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       Mistress looked at all of us, glared at each of us in turn with her unique fiery glare. I don't know what was so wrong. All we had been doing was singing.
We don't usually sing; that might be the source of her irritation. Sometimes we gather in a small wooded hollow, and we whisper to each other, taking turns back and forth, inventing verses of nonsense.  We do this while Mistress is not around; we love her, although sometimes she asks as though she's a complete ass to us. She's too dominant and proud. We love her, but there are some things we do together when she's away.
But she had been off looking for food, and we were left to wait. What else were we supposed to do, twiddle our thumbs and keep absolutely quiet while she's away from us? Most of our troupe is relatively young, and asking them to sit still is a wonder onto itself. It's impossible. So it was up to me and Thiessa to keep them from wandering around.
I guess Mistress couldn't get over her jealously. Her halo actually started to burn as she looked at us, becoming luminous and strong. That was a jackass thing for her to do. Most of us can't stand bright light; little Imari actually seized curtains of her long hair and hid herself behind it. I myself turned away when the light of her anger became too strong for my eyes; only Thiessa remained defiant and stared at Mistress with a stubborn look in her eye. I was afraid she'd go so far as to brighten the light of her own halo-I hoped with all my heart that she wouldn't, as that would provoke an epic ass-kicking from Mistress. She was incredibly powerful. That was something we couldn't forget.
Fortunately Thiessa wasn't so bold; she turned away slowly, deliberately, from Mistress's light, and I suspected that it was more out of defeat than actual sensitivity. Shining her light with such intensity was Mistress's way of asserting her dominance; the brighter the light, the stronger the Nymph. I am bright; Thiessa was as well, perhaps brighter than I am; the majority of our small troupe is rather dim and fragile. Sometimes I feel that Mistress is just too damn intense, like the yellow sun.
"C'mon, then," She said in a low voice, turning and flying off among the shadowed boughs, "I've found something , a huge meal for us."
She couldn't affect me with the guilt trip; after all, I had been longing to help with the hunt for a while now, and she refused my assistance. Insisting I was still too young. We both knew that was a feeble lie.
Thiessa took off, along with the other four girls of our troupe, and followed Mistress as she led us to this supposed "huge meal". I hesitated-I don't know why, but the prospect of this meal wasn't very attractive to me for some reason. My heart heavy with an unknown longing, I spread my crimson-tinted wings and took off after my sisters.

                                                  
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        "What's happened?"
"I-I'm not sure."
"I think there's one explanation…"
"Explain, then."
The irate tourist-woman crossed her thin arms imperiously, looking at the youngish tour-guide with a mix of annoyance and expectancy. The tour-guide noted the golden bangles along her arms; he supposed she was ultra rich, and used to subservience and quick responses.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I think that was a dimensional gate. This isn't Mannie's Caves, that's for sure."
"Of course it isn't."  The woman sniffed. "Where are we, then? And why was there a dimensional gate at the entrance to the Caves? If I wanted to cross dimensions I would have gone to Doors at the front of the park!"
The tour-guide sighed and kept himself from rolling his eyes. "Ma'am, that isn't my job to determine where the gates are stationed, I just explain the attractions."
"And we don't know where we are," said another tour-guide, this time a level-headed female, "Our navigation systems are going hay-wire, we strayed too far from the main tower and we have no stable signal." She paused, looking worried. "We sent some guides to back-track to find our way back to the park-but they haven't reported back yet…"
"Ooooh, wow mom!" said a younger, tourist boy excitedly to his mom, "Take off your glasses; it's pitch black, you can't see a thing!"
"Tony, stop that!" The mother scolded, "Put your glasses back on, I don't think we're where we're supposed to be…." And then those two were quiet among the large group of tourists.
The group sat huddled, about 24 of them in all, and every pair of eyes seemed to find Miss Level-Head. She gulped; turning her back on the group, she bent down and consulted her small walkie-talkie. "Hey, Cliff?" She whispered; only now was her real panic in evidence in her voice, "Cliff…This is Cecile speaking….How's the search going? Where are you guys? Over."
Level-Head happily received a light, vacant static.

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It was rather pathetic. No…it was actually quite pitiful. I sensed them far before we reached them; it was a large group of tiny Prey-People , and they just sat there in place, huddled in a small group. A catch like this was too easy; for my sisters, easy enough for them. It was lucky Mistress found them before another predator did-I have to credit her, this was the perfect meal for my sisters.
I was rather bored.
Mistress, in the lead, turned to us when we were nigh on top of the group. "You know what to do," She said to the youngest of us, to Imari, Enyuna, Mura, and Faust, "Like I taught you before….Don't rush down upon them, let them gaze, let them wonder…that's how you'll truly ensnare them…"
And one by one, my sisters disappeared into the heart of their halos, becoming nothing but crimson nimbuses of light. I could hear them giggling faintly in this form; it was rather fun to deceive Prey-People like this, especially if it was true that they couldn't see in this forest. I imagine we would be rather beautiful, then…

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The young Tony-boy was getting rather bored. They had stood in place for hours *roughly 20 minutes* and nothing exciting was happening. His mother behind him seemed fidgety; the people around him were restless, nervous; the old rich hag in the front was stamping her feat impatiently; the tour-guides seemed clueless, and half of them were gone from the group. And no one was telling him anything.
"Mom?" Tony asked, looking up at his mother, but once again she shook her head and brushed him off.
"Not now, Tony."
"But what's happening though?" Tony continued to inquire, but when his mother decided not to answer, he stamped his foot on the ground and verbally growled. "Mom, why won't you tell me anything? What's going on? Why did we have to get off the tram-" Tony paused; he had been looking up at his mother, who was a rather tall, substantial woman-and little Tony looked past his mother's form, up into the canopies of the forest, and saw something truly amazing.
He pushed his night-vision goggles up onto his forehead; up above the group were about half a dozen twinkling red lights, falling from the canopy like windswept snowflakes. They just floated down lightly, winking brighter and dimmer periodically, and Tony grabbed onto his mother's cardigan and gripped it tight.
"Mom."
"Tony what did I tell you? Be quiet and behave!"
"No mom, seriously."
"I'm warning you young man! Leave me alone this instant."
"Mom, look up."
"What's this?"
"Look up."
He pointed up, dazed and hypnotized by the lights; a few surrounding group members followed the woman's lead and looked up at where the young boy was pointing. There was a chorus of "Oooh's" and "Aaah's" and "Well look at that…'s" and pretty soon everyone's neck was craned, looking up as the red nimbuses of light settled down upon the group, and started to spin lightly around them, like a carousel.
Only Mr. Youngish-Guide and Miss Level-Head where the only ones who were not yet entranced by this phenomenon.  
"Um, please people," Said Miss Level-Head, as most of the tourists took off their goggles to fully appreciate the beauty of the red lights, "Please, I think we should get out of this area; we don't know what these creatures are, they could be dangerous-"
"Aww…"
Miss Level-Head shuddered, hearing a low, husky woman's voice; she turned on the spot, and was surprised, horrified to see a strange woman kneeling at the edge of the group. Apparently no one had noticed her either; most of the tourists took their attention away from the red lights to look at this stranger. Probably the strangest stranger anyone of that group had ever seen.
Her ears were long and elven, her skin was smooth and dark as obsidian stone, and her eyes burned with a furious crimson glare that was only matched by the two antennae that extended from her blazing red hair. And the glowing nimbus that she kneeled in.
"You're leaving us so soon?" The woman asked in her mesmerizing, masculine voice; she gestured to the nimbuses that surrounded the group. They seemed to be steadily edging closer to the tourists. With a jolt, Miss Level-Head realized that those were probably more women.
"Uh-uhm…" Level-Head shuddered under the serious stare of the strange woman--there was no hint of the seductive playfulness in her expression that was so evident in her voice-her face of stone cold and void of any emotion. "I'm sorry…Miss….But we really need to get going, where not from this area-"
"But we don't want you to leave," The lady continued, and all around more black-skinned women began to appear in those red nimbuses; young and giggling gaily, their curvaceous forms seemed to draw every male eye as they moved toward the group. "You just got here-and we're so terribly lonely. Why not stay for a chat? For a bite to eat maybe?"
There was an outcry of laughter from the other assembled nymphs-there was a shriek from a few of the tourists, and Mr. Youngish Guide, his wonder and slight excitement turning to pure terror as the enchanting women started to grow; they began to tower above the group, and when the first screaming tourist was lifted off the ground all hell broke loose. The tourists scattered, but this only provoked the now-colossal women into more giddy laughter; for one thing, the tourists forgot to put their night-vision goggles back on, so many of them ran into nearby trees and roots. The young women easily plucked the doomed vacationers from the forest floor, and Miss Level-Head, who was ill-fortuned to stand there in shock and horror and witness it all, looked into the face of the red-haired woman who remained kneeled before her, still human-sized, her stoic face breaking out into a manic, amused grin.
"Welcome to the neighborhood."

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"Did you hear that?"
The lone, stranded tour-guide, Mr. Seasoned-and-Experienced, looked far beyond the trees of the forest, where he thought he heard distant screaming. His heart jolted at the sound; it lasted for maybe 40 seconds before all was still and quiet once again. It made him nervous. Incredibly nervous.
"E'y, did you hear that, man?" Mr. S-a-E said, taking a step forward and peering around the underbrush. "That screamin' ….I gotta bad feeling about this, man. Sends chills down my spine…E'y Jay? Ryan? "
He looked behind him; he was sure that both "Jay" and "Ryan" were following right behind him, having already established that it was most wise to stay together in a tight-knitted group. But apparently that plan of defense did little to jack-shit; his heart froze in his chest, as there was no evidence at all that there had been two other grown men following along behind him.
Fortunately for Mr. S-a-E, he didn't have to worry himself over it too long. In the blink of an eye, S-a-E was lifted off his feet in a furious swipe, caught, though he did not know it, in the giant palm of a colossal woman; he was brought to her lips, and all S-a-E knew was a harsh glare of red light and the slick feel of the woman's long, mauve tongue sliding along his body…
..And then there was absolute darkness…
…and acid

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        I decided not to go along with my sisters; it felt too easy and wrong for me to accept a meal when I knew I could do much better. It seemed lazy.
Fortunately for me, however, I was able to sense three stragglers from the group; three full grown, healthy males, and one with a slight layer of marbling. I licked my lips then when I realized this tastier catch.
I broke away from my troupe and headed as fast as I could for this new find; they stayed close together, much too close. Catching them all at once wouldn't have been very fun for me at all.  So I slipped into their hidden shadows as they loafed around almost blindly though this forest. Picking them off as I went, so silent and silky that the others never noticed a thing. It took all my will power not to laugh out loud.
By now I knew, my sisters would be finished gorging themselves by now; I grabbed the last straggler, and settled into a nearby thicket, enjoying his taste with a little bit of leisure before finally swallowing him down. I rested there for a little while after-Mistress will not be happy with my deviant behavior. I don't care, and I don't even care for the fact that my sisters got much more to eat than I did.
I got the job satisfaction of a huntress. The pride of success. The full stomach and warm glow of drowsiness which was the reward of a triumphant hunt.
And it was all to myself. No sharing.

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WARNING: This story contains vore. If vore offends you, please leave this piece and refrain from negative commenting. Thank you!

This story features a new character of mine, Henrietta, who is a Dusk Nymph :meow:

A few notes on this story:

:bulletred:A lot of this material about Dusk Nymphs is fan-made and should be considered as such until dubbed otherwise by the creator of DN's

:bulletblue: Dusk Nymphs brighten their halo-light when angry, excited, or otherwise asserting dominance. Brighter light = more magical power = more badassery

:bulletblue: The humans were originally from a technologically advanced world that engineers dimensional gates with such ease that they are actually a part of an amusement park attraction.

:bulletblue: as the tourists were about to deliberately enter a dark cave-like attraction, they were already equipped with needed night-vision gear, and it took them some time before they realized they were NOT in "Mannie's Caves"

Ample time for them to loose their way in an unfamiliar forest, since the tram tracks mysteriously made their way through the Evernight Forest.

:bulletblue: This was set in the Evernight Forest, btw

:bulletblue: Dusk Nymphs are able to assume a "nimbus" form, wherein the only visible aspect of the Nymph is her halo. It has been demonstrated how this can be effectively used to hunt noobs on Felarya

:bulletblue: The moral of this story is simply this: If you can do better, go ahead and do better; you'll feel good about it in the end =)

Felarya is (c) :iconkarbo:
Dusk Nymphs are (c) :iconmelancholy-melody13: used with her permission

Henrietta/characters depicted in this story are (c) me
© 2009 - 2024 ME-B
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Niikopet's avatar
this one was an interesting story. I'm curious about what happened to the boy and his mother? Did they get eaten? If so, were they eaten by the same dusk nymph, or different ones? Will there be more stories about these nymphs?