Board Thread:Fan-made Monsters/@comment-26517142-20161111052123

''Ohaiyo! I think I'm in a roll right now, publishing Mamono after Mamono. Yep. Oz is rejuvenated, and better yet, to be improved. Expect the main profile page to be vamped up soon. So for now, I'm gonna add the denizens of the land, starting with the movie character/bully of the Oz region: the Wheeler!''

WHEELER

Family/Type: Wheeler/Magic Material

Habitat: Various (depends on territory they gain)

Disposition: Proud, bold, lustful (secretly meek and devoted)

Diet: Mana of human men

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With a maniacal grin it sports for fun, and the disposition of a driven vehicle it resembles, this temperamental Mamono is a decorated oddity. The Wheeler specie are found at the southern edge of Oz, and all over the neighboring land of Ev, a nation bordered by the Deadly Desert. They were an attempt many eons ago to create a highly mobile servitor race to the royal line. Unfortunately, the implementation of various mechanical assemblages on living bodies degraded their personalities and stirred rebellion in their hearts. Now the Zionian equivalent of gangsters, they habitually search for teritory and argue claims over men.

It is common folklore that years ago, Wheelers were a fragile race. When they first ventured out into the Ozian world after gaining freedom, they were the target of discrimination. Apart from the wheels on the ends of their arms and legs, they can't bite, kick nor scratch other beings in defense. As the species slowly sunk in despair, the older members among them took command. They cast aside their apprehension and fear, and transformed the weak Wheelers into Oz's biggest bullies.

The average Wheeler has strawlike hair tucked in a usual cap, their limbs skeletony and frail. They wear shoddy, dark-hued clothing, tightly fitted in an effort to hide the glowing circuitry that runs visible on their green skin,particularly the lower regions. From name alone, they possess foldable wheels made of keratin on their frail hands, back and feet. Sails, headlights and other specs reminiscent of vehicles also appear on Wheelers as a sort of mutation, but none of them serve as obstructions. In fact, these additional features rarely affect their impressive locomotion. Wheelers can travel up to 150-200 km/h without rest.

Due to their rebellious nature, they have no interest in taking orders. They have a superiority complex that imprints on their minds the weakness of Ozian races. To them, they have every right to run wild as they please, to show their desire to break the rules. Even towards men this way of thinking never diminishes, and they are likely to use the male like a possession. This has then, rubbed the opposite way towards some Ozian Mamono - that the Wheelers are unforgiving towards all life.

Wheelers form social bands of 10-50 members, roving from one place to another in search for resources. Initially, they live in small, remote conclaves by themselves, but once they are ordered by the head Wheeler to assemble, they travel altogether. A reason why they can never stay in one place isn't because they live like nomads - it's that their blood pumps thrice a human beings'. With thrice the activity in their system, they can never sit calmly. To them, going on the move constantly is as important as breathing.

When Wheelers find a potential territory to encroach, they 'revv' up excitedly, buzzing in anticipation at their latest find. The entire group takes turns, inftimidating the present occupants using both their speed and strength (Wheelers are crazy strong but they can't lift punches). Soon, the occupant are forced to vacate the premises, while written warnings such as 'Beware The Wheelers' are placed on the borders of their new conquest to bewilder any and all intruders. Those that ignore these telltale signs are unlucky enough to be attacked  - with a cacophony of beeping and hooting sounds from the Mamono, enough to blast a hole in an unfortunate individual's eardrums and send them fleeing.

Should these violent Mamono discover an area under the influence of other Wheelers, they immediately issue a challenge known as a 'Whimbledown' (note: in a human's natural sense, this is equivalent to a 'gang war'). In these matches, the two Wheeler factions ignite their engines and burn rubber against each other for hours or days on end, and the group with at least a member left standing is declared worthy to claim the territory.

Spiritual energy to Wheelers is likened to fuel. The absence of it weakens them until they are unable to move. As a result, they search for it as a biological necessity. They will insistently mow down at any man they encounter within the territory, then drag him away for 'milking' mana (Wheelers respect their fellows in a way they allow whomsoever finds a man to be the ones to possess him). In the remote homes of the Wheeler, the man would expect brutal, harsh sex. However, he would be the first to realize the Mamono's secret : in the face of coitus, she is intimidated by the size and shape of a man's penis. The Wheeler's body begins to purr, her chest steaming in heat as she is flustered by the thought of it entering them. The 'gang-member' image they so ruefully use melts away, revealing a shivering Mamono comparable to the former state of her race.

The man can use this to his advantage to flee, but for most cases, the man would be bewitched by this hapless identity of the former bully. Losing control, he'll drive his member into her womb, mashing it with her insides. Then, similar to a key clicking inside a keyhole, she will be reawakened to her senses. She would be more than gratified to pleasure him as he would do with her.

<p class="MsoNormal">Wheelers are fond of giving men footjobs. Using the delicate grace of their feet, they caress the man's tool, and send pulses of pleasure throbbing into him. As he ejaculates, the white semen excites them, and they'll likely straddle him to obtain mana from its source. The continuous slipping of man's tool inside will invigorate both parties, and it would seem they wouldn't want to leave their partner's side.

<p class="MsoNormal">Once they taste mana in their system, Wheelers will beg for it day and night. They will even shed their bully 'act' in public just for the man to consider sex (immediately dispelling their views of men as a 'possession'). Just one 'yes' will make them ecstatic, and rubbing against his manhood is a definitive sign they want to do it on the spot. Also, Wheelers are highly protective of their kin and their husbands. Mess with one, and you might incite the wrath of the entire group.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eviens (Wheelers of the land of Ev) are more colorfully garbed than the wild ones (known as Galens). They are proud with their bright hues, yet are indebted to the royal line of Emerette which is why they follow the current head Langwidere without question. Evien Wheelers use their visual display to distract foes, followed by the manner of intimidation distinct amongst their kin. It is rumoured a Wheeler exists among the legendary 'Knightess' of The Round Table ' of Oz.

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<p class="MsoNormal">'' NOTE: The Wheelers are an interesting case. You get to compare notes from the book and the movie versions, so in a funny way, I used the movie one as the main specie while the book version represent Ev. Speedy and brutal on the outside, but meek on the inside. A deathly combination to watch out for. See ya minna!'' <ac_metadata title="Wheeler (Oz Realm Mamono)"> </ac_metadata>