Board Thread:Fan-made Monsters/@comment-26517142-20160903223825

''Next up,we have this insatiable witch! Still the same development! See http://monstergirlencyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:JeielYozama/The_Naether_-_A_Fanmade_Realm_(CreepyPasta_Reference) to get your oogle on:''

Manicleff

Family: ??

Type: Demihuman

Habitat: Unknown (Possibly Demon Realms)

Disposition: Malicious, sadistic, lascivious

Diet: Carnivorous; will feed on any potential game they can kill

Amongst the many sadistic Naetherkin, Manicleffs are a horror of their own. From their features alone, they were bred to instill terror. Cruelty runs deep into their veins. Madness in their unblinking eyes strike fear to onlookers. Maniacal thoughts on what they desire to commit amidst 'sex' encircle their thoughts. Some say they were Circe's 'broken toys' discarded after a fire. But there is little truth to what these Demihumans originally are.

It was believed they were once Elves. Seeing the enormous potential of them becoming Oz's culpable assassins due to their lithe build and stealth, they were put to work with various spell-enchantments - with horrible results. A fire broke out on the facility they were being experimented on. In the aftermath, three charred Demihumans emerged, near death but breathing. They were quickly hospitalized, and in the eve of their confinement, they escaped - and slipped into the Naether themselves, reborn as a savage race.

Manicleffs possess bleach white skin, particularly on their faces. The hair on their heads lie thick and scattered loosely as if unkempt on purpose. Red lining traced by their lips extending to the lower areas of their cheeks serve as warning labels to potential attackers. Worse even, are their focused, dilated eyes. Manicleffs are one of the few Naetherkin unable to blink. It is even said that gazing deeply into them causes one to feel drowsy and ultimately feel like he or she will have nightmares.

Manicleffs favor wearing white, restricting clothing, hiding their thin hands beneath long sleeves or tucking them underneath their arms. Such behavior is observed as to help them mentally 'tie down' their own strength, as well as make their bodies stand out while hunting. Using bladelike extensions of their own bones that grow out of their palms, they maim any viable game, stabbing them repeatedly until blood soaks their weapons. The sight of crimson liquid alone arouses them sexually. They laugh hysterically and spit vehement phrases at anyone within range, becoming more turned on if the one they talk to responds in turn.

These Mamonos are extremely volatile. They lash out at anything that upsets or arouses them, particularly couples who wander in their midst. Their blades run deep and leave wounds that suck in huge amounts of DE (their attacks never hurt, but mess with the senses in a way that instead of pain, one feels rapture instead). Repeated attacks will swathe the target in DE to a point of transformation - the man becomes an Incubus with senses awakened in the delight of masochism, while the woman (human or Mamono alike)  transforms into a unique Naether Mamono known as a MARJANE (mar-jah-ney), one with sadistic tendencies and a burning hatred for the Naetherkin who made her a monstrosity.

Any men whom the Manicleff has sets her eyes into has to make a run for it. The more you stay on your toes, the more they'd believe you'd want them to unleash themselves on you. On another note, if you choose to run, run as fast as you insanely can. They dash after men like maddened dogs, giggling in excitement while they imagine what you are doing as a sort of foreplay. Should a Manicleff catch up on her victim, she looks at him straight in the eye, mutters the phrase Go to sleep.. and in an instant, the man's mind comes to an abrupt blank. He faints, losing any recollection of where he is.

Now helpless, the Manicleff binds the man and gently cuts at him with her blade. He will feel no pain in the process. Rather, the wound she inflicts will register into his head as an enrapturing drug. As she inflicts gashes on him, she straddles him efficiently and begin milking his SE. The man will unconsciously move faster as more wounds run deeper into him. The pain will rapidly convert into pleasure. And seeing the newly-converted masochist of a man enjoying it, she will drive herself into his member until the white semen glistens on their already-white skin.

There are sayings that Manicleffs make masochists out of men, but they excite themselves more if a man they happen upon is a M to begin with. In this juncture, they would tie the man down and have sex with him while he is awake. The man will witnessu before his eyes the Manicleff, her face awash in bliss and lewd moaning escaping her lips - causing him to be more aroused at the sight of her (this instance was probably noted as Manicleffs rarely assault men who are awake).

Manicleffs are cowardly when pitted against larger foes. Putting a husband with them doesn't change this fact. They're likely to make a wild dash while their husbands are slung on their shoulders. Harm their children, however, and their rage will peak. They will scream and howl and jab at an opponent with their blades, and this time, they will ensure the pain is real.  