Talk:Alraune/@comment-5426290-20140805152008/@comment-25035274-20140805154125

Hailing from the area, I've been warned about the scarey man-eating flower monsters in the woods all my life, but have never seen one. At the same time, I've also never smelled that particular smell before. Curiosity aroused, I try to follow the scent, to find the source.

Lo and behold, I find a naked, green-skinned woman, and she's being eaten by a giant, thorny flower! Oh no! Hold on, Lady, I'mma comin' to the rescue!

It's an embarassing story, but my snuggle-buns and I couldn't be more happy that I stumbled into the grove that day. I don't get out and about much, but every now and then I head into town to buy dinner and desert. It was hard to convince her to start letting me out, but she's since become surprisingly fond of the Red Velvet cake the local baker makes.

Also, since folks know the woods aren't trying to eat them, after all, trade and travel have picked up. It's a win/win, really.