Holstalamia are a type of Lamia that have a few notable characteristics, many of them have bright red stripes of blotches on their tails. Often these are accompanied by black markings. They have soft bodies often with wide hips and most famously, all Holstalamias have very large breasts. Their breasts give milk regardless of whether or not they are pregnant and like Holstaurs their milk is delicious, nutritious, and boosts the stamina of those who drink. Because of this they are often referred to as Reptile Kingdom Holstaurs.
Like Holstaurs they often live in farms or towns where their milk is cultivated and sold. They also live wild in forests and grasslands however often under the stewardship of other mamono. They have a gentle and timid personality and prefer to avoid confrontation. Despite being a carnivorous mamono, they are known for being terrible hunters and fighters, only able to bring down prey that can't flee or fight back. Even then they often don't have the heart to kill prey if they think its cute. They are also rather slow witted. While it can't really be said that they are unintelligent they prefer to not do a lot of deep thinking and often have a care free, spaced out look about them. For this reason they are usually dependant on others to take care of them.
Due to their timid and gentle nature, they never attack and rape men. In fact, more often than not they find strangers to be frightening or intimidating so they will usually try to avoid men that they don't know or will try to hide. Unfortunately their hiding places or the places they go are almost never well thought out and they often end up running into the man again when they flee or have some part, usually their tail, conspicuously sticking out when they attempt to hide.
Should a man treat a Holstalamia in a friendly manner she will likely take a liking to him and begin following him around often in a manner comparable to a lost puppy. Often he will find her outside his home or his camp site waiting for him and when he's cooking he'll usually see her nearby with a growling stomach looking pathetic. Often the man will take pity on her and invite her into his home or camp and feed her. To a Holstalamia this means that he has accepted her as his own and is now her husband and master. She will be overjoyed by this and will usually grab on to him and hug him with her entire body without a second thought.
From then on the Holstalamia will be quite devoted to him and will work hard to try and be useful to him, usually by helping with chores and any other work she can find. She will also be extremely affectionate often clinging to him or wrapping her coils around him. A Holstalamias breasts are also very sensitive particularly if her master is touching them. She will often press her breasts against him or rub them on him as a show of affection. They are also overjoyed by any show of affection from their master. Just as she wraps herself around him she loves it when he wraps his arms around her and will often bask in his presence. Holstalamias particularly like it if he gropes or rubs her breasts. Needless to say being milked by their husband is one of their favorite activities.
While Holstalamias are not known to force sex on their husband but at the same time they almost never refuse either and will often offer themselves up to him. While mating they like to put their breasts to use, often giving him paizuri. Even when not using their breasts to milk their husband they frequently rub their breasts into him, have him play with her breasts, or shove her breasts into his face while mating.
When frightened, Holstalamias will often flee to their husbands, often trying to take shelter in his embrace. Also while they are not as jealous as most Lamia they do often feel threatened by other woman and will usually have her arms or tail wrapped around some part of her masters body when around other women. Should the other woman show toomuch interest, the Holstalamia will usually shove her breasts into her master. Despite this they will tolerate a harem life style. As long as they get frequent attention from their master.
Unlike their Holstaur counterparts they show no real reaction to the color red, besides some thinking that it's a pretty color. However they are very sensitive to the cold. When they get cold they will often flee towards their husband seeking warmth. Their breasts are particularly sensitive to the cold and they will often try to rub them against his hard, warm member to warm them up. Also like a Holstaur, they are willing to accept refusals for sex though they do have a limit to this. Eventually she will reach her wits end and rape him until she is satisfied. Though afterwards they usually return to their meek and gentle demeanor and are usually very apologetic over the loss of control.
Holstalamias are also very good burrowers and can often move throigh soft spil as if swimming in it, however this rarely helps them when hiding because they often forget to pull their tail under.
[Snake lover rejoice, for a bring you a Lamia this time. The Holstalamia is loosely based off of the milk snake. Now the milk snake doesn't actually give milk or any milk like substance, the name comes from an old wives tale saying that they'd sneak into barns and suck the milk out of a cow or goats udders. This of course is udder nonsense. The snake is actually going into the barns after rats and mice but hey, that doesn't stop me from exploiting the name to give the Reptile Kingdom it's own version of the Holstaur. Information on the Reptile Kingdom and links to the other Reptile Kingdom mamono can be found here: (http://monstergirlencyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:The_Reptile_King/The_Reptile_Kingdom) You can also make suggestions there if you want, just follow the rules on that.
As per my norm, feedback and criticism is welcome and encouraged, so long as your criticisim is more than mindlessly insulting me, I want something useful out of it. So tell me what you think of her]
That would be aswome Lamias are one of my favorite species all around(Should be obvious really, given my username.)..Besides Corn snakes are kind of Iconic in the snake world, being one of the cutest species around, Hell IRL Tack's actually my pet corn snake.
Well I'm not actually trying to top myself, just make good mamono that are accurate to the real life animal or monster. A lot of the Holstalamia is based off of my mothers pet milksnakes. They spend most of their time hiding but they usually have their tail or some other part sticking out. When they're hungry they're always out begging for food. And during the few times either of them got the guts to strike they always bounce off without actually doing anything. The one time that one of them actually managed to penetrate skin he got stuck. So having them be kind of airheaded and incommpitant just came naturally for these girls. The rest was mirroring the holstaur.
@Praetor Dude, lamias and Apophis and all those other snakey Mamono lactate too. Dem bewbs ain't just for show. Rep just happened to make a cute snake Mamono with a nice disposition. What's not to like?
If the pictures are to be believed, they lactate extremely well.
After the RP dustup blows over, maybe a few of these ladies could be taken under the proverbial wings of Whitemarch's Holstaur wives. Help them learn a trade, build up some confidence, grab a wandering refugee for a husband.
I know, right? And yet, here we are. It's partially the reason I made Whitemarch comparatively normal, an archetypal fantasy nation in what could be seen by some as a sea of weirdness. Tailored weirdness, but weirdness nonetheless.
True dat. The only things to worry about in the wilds of Whitemarch are Werewolves and one or two Dragons, and maybe a Manticore. But, they don't cause any trouble, unless you bother them. In the city and cantons its a different story.
Well, there isn't a Praetor Fan Club in Whitemarch (unless you count all the ladies who tossed their unmentionables) but I have it on good authority that a reputable Holstaur dairy has named two cheeses after your triumph: the Praetor Parmesan and the Dead Diabolos Dorsetshire. I hear they're hot sellers on trade days.
As for why you have a fan club , well, Dimorphs love guys like you and there are quite few young Trikes, Lizardmen, and Salamanders who look up to you as well. You even got a following among a few of the younger Tyrannos. You're also known to hang out with the king so that marks you as a person of interest to begin with. Any knight who hangs out with royalty with a knight to remember. (Heh night to remember. I still got it with the puns.)
So Praetor, expect marriage requests, marriage demands, and screaming fan girls when you come back to the kingdom.
Don't forget guys, in order to stimulate the economy of both Whitemarch and the Kingdom, I put a portal in the Whitemarch town center so people and goods can travel between the two with ease. The Praetor fan club can come and visit their Idol at any moment!
Indeed you did, and the Regent put a locked barrier on it and moved it to the edge of town to prevent unauthorized comings and goings in these dangerous times (i.e., until the next RP series is finished.)
I'm not shy, I just like my peace and quiet. A wooden fence will be fine, if we make a stone one then they may start placing confessions or marriage requests in there. Ughhh... my mailbox is going to be full of spam now.
He probably assumed that they didn't lactate. Don't know why he would assume that. Why would an organism have breasts without producing milk. Have latge globs of sensitive flesh just waiting to be injured isn't good for survival.
Not sure why it would be for my kid's sake, but no. It wasn't. They don't function in that way biologically, only in an erogenous way. Quite well, I might add. If you need further detail, I can indulge you, but it may offend your paladinous sensibilities.
I was just wondering why you'd create an organism based around being milked, from an organism that can't lactate. It makes sense that Lamias lactate, having breasts and all, but...yeah. I was kinda like "WTF?" Then I realized it was a pun on milk snakes...after I posted that comment.
I don't blame you for being peoud of her, I would brag but all I have is Aabi. I guess she is good at giving me a headache. But Rhun/Nezon can really clean a home, I swear EVERYTHING gets cleam, even the fireplace and the pipes. No nook and cranny is lef unscrubbed!
The best part is they can go with me anywhere and they won't take up any room, when I was a roaming knight Rhun/Nezon acted as a gel layer in my armor along Aabi. Aabi may be a hastle most of the time but I love her, if it wasn't for Rhun's calm demeanor I would have lost my sanity a while ago.
BTR...maid mamono would win Olympic medals in cleaning if that was a thing. Hell, Morgan once cleaned half the house in 5 minutes on full "ninja maid" mode. And she is probably the only person EVER to take down a Dragon using a broom. And they'll clean ANYTHING. Seriously. I once woke up, and Morgan was hanging from the ceiling somehow, cleaning the blades of the fan in my bedroom.
This is why the Raptors who are my ninja body guards are also my maids. A determined Mamono Maid can perform miracles in order to get a house clean. Imagine what would happen if they are actually trained ninjas too.
Deinonychus and Bambiraptor are both just a type of raptor, I don't see a reason to give them separate profiles when all Bambiraptor is, is smaller raptor and Deinonychus is pretty much the archetype for raptors.
Well Hellspawn your clearly a newbie when it comes to Geckos. There is a very clear difference between numerous species, especially ground dwelling geckos like the leopard and fat tail in comparison to the other tree dwelling sort.
And LoS, that's kind of my point. Beyond coloration and some slight physical differences dealing milk snakes and corn snakes is about the same. Milks like to burrow more but that's really the only major difference in caring for them.
Substrate is what you have lining the bottom of the enclosure. Most folks use sand, repticarpet (basically astro-turg), Sand made from ground up calciun and a variety of mulch type stuff like chips of wood bark or a moss type stuff. Hell, even folded up paper towels are a type of substrate.
Bioactive substrate is one of the more complex types of substrate, it uses rocks, sand, dirt, and water to mimic the soil strata in the wild. It can be difficult to pull off but it usually works very well in keeping the animal healthy and you can grow plants in it as well. It does have a bad reputation though. In the captivity reptiles don't move as much so bits of dirt that get eaten with the food don't get worked out of the animals system so the animal can get impacted (basically its digestive system gets clogged up with debris resulting in the animal getting very sick and eventually dieing). This can be easily remedied by simply feeding the animal in another enclosure (a common practice amongst reptile keepers), hand/tong/tweezer feeding the animal, or in the case of most snakes, putting the food in a small bowl. However the possibility of impaction combined with idiots who accidentall poison their pet by using potting soil with fertilizers and/or pesticides and even bigger idiots who think that a bioactive substrate means that they don't have to clean up the snakes poop has resulted in most herp keepers mistrusting the system.
Oh yes. The little fker barks all fking night when my cat corners him in the kichen.
Hes an escapee from when my brother stayed the night and was moving his pets. He just set up shop in the kitchen, but several times I've caught him and my fire bellied toad Dundee getting all up in each other's shit on either side of the glass. Dundee is a freaking gladiator and isn't afraid of anything. He's in a rainforest split herp and I guess that looks appealing to the gecko. But he gets enough to eat I guess, because when I catch sight of him he looks mighty fat.
And you're right about the substrate, although I use straight pea gravel on the landmass and volcanic sand in the water. The gravels too big for Dundee and the sand helps maintain pH. So far I've had pretty good luck with the plants adapting to the gravel hydroponically, but it makes finding the poo harder because of the roots.
I remember when I was young my friends and I went lizard and frog hunting we caught about two dozen frogs and three dozen lizards and a single tokay ( sad to see poet owners release a pet in a environment where they are not usually found at). I was crazy when I was that age I live near a large water area with tons of topical plants and such so when I saw a iguana on the docks I thought that I could get it ( it ran into the water and away) the tokay got out and was never seen again
It's sad to say Hellspawn but most animal shelters don't take reptiles in the U.S. there are some reptile rescues but they are few, far between, and more often than not, poorly funded. Animal shelters in the U.S. only take puppies and kitties and other cutsie animals that people like and don't take much effort to care for. Occasionally you'll find one willing to take a bird but beyond that the humane society has no fucks to give about the scalies.
It wasnt a joke though, I seriously saw one last year at a con called Atomic lollipop and i learned some nice facts on snakes. Such as they can be gentle if you dont scare them, and these people are a snake rescue group. I am sorry if what i said was a joke and I hope i wont cause a misunderstanding.
Got you guys a pic for the Holstalamia. After I'm done with the harpy-wyverns, I'll be getting the second breed of lamia to exist in the reptile Kingdom. One who can give cuddles of a nearly unimaginable magnitude.
So they work in maid caffes? Neat!!! Wonder if there is any Holstalamia interested for a job in my favorite Maid caffe in Gracemeria? The pay is high and there is even free living quartiers in the deal.
Nice picture. As for the new lamia given the magnitude scale in the Reptile Kingdom you using the word unimaginable is actual making me a little concerned are we going to see a lamia the size jormungandr.
@Aro the Reptile Kingdom is like many places woth large mamono populations. Cosplay cafes abound, especially the maid kind and more than just Holstalamias work in them.
@Flame thanks bud, when I do the Adventures in the Reptile Kingdom page you might run into her.
@Chaos No nothing at jormungandrs scale no I was exaggerating for dramatic effect. I'm going to be making a return to the paleo side of things. LoS is finally getting the constrictor he'd been asking for.
@Hellspawn What's wrong hellspawn? Stunned by moe?
Cool beans, would be cool to do a bar tour of the Reptile Kingdom(a cool IRL activity, from time to time). Next time you pop in Emmeria we're going to a special Maid bar. They have Replicant maids, so you can have a 'custom maid' with 'custom outfit' exclusively serving you. :P
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.