Cydae cocked her head. She peered closer at the creature, her poor eyesight not allowing her to see most of what he looked like. Raising her hoof, the small doe set it where his face would be. How do you eat and talk? You don't have a mouth.
A small shudder ran through his body as her moist hoof connected with his face and the tentacle abruptly and gradually drew back. He hissed quietly as his skin sizzled.
Cydae cringed and pulled back, seeing that she had hurt him. She made her way around the tree and into the little cave-like area he took shelter in. Her idea was that if she got out of the rain she could start drying off. However, Cydae stayed close to the far wall so no more water would get to Slendy. I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, to burn you. ... Are you okay?
The hissing slowly subsided as she entered his dwelling, his face never neglecting to follow her every move in eerie silence. The tentacle stopped twitching and soon reached out again, though hesitantly and with caution.
Cydae turned her head to him. Hm. you haven't told me what you eat yet. Since it's raining I might be able to go out and get some of what it is for you.
If eyes are the windows to the souls, then my eyes are shattered. I don't have much of a soul left at all.
The tiny doe spoke quietly. Indeed, her eyes were quite dull. Looking up at the tall, black buck, she blinked her eyes slowly. That's what you feed on isn't it? Souls?
Don't go... There are a few deer here that eat or collect souls. I'm friends with one of them, even. You're not a monster or anything.
Cydae inched closer, her head pointed to the ground. Her fur was completely dry now, a survival adaptation since her coat was so thin. She brushed her muzzle against one of the many tendrils. I don't like it when deer act nice then want to go.
The imposing creature sat still and beheld her for a moment. It appeared almost frozen, not even moving the ever-undulating and lashing shadow tentacles. Then slowly it reached out and started caressing her face again...
Cydae rested beside the stag, getting used to the feeling of the smoky tendril sliding across her face. The repeating motion almost had a sedating effect, succeeding in calming down the doe's high-strung personality. You're nice...
A quiet, ominous giggle rattled in the stag's throat as the tendrils started moving from her face to the rest of her body as well as multiplying gradually. One of them rested on her forehead, pressing softly...
A darkness started to engulf her mind, very alike sleep, only this one would last as he ate up her dreams and her memory of this very moment.
She would have no recollection of what had happened after her eyes closed shut...
She glanced up at him for a moment before setting her head back down against his chest; soon falling asleep.
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Ooh, that RP was really fun! Perhaps we could do it again sometime, if not then maybe continue this one? Eh, either is fine, your choice.
It's just that RPing with you is really really fun. =D
Obviously the ideal scenario for the Slenderman would be night time, although I must admit regrettably to be fresh out of ideas, aside from just another random encounter. What about you?
Sorry for the long wait, Mother needed help with dinner. :3
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A petite tan doe walked carefully through the moonlit woods, the darkness reducing her poor vision to near-blindness. Many a tree had been walked into that night. Suddenly a scent wafted its way to her nose. What was this? It was... familiar... but she couldn't quite place it. The scent was dark, ever-moving, and... it had no identity, no the scent was vague. Faceless... She trotted towards the source of the scent, trying to avoid the trees in her way. Where are you...?
He had been stalking her for a while now. Watching her walk into trees, stumble over roots and now, finally picking up on his scent.
He chuckled quietly in the dark as he stretched out a tendril towards her, letting it lightly grace her spine as he bent down slightly towards the tiny doe from his stance only inches behind her. He could feel her heartbeat and hear her thought as they sparked electric impulses across her brain.
How he loved toying.
~~~~ Do not worry about that, I too apologize for my absence, I had some trouble focusing.
Cydae sharply sucked in a breath, startled by the sudden touch. She ran forward, fearful, only to end up running into another tree. She moaned in pain, her sensitive forehead feeling like it was shocked with electricity. Standing up, she turned around to face the slender stag, her crimson feathers ruffling quite visibly before laying flat against her head and neck again. The doe growled, her ears laid back against her skull. She flicked her tail and marched up to Slender, indignation in her steps. Hey-o, what's the big idea here, scaring me like that!? Why I oughta-... Wait...
She set her hoof on his leg then looked up at the tall stag. Now she knew where this scent was from... It's you...
A quiet, ominous giggle emanated from the stag as he bent his neck down to "face" her, black tendrils which blended into the darkness around them protruding to touch and examine her, almost like an insect's antennae.
Hello, Talley. I assume you fed yourself when the rain dried up, you sound alright, at least.
Cydae wondered aloud. She reared up on her hind legs and lightly poked the spot where his nose would be with her nose. So night is definitely preferred over rain, yes?
Y??e??s.?? The voice came as Slender straightened himself up after having given a giggle at Cydae's little welcome. He seemed much more animated now, probably due to the fact that he was not surrounded by what was, to him, acid falling from the sky.
The only answer she got was another flurry of curious tentacles caressing her body all over and a rusty giggle from deep within the chest of the tall creature.
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I am afraid I must leave. I shall be back tomorrow.
She shook her head and offered a slight smile. What was with Talley and all the touching? Cydae snorted and shook her body, intending to wriggle away from the tendrils. You laugh a lot, don't you? Not that there's anything wrong with laughing, but you seem to do it when there's nothing funny to laugh at.
The Slenderman merely cocked his head as she tried to wriggle away, a penetrating, piercing immaterial stare shining out from somewhere behind the blank face. T?h?er?e's ?a?l?w?ay?s? ?somet?h?i?ng ?t?o ?lau?gh ?a?t.?
What makes the rain hurt you?
What makes the rain hurt you?
C?l?e?ans?e?s. ?R?i?ns?e?s?
C?l?e?ans?e?s.
?R?i?ns?e?s? ?aw?ay.?
B?u?r?ns?.?
Burns... To me it's cold. Odd
Burns...
To me it's cold. Odd opposites.
C?ann?ot? mo?ve..?. ?Can?not?
C?ann?ot? mo?ve..?.
?Can?not? feed?.?..?
What do you feed on, Tall-y?
What do you feed on, Tall-y?
C?ome? ?c?los?e?r?...
C?ome? ?c?los?e?r?...
Are you gonna tell me a
Are you gonna tell me a secret?
Ye?s?, ?l?i?t?t?le one.
Ye?s?, ?l?i?t?t?le one.
Oh boy! What is it? *inches
Oh boy! What is it?
*inches closer*
*giggles ominously*A?
*giggles ominously*
A? se?c?re?t?..?.
Oh that's mean. What's the
Oh that's mean. What's the real secret?
*leans in even closer*
*Extends a shadowy tentacle
*Extends a shadowy tentacle to touch her cheek*
I d?o? no?t e?a?t ?foo?d?.
Cydae flinches at the touch
What do you eat then?
A low giggle is all that is
A low giggle is all that is heard as he continues touching her cheek.
Cydae cocked her head. She
How do you eat and talk? You don't have a mouth.
A small shudder ran through
A small shudder ran through his body as her moist hoof connected with his face and the tentacle abruptly and gradually drew back. He hissed quietly as his skin sizzled.
Cydae cringed and pulled
I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, to burn you. ... Are you okay?
The hissing slowly subsided
The tentacle stopped twitching and soon reached out again, though hesitantly and with caution.
I guess you're okay then? She
I guess you're okay then?
She asked, her coat shedding the water quickly.
The tentacle slowly brushed
D?ry?...?
For the most part. Yes...
For the most part. Yes...
Cydae turned her head to him.
Hm. you haven't told me what you eat yet. Since it's raining I might be able to go out and get some of what it is for you.
A faint giggle rustled
No ?n?ee?d?.?
She looked at him curiously,
What's so interesting about my face?
He giggled softly and only
Hey, you didn't answer me.
Hey, you didn't answer me.
She said, wriggling her nose after he poked it.
F?a?c???e?s?? h?o??l??d?
If eyes are the windows to
If eyes are the windows to the souls, then my eyes are shattered. I don't have much of a soul left at all.
The tiny doe spoke quietly. Indeed, her eyes were quite dull. Looking up at the tall, black buck, she blinked her eyes slowly.
That's what you feed on isn't it? Souls?
He withdrew his tentacle
Don't go... There are a few
Don't go... There are a few deer here that eat or collect souls. I'm friends with one of them, even. You're not a monster or anything.
Cydae inched closer, her head pointed to the ground. Her fur was completely dry now, a survival adaptation since her coat was so thin. She brushed her muzzle against one of the many tendrils.
I don't like it when deer act nice then want to go.
The imposing creature sat
Cydae rested beside the stag,
You're nice...
She said, her eyelids drooping.
A quiet, ominous giggle
A darkness started to engulf her mind, very alike sleep, only this one would last as he ate up her dreams and her memory of this very moment.
She would have no recollection of what had happened after her eyes closed shut...
But she would be alive.
She glanced up at him for a
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Ooh, that RP was really fun! Perhaps we could do it again sometime, if not then maybe continue this one? Eh, either is fine, your choice.
It's just that RPing with you is really really fun. =D
The feeling is entirely
Alrighty then. See you
Indeed! Do not hesitate to
Oh? do you perhaps want to
Why not?
Okies, would you prefer it to
Obviously the ideal scenario
Okay, nighttime random
Sorry for the long wait, Mother needed help with dinner. :3
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A petite tan doe walked carefully through the moonlit woods, the darkness reducing her poor vision to near-blindness. Many a tree had been walked into that night. Suddenly a scent wafted its way to her nose. What was this? It was... familiar... but she couldn't quite place it. The scent was dark, ever-moving, and... it had no identity, no the scent was vague. Faceless... She trotted towards the source of the scent, trying to avoid the trees in her way.
Where are you...?
He had been stalking her for
He chuckled quietly in the dark as he stretched out a tendril towards her, letting it lightly grace her spine as he bent down slightly towards the tiny doe from his stance only inches behind her. He could feel her heartbeat and hear her thought as they sparked electric impulses across her brain.
How he loved toying.
~~~~
Do not worry about that, I too apologize for my absence, I had some trouble focusing.
Cydae sharply sucked in a
Hey-o, what's the big idea here, scaring me like that!? Why I oughta-... Wait...
She set her hoof on his leg then looked up at the tall stag. Now she knew where this scent was from...
It's you...
A quiet, ominous giggle
H???e???l?l??o???.?
Hello, Talley. I assume you
Hello, Talley. I assume you fed yourself when the rain dried up, you sound alright, at least.
Cydae wondered aloud. She reared up on her hind legs and lightly poked the spot where his nose would be with her nose.
So night is definitely preferred over rain, yes?
Y??e??s.?? The voice came as
The voice came as Slender straightened himself up after having given a giggle at Cydae's little welcome. He seemed much more animated now, probably due to the fact that he was not surrounded by what was, to him, acid falling from the sky.
Sow what are you gonna do?
Sow what are you gonna do? Now that it's night?
She asked, leaning against his leg.
The only answer she got was
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I am afraid I must leave. I shall be back tomorrow.
I'll be here when you get
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She shook her head and offered a slight smile. What was with Talley and all the touching? Cydae snorted and shook her body, intending to wriggle away from the tendrils.
You laugh a lot, don't you? Not that there's anything wrong with laughing, but you seem to do it when there's nothing funny to laugh at.
The Slenderman merely cocked
T?h?er?e's ?a?l?w?ay?s? ?somet?h?i?ng ?t?o ?lau?gh ?a?t.?