SAWHORSE/LIGNUM
Doll/Centaur Family
Magic Material Type
Habitat: Farmlands, valleys in the land of Oz
Disposition: Humble, innocent
Diet: Unknown (mana of human men, more likely)
A living representation of a sawhorse in Mamono form. The race was brought to life by Ozma as a companion in her years of hiding from the tyrant Circe. Meek and obedient, they are capable of traveling innumerable distances; this, because of the fact that they see no need to rest or even breathe.
In the days when Ozma was missing, she had gone into disguise under the guardianship of a Wiccen named Mombi, taking the form of a boy named Tip. Out of her loneliness (for Mombi wasn’t the most verbal of company), Ozma used a pinch of the Powder of Life given to her by the late Dr. Pipt – the creator of the Bungle specie – and gave life to two possessions closest to her then: a wooden mannequin with a pumpkin-head and a sawhorse. After becoming Mamonos, they stayed by her side for many years until Ozma told them she had to depart elsewhere. Giving them her blessing, the three parted ways, and the Sawhorse was left on her own to multiply.
Sawhorses have the same features as Centaurs. Possessing a four-legged built on their lower halves, the legs are stocky logs shodded with gilded skin and joints instead of a normal horses’. A forked branch sticks out behind them that acts as a tail and wilts and blooms based on what they are feeling. The horse body is smoothened, living wood same as the aquatic Joneah species, whereas the upper woman half is flat-chested, tanned and a pair of pointy ears and knitted eyebrows are the only wooden extensions visible there. Most Sawhorses have brown hair with tips green, as if plant growth is happening in that area. Lastly, their eyes are as yellow as of Ozma’s own.
Despite their status as a Mamono race, the Sawhorses have the penchant to act ‘not’ alive. They don’t breathe, they don’t eat. Rarely do they even sleep or feel pain. They are easily considered the fastest of Ozian Mamonos (next to Saintaurs) because they never get tired. Still, they can talk and hear others speak as much as normal beings do. They are quite honest in their feelings, and should they see anything wrong they won’t hesitate to be truthful. They simply wander about in plains, dashing in fright at the onset of danger, not wanting to be involved in any trouble.
A curious fact about them is that they harbor a fascination toward beings unlike them. To Sawhorses, beings that live, breathe and exist more than they do are ‘an example of what they should be’. This is a reason why they are seen conversing with animals, fellow Mamonos, and people should they get the chance. To individuals they take a liking to, they even travel alongside them and turn into close aides, asking nothing but stories and knowledge from the other party in return. This way, they learn how it is to live from them, and sometimes, out of their innocence, they learn a little more than that.
Sawhorses have no real knowledge about capturing a man’s heart and having sex. If they are to know it, they will simply gain that knowledge through their countless inquiry. However, there will come a time that upon spotting a man, an unknown feeling grows within their chests. Like a flame, it will burn itself into their hearts and prod them into asking themselves ‘what is this that I feel?’. In their confusion, they will approach the man of their interest and ask him that face-to-face. Any man would be caught by surprise at this act, but the purity of their intent and the naïve looks on them will have anyone tell them the honest truth. When the words ‘sex’ and ‘love’ pass their lips, they will be entranced by the terms so much they will ask to have it shown to them. In any event this occurs, the man will be caught by her honest plea so much it would be unlikely to refuse.
Coitus between the man and the Sawhorse is always understood to be gentle and heartfelt. Throughout the time sweet rapture will be the only thing happening, as she will beg to be guided by the man while they accomplish the feat, in every possible position to carry out. The Sawhorses’ partner will embrace her lovingly and insert himself into her walls, pouring his semen inside after feeling her around. As the mana enters her system she will awaken to lust – but in a different manner. Her body will begin to feed warmth back to the man, allowing him to stay in her arms for as long as he desires.
Like any Centaur, the rear end of their lower halves is exclusive only to the men they view as their husbands. They will gladly be where their husband wants to be, never leaving his side. They are accepting to any other Mamonos in their male’s harem (should he have one). If she were to ask for sex – which she engraved in her mind as a loving moment for her and the man she loves - her tail wags in recognition of the man’s presence. Her face will flush in unnatural red, to which the man will be understand at once what she wants.
Perhaps due to the old connection between the Sawhorse and Ozma, the race has a fondness to be around Ozian Fairies, especially Titanias. On some instances, Sawhorses forge close connections to boys that they will soon foster affections once the young individuals grow older. This is explained as a mirror to their previous relationship to Ozma, as she was once viewed as a boy to the original Sawhorse’s eyes.
TL NOTE: The Sawhorse has been a long-time project of mine, but it took me this long to make a Mamono out of 'im. He's one of the few peeps around Ozma before she came out of hiding as the boy named Tippetarius (read the Wiki to know, me friends). So, expect a Jack PumpkinHead soon! And, much to say... 6 Mamono left 'till the Oz Mamono data closes!