Board Thread:Fan-made Monsters/@comment-27950421-20160712201128/@comment-30014014-20180730033210

Hope you wrote your testament mate, cause you just signed up for a full south trip:

''The impact of the poor fellow against a flight of trees had not failed to garner attention, his crimson lift off an unfortunate common phenomena around these places. ''

''His body cradles on the broken bark of a now-desceased tree. He lies unbroken, but shaken by the sudden but not too rare exodus of his precious lifeblood. His vision, blurry. Muscles still reeling in from the high-velocity impact.''

''Slowly though, it returns. The vision of man often the first to return, the images befing to sharpen once more, just enough to make out the shadows stretching from the north, following the droplets of blood. His eyes recover enough to make out two figures attached to said shadows.''

''"Oh dear...are you alright?!" asks a voice reasonably balanced to the higher stride. It carries to his side, unhindering the second figures, who for some reason had a generous shape, at least according to his vision. The blurs persisted just a bit longer, although the sensation of his left arm was back in force as two distinct touches assail it.''

''Soon, however, the second moves in, and once more, the sensation is replicated to his right arm. The shadows in his eyes clear up, aided by the noos sun. The first thing to come to sight: the reason of his makeshift take-off. ''

''The holshark and hostalamia had taken to look up on this poor man who, unfortunately had an insulin failure upon the sight of two overloaded beauties, hand in hand. A contigent of men witness to this had at least had the luck of simply exiting driplets of blood before fainting. He didn't have that chance...''

''"We're very sorry good sir!" adds the second voice, clinging to his arm. Her enormous chest makes no qualm at offering what some would qualify as 'eye-candy' to the poor man' sight. Not only that, but its sensation makes itself undeniable.''

''The former one indentified as the holshark makes the same gesture of hugging him arm in a most profound manner. "There, there", she speaks, her voice mired like the taste of honey to his ears, whispered directly to them "We'll take good care of you".''

The hostalamia one speaks not, but instead makes her intention mirrored to her similar lass by shooting a heart-felt glance toward the man, his arm copletely enveloped by her chest, as his other in the same fate.

''Now...that stanger better have hardened his resolve against two very, very generous lasses, now that his 'problem' was front and center....as well as doubled. ''