Board Thread:Fan-made Monsters/@comment-26517142-20161214091535

''Alrighty! From the last area I’ve covered, I’ve gone with Mamonos converted from beloved Oz characters. This time, I’m making an original – and nope, no one requested this. It’s something that popped into my head from a dream. Here I go! ''

OZIPAN



Specie: Satyros

Family: Beastman

Habitat: Demon Realm meadows and woodlands

Disposition: Simple, lustful

Diet: Herbivorous; vegetables that they love to stick between their teeth



Monsters of Oz dubbed as its version of the alcoholic Satyros. They live unrestricted in green fields soaked with Daemonergy (DE), and rarely do they venture beyond these zones of comfort. They have a quiet, intoxicated look spread thin across their faces – a dead giveaway that they desire sex more than anything.

The earliest Ozipans were human women of ages past who worshipped Bacchus, the wine god. According to Ozian annals, they were drawn in by magical energy seeping out of the invisible realm that 'tasted' like Satyros wine. Gingerly, they followed, until it came to a point that when they arrived to Oz, the magic drove them maddened in lust. They crafted an altar in honor of deity which they soaked in their own wine, then bathed their bodies in the same wine and masturbated roughly, causing their pleasured cries to reach the very skies. Days after, they were completely transformed into a species of Mamono dedicated to Bacchus – although some speculate this was the work of someone far from a god.

Ozipans have elongated horns growing from their foreheads, curved in the shape of crescents. Starting from the waist to the feet below they possess the slender legs and hooves of deer (which they use to totter soundlessly on foliage, undetected). These bodily regions are covered in dull green fur. It is widely assumed to be a form of reverence to the colors of Oz, as well as a symbol of their innate closeness to nature. Various Demon Realm vines snake across their bodies, acting as both clothing and their mode of protection. Their growth is due to the moist DE clinging onto their fur and within their skin, that these plants take root upon and suck out for nourishment.

Compared to their wild cousins, Ozipans are born with a state of mind like drunkards. Spaced out and lost in thought, they stare at whatever catches their attention, mumbling words described by researchers as Bacchanalian verbal spells. These incantations are what grips their thoughts into profanity with men, so as they won’t have to express it out loud. If anyone were to attempt talking to them, it’d take a half an hour before they’d hear the latter’s speech and give a nonsensical, albeit lewd reply, streaming violet bubbles the minute they open their mouths. They lazily chew at vegetables, especially those that have the shape of a man's phallus.

Ozipans are actually, like Trolls: the presence of one signals the fertility of the land being trodded upon. If an Ozipan’s body vine is blooming and flushing bright green, the land is healthy enough to host life. They live off on the produce of their habitat, talking in hushed tones to the plants and animals present there the joys of wine and sex, as well as understanding their plight in return.

The troublesome characteristic of Ozipans resides on how they gain men. Under the influence of Ozian heat, they sweat DE-laced perspiration that disperses into the air. Their sweat has a distinct smell like perfume -   a powerful aromatic effect is exposed towards those inhaling it. The secretion of DE also affects them, as an abnormally hot feeling envelops them from the inside-out after their sweat evaporates. Their calm expressions no longer in control, they will grope their own breasts and finger their own organs to sate their burning desires, but it won’t be enough.

The dangerous scent makes its way into any immediate opening within a range of 1-2 miles from its point of origin, especially the nasal cavity of living beings. For normal animals, this incapacitates them for an hour, but for both men and Mamono, their basic senses are exposed to effects of aromatherapy: all their anxieties are pooled out, their bodily pains eased. A few minutes more, and the individual’s entire physical and mental processes are deactivated, completely taken over by lust. The longing for sex drowns them in pleasure, so much that they are unable to move.

<p class="Standard">The Ozipan’s sweat is the form of intoxication the use to entice men – and like the Satyros wine, they charm those who are under its influence with music. When these Mamonos are unable to control themselves any longer, they brandish their panpipes (instruments they carry around similar to the Satyros) and play distinctive, haunting melodies. The tune of the pipe seizes the hearts and minds of those completely enveloped in the Ozipan’s scent, causing them to move manically in the rhythm of the sound. Should they meet anyone in the same condition, they’ll definitely cross the line, their bodies seeming to dance with their partners. For human women, continues exposure transforms them into Ozipans, bearing the same philosophy and ability from the moment of birth.

<p class="Standard">Ozipans who track down the victims of their scent travel in processions. The single Mamono playing her instrument beckons others to join in, and they play a chorus of clashing sounds that draw men towards them. When the man looms within reach, they will excitedly jump into his arms and mash their insides with his member, as if reuniting with a long-lost friend. For the remainder of the lives of the men bound to the Ozipan, he will be enslaved by the delight of her body and her scent. Every day is spent, tasting her insides and her scent (which he will lick off from every corner of her body). He will never grow tired of this, as he is unable to get over the scent now imprinted in his head like a song known by heart.

<p class="Standard">Should they feel threatened, Ozipans are quick to produce a shrill dissonance from their panpipes. The listener is subjected to intense pain, and he will be swallowed in the feeling of fear bought about by the guardian gods of these Mamonos. This form of defense, known as ‘Ozipanic’, is effective in driving away their would-be harmers, and those who would try to hurt their spouses.

<p class="Standard">On another end, black market trades of Ozipan sweat bottled into special wine are being bought all over Oz for unknown reasons, but this is more dangerous than the pure scent. It is said that sweat sealed in that manner has a devastating effect. One such case reported a man and his human wife uncorking one, to which the bottle exploded in a hazy green smoke. The couple are later found having frenetic sex. Their copulation lasting for three days without rest, and the sound of their pleasured cries attracted a huge mass of Mamono from the surrounding area.

<p class="Standard">It is purported Ozipans are handmaids for a certain god of nature besides Bacchus. The reason why these Mamonos convene with nature is because they serve as the ears and mouthpieces of the god, conveying the words whispered into their ears.

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<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun;mso-bidi-font-family:Mangal;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN;mso-bidi-language:HI">NOTE: ''Ozipans. AH! Another original idea. I actually looked into the interpretation of satyrs and fauns of Roman and Greek myth, which got me to this descript. Apparently, those who become involved with them end up as sweat fetishists. Willing to dive into it though? That’s your shtick, bub.'' <ac_metadata title="Ozipan (Oz Realm Mamono - ORIGINAL)"> </ac_metadata>