than company… Maybe… *hic*… I wanted more than just company just despite the fact I was so lonely.

You know I do enjoy the furry ones in the forest, but there is only so much I can do with them.

I catch them and they try to run, then they die… rejection leads to consequences, get eaten… well I have to eat from time to time, or eventually make a lovely piece for my abode. But here’s the thing about humans… you can do all kinds of stuff with them! 

Sure, they may still run, but most of the time they’re here to stay because they are just so easy to fool and catch. They live a lot longer than some of the furry ones… hell, I’ve had some stay alive with me for years and years… but only if I choose for them to. 

Plus, humans have all of these interesting objects that furry ones do not. Clothes for one thing and some of them wear these weird looking garments in their hair, fingers, toes, necks, or other parts of the body. Some of them even carry these things with interesting looking containers that remind me of the skins of the furry ones. 

Well… I collected a lot of those over the years. They grow more and more unique as time goes one! I love my rare finds and treasures. Oh! I almost forgot to mention that my find with the vile marauder turned out to be a wise investment. I know how to make slings for over my shoulder that I can use to carry whatever treasures I may find. The pelt of a human is not too shabby to use when making these slings…. 

Not too shabby at all….

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The Nymph: Tendencies

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I’ve grown ever so tired from being a lonely being in a lonely forest.

My abode has been desecrated by those who hate me and want to take my life.

Tagged, ripped apart, looted, and then down to the ground in ashes overnight.

I lost all of my humanoid trophies and possessions from the fire.

Nothing left to comfort me during my lonely nights.

My precious cadavers, teeth, hair, skin, eyes, entrails, everything is gone.

I have left it all behind after it was burnt to the ground.

I made an important discovery which might lead to my future success of ending this torment.

A gravel like dirt path, one that has very recent tread marks on it. 

So I followed the path by night for it is my primal time.

After a night of traveling on foot I made a new discovery…

Ah and just a few hours before sunrise… I found something! A place of dwelling! A rather small one I would say, and it sits up on the ground too and not below… huh.

Some of the lighting still appears to be on and one of the windows is cracked open.

Oooooohhh! I can’t wait to meet my new trop- er friend-companion, yes.

I gentle morph the frame of my body so I can slide in without making a single sound.

I entered into a dimly lit room… it was odd and had many pearly white and shiny reflective surfaces.

Ah! Look at this! It appears to be a relatively young man lying in bed, resting for the night.

I tiptoe with glee and jump directly onto his tender stomach.

Ohhhh he must be MINE!!!!

His skin… his hair… his eyes… his lips, teeth, oh so perfect.

Perfect structure, perfect posture, perfect everything.

I cannot wait for you to enter my world dear friend… but this time things are going to be different.

I won’t let you live now that I have you within my hands.

I wish for company that is long dead, like me… but still so perfect.

Preservation, tender care, embalming, and worshipping these humanoid beings is key.

My tendencies is to embalm and re-create the human structures to be something of mine.

You will come with me so we can trap others my beautiful one.

Come with me my dear one… this will be fun.

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Nymph

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I wish you’d see what I’d see.

Don’t you see?

I’m just a nymph.

A lonely nymph that everyone runs away from.

It doesn’t matter if its a bird, deer, rabbit, human, or any other critter….

They all just run away from me.

But why?

Why do you run from me?

Maybe its the way I look.

I have not been able to see my reflection for over one hundred years now.

I look at the water from time to time, only to find no reflection.

Why do I have no reflection?

My hands always feel so cold, but everything I touch feels warm.

But I’m not dead, am I?

I don’t crave blood, nor guts from anyone or anything.

I just wish for love, compassion, and company from others.

You see?

This is why I have you here now.

I’m lonely and am so tired of it.

Just some company with you is all I could ever ask for.

I had to tie you down to a tree stump near a hollow cave with which I reside in.

I’m sorry, but I just did not want anyone to run away from me anymore.

You thought about it as you cowered in fear as I interrupted you making love to your partner.

When I saw you from afar, I thought to myself how pretty you looked.

Your long, black hair, green eyes, fine skin, and a gentle sweet smell of something I cannot describe.

I just wanted to spend time with you, I’m truly sorry for harming your partner.

You see though, he got in my way. So I had to end his life just for you to take a little bit of time from yours.

So, now its just you and me. Isn’t that great?

Why do you keep cowering in fear over me? Why does everyone scream, cower, or run from me?

What did I do to deserve this?

Since you don’t want to spend time with me, I’ll have to go find someone else to spend time with.

I’ll gladly add you to my collection.

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