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Feyli has a minion!

Incubus the Nocturne

Feyli
Legacy Name: Feyli

The

Arid Feli
Owner:

mockingbird

Age: 17 years, 3 months, 2 weeks

Born: February 3rd, 2007

Adopted: 17 years, 3 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: February 3rd, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 10
Strength: 16
Defense: 16
Speed: 13
Health: 15
HP: 15/15
Intelligence: 6
Books Read: 6
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

name: fey "feyli" linarii
gender: female
age: spirited away at nineteen. ageless now.
species: succubus
world: dream realm
feline form: lithe white cat, black stripes on rear. small leather wings and forked black tail. black ram horns on head.

built: hourglass figure
hair: long and curly. ivory in color.
eyes: narrowed, cherry red. slit pupils.
skin: pale, at times gray

sexuality: heterosexual
distinguishing figures: black leather wings on skull, smaller ones that float behind her back. forked black tail.
forms: anthro/human, quad

reached goal of Arid:
on 23/12/08at 12:55 PM
art: pet profile thanks to

ibook, x by

Mercutio, x by

Barghest, x by

upatoki
collection: Feyli collects precious gems, stones... anything that flatters her image. succubus are vain creatures, and though the dreaming realm has no worldly possessions like our world, she is able to hold onto these small trinkets.

trapped in dreams ...

I do not know how long ago, but I know this realm you call 'Subeta' is not my own. Often I when I walk among dreamers I sometimes drift between worlds. This does not bother me. I have long since abandoned use of direction. The past I once had holds no meaning for me, as did the realm I called home. You dreamers are strange folk, strange but truthful. Every one of you are dreamers, every folk whether mortal or not; you all have dreams that I slip into eventually. You may be glad to see me, or horrified. I cannot imagine why. Few can see my true form. I tend to stray far from those folk. They don't make for easy prey.
I am a predator now. I was once a beautiful, bright lass who had a glorious future ahead of her. I lived among you dreamers in the waking world, felt real sun on my now cold skin and felt emotions that portrayed my race. When it came time for me to choose a suitor, I was fickle. I broke many a heart and I suppose I deserved my fate at the time. But I wanted the best for my life.
I had the good fortune to anger a suitor who turned out to dabble in forbidden arts. He sent after me an incubus in my dreams, who lured me away so far from my body that I could not return. My family could not figure out why their precious daughter would not wake, my body buried; pronounced dead. If I ever went back I would find myself in a grave, my beautiful body rotted away to nothing but a skeleton.
My years spent in the dreamer's realm was with the incubus close at hand. His objective was to spirit me away but now he wanted me as his plaything. It grows boring in the dreamer's realm when nobody is around to torment, I soon found. I complied. There was nobody else around and the incubus was the only attachment to the outside world. I thought he would bring me back home. Instead he showed me around this dreary place, and I watched as he spirited more souls from the outside in. I found out he could only do so with the assistance of forbbiden magic; a dreamer cannot fully enter and remain here. That is why you wake.

I began to realize I was turning into something else. The years passed, centuries and my appearance changed. I was still the same youthful girl to others but when I looked in a reflection I had grown. The incubus informed me I was turning into a succubus. In years, I eventually did.
My skin changed, I had grown leatherly wings and a forked tail and such awful cravings I have... I want to kill. I have killed. Many, many times. But my lust for escape did not change. Sure, I have briefly wandered out of the realm to seduce men and lure them into the dream but I am not fully free from this curse. I do not care if I die at the end. I want to end the awful things this body makes me do.