Jeiel-kun with the last update for today!
In the history of Oz, there is a foe that has always been a pain in the arse for Ozma, Dorothy and her groupies: the Nomes. Small but terrible, they want Oz to slip in their hands. Yet, as I've made her a Mamono, there is a story to tell for her. Here she is, in all her nutty glory...
Nome
Family/Type: Succubus/Fairy
Habitat: Tunnels and underground cities of OZ, the remote land of Neville
A Nome (minus the cap) Credits to Monmusu Quest, that game...
Disposition: Selfish, arrogant, proud, lustful
Diet: Mana of human men, minerals of the earth (they can't stand food of the surface, and are allergic to eggs)
Underground fairy species of the realm of Zion (the official name of the Invisi-states Oz, Ix and Ev) known to wreak havoc and wage continuous wars with Ozian surface dwellers. It'd be a huge understatement to say they've plotted time and time again to rule Oz for themselves. The problem is, they are rarely taken seriously, or better still, they always manage to fail right at the peak of their success. This is reason enuogh for Oz to label them as 'history's worst conquerors'.
Despite having small bodies for their size (Nomes are a few times larger than Mamonofied Dwarves, but slightly shorter than the Littelwun specie), Nomes are no pushovers. They are endowed with curvaceous hips and busty frames. They have a unique talent of 'latching' onto earth, giving them the advantage of walking or crawling on cavern walls. Their skin is almost ceramic, formed by the compaction of DE on their bodies over the span of their living underground for centuries, yet is highly resistant to damage. Stubble feet are worn in Demonic silver metal that weigh twice their own mass. Lastly, the caps on their heads are primarily for digging purposes - tools for tunneling the mineral-rich soil of Oz and expanding their kingdom.
It may be not be very visible to the wary onlooker, but there are rigid stumps on the backs of every Nome. They are reminiscent of forgotten wings, or rather, wings discarded in the early days of Oz. A legend related to this credits back to several millenias ago. There were once, two factions of Fairy-folk: the Ante and Rigil. The Antes, being natural explorers, discovered vast mineral forges on the hallowed ground of Relican, known now as crystalized magic essence of Oz or Auzium, and wanted the central city of Oz be built there. The Rigil, however, insisted the capital be on the surface, where all Ozians can gape at its spectacle near or far, and then chose the Everdance Fields (the old name for the land to host Emerald City). After repeated debates that eventually became scaling wars, the Ante withdrew from battle. Casting their wings aside, they retreated underground. In time, they named themselves, 'the Misnomers' , which gradually shortened to 'Nomes'.
Centuries after living a completely terrestrial life, the Nomes resurfaced - and awed at how the Rigils had transformed Oz. There and then spawned their unique hatred-slash-desire towards the world above. They disdained the surface aas well as wanted it for themselves. With that in mind, seven generations of Ozian royalty faced major attacks of scheming Nomes. And for seven generations, the Nomes lost miserably.
In normal standards, such consecutive losses would prompt anyone to give up. Not the Nomes. These Mamonos are stoic and steadfast in their beliefs as they are hard on the head. No amount of persuasion can dissuade them, not unless it went and cracked a part of their faces.
Nomes are incredibly lethargic beneath the ground. In their home colonies, they shuffle about in sluggish fashion, moving only when prompted. Once sunlight kisses their skin, the opposite happens - they grow inherently frisky. They curl the tips of their hair, ask queries or sway to and fro. This overlapping difference of action in settlement shows their immediate difficulty in being resilient.
Nomes have hands dedicated to craftswork. They have a talent for mining minerals, forging metals and creating unique weapons, but they never have the faintest intent of sharing these with the outside world. Sometimes, they happen to sell these off to Monettes, the single-eyed gypsies of Oz, in exchange for rare treasures they can melt for forging. Black market trade of Nome-crafted items and merchandise are a hot pick in Ozian underbellies since they are hard to come by and possess such unparralleled durability unlike any normal arms.
Nomes have their underground homes made rickety for a reason - they want individuals to fall into them. Should a Mamono or human land in their lair, they are quick to notice the vibrations in the earth, and they swarm all over the intruder, dragging them deeper still to either rape (if it were a male, in which he will be mercilessly assaulted by Nome after Nome) or put to work as a slave (if it were a woman/Mamono).
Certain circumstances state men drop into Nome habitat, and at this juncture, are unfelt by Nomekind. Whatever the mystery is to why this occurs, the man is lucky enough to wander freely, and in this small liberty, he can carry off a Nome for himself, or the worst part: finding Nome-made riches to pilfer. If a Nome were ever stolen away, the entire colony would run at full alert. By tracking after a Nomes' unique scent trail, they will search high and low for their lost brethren, and happening upon the culprit, they yank him back to lair, where they will insist he marry their sister as recompense. Under the eye of thousands, he will have no choice but to agree.
With regards to the stolen item part, this won't go well to the Nomes. As they leave a traceable print on all things they create, they can easily find whomsoever is in current possession of their work. They will nonetheless, drag him below the earth, where they shove their breasts to the plunderer's face, asking that payment be done through intercourse.
The delicate skin of a Nome is sensitive to a man's touch. By his constant caresses, especially on the area where her wings once existed, she will squeal and beg for deeper contact. A man's penis will be tighten inside the confines of her vagina, and as he moves vigorously, he will feel it getting sucked in as if she were trying to take his member in for her own. Semen will explode in a pure shower, staining their wares, and seeing this happen, they will demand it be done again.
These Mamonos may be small, but similar to how they treat their works, they 'hoard' the man for themselves. In a small section of the Nome hive, a man lives with 3 Nome wives at most, constantly bickering for their turn at him every night.
The highest position in a Nome colony is the Nome King. Only one is appointed this rank in a hundred years. The current one, Gertrude TerraByss (according to reports), is subsequently missing, while her predecessor and mother Ruggedo lies confined behind Jailor Crymes, the Ozian prison ward.
NOTE: WHat a Mamono! Her descrip took an entire three pages in Word. But at least, it clears the mysteries of her identity. Nomes are a tacky find to master. Having one always drag the entire colony with it, so you best be careful. But with a body and bust like that, can you resist? Good luck, traveler!