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Little Girls should not be out so late. (Strings & freakykinkyfuta)

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The Forest at night is not a safe place to be, once the sun has set and the only light you can see comes from a lantern or a torch you know that you are not in a safe place, cause you can never tell what is lurking in just out side of the light, cause the darkness hides all sort off horror.

Like the nameless one that was stalking the wood's this very night, she was searching for pray, some poor soul that was too foolish to listen to the warning that you never enter the woods and night.

Now she was not the only predator out that night, but she was the most powerful one, none of the lesser creatures would dare get involved in her hunt or try to steal her pray, some of them even worried that maybe one day they would become her next target, an they were right to thing that, cause if she like the scent she caught, not mater if it was man or beast, she would have it and make it her own.

An then there it was the smell of youth, an female, maybe even a virgin, she could not have found a better victim for the night. So the hunt began, as she made her way towards the smell of innocents.
 
With_Out_strings said:
The Forest at night is not a safe place to be, once the sun has set and the only light you can see comes from a lantern or a torch you know that you are not in a safe place, cause you can never tell what is lurking in just out side of the light, cause the darkness hides all sort off horror.

Like the nameless one that was stalking the wood's this very night, she was searching for pray, some poor soul that was too foolish to listen to the warning that you never enter the woods and night.

Now she was not the only predator out that night, but she was the most powerful one, none of the lesser creatures would dare get involved in her hunt or try to steal her pray, some of them even worried that maybe one day they would become her next target, an they were right to thing that, cause if she like the scent she caught, not mater if it was man or beast, she would have it and make it her own.

An then there it was the smell of youth, an female, maybe even a virgin, she could not have found a better victim for the night. So the hunt began, as she made her way towards the smell of innocents.


Alice, 16, was a young adventurer. She grew up hearing the tales of the danger in the woods, learning that that was why no one ever left the town. Alice was sad, stuck in this village for her whole life, with no chance to explore. And so, she vowed to be the one who ends the menace of the creature in the woods. She set out that morning to get deep enough to find it once the night fell. And now, it has, an Alice could not even see her hand in front of her face without the aid of her lantern.
 
Nameless soon was near the Girl, she was young, attractive and totally an her mercy. it would be too easy to attack her as she was right now, there was no fun to be had, but to toy with her, that was another matter.

Under the cover of the darkness she sent a number on her Tentacle across the ground, many of them block her path and she would clearly trip over them in this darken forest. an once she was upon the ground she steal the young adventurer weapons, leaving her defenseless to her next attack.
 
Alice foolishly adventured further in to the woods, and the price she paid was being turned around by the tentacles, tripped up and robbed of her weapons. She was so naive, that she didn't even know exactly what was going on, she merely though she was just clumsy and she had dropped some supplies. Her lantern went out in the fall, and she fumbled in the dark to find her lost weapons.
 
Nameless was able to see clearly in the black of night, she though i was best to maybe toy with the girl, she took the lantern with one of her tentacles and made sure to keep it out of reach of the girl, an every time she move towards it, she move it away again.

But she not only did that, but ever once in a while, one of her tentacles would run up across her to startle her, each time the the touch would become more and more inappropriate. starting at her feet, then upwards.

this was all a game to Nameless, an once she could smell fear off the girl she would only then strike.
 
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