Boogie_Gal

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"Afraid of the dark? Smart."

Hiding in closets, underneath beds, just waiting for her victims to climb under the covers and try to drift off into slumber land... She simply waits, biding her time, until finally she wraps them in her loving embrace. Well, okay, "loving" would be a horribly inappropriate way to describe her embrace. In fact, "embrace" would be even more grossly unfitting for describing what she does. In a word, she devours. Whole, if possible.

She's a shapeshifter, capable of sensing just her target is most afraid of and becoming that. She feeds upon both her prey's fear and their physical body- like icing on a metaphorical cake. You can eat a cake without icing, of course, but isn't it so much better when it's slathered on nice and thick? And you get sick of just eating icing after a while, wanting something substantial to fill your tummy.

Does she have a true form? Perhaps, perhaps not. Those who've captured a rare glimpse of her unshifted and who've lived to tell about it describe a formless, shadowy mass, blending seamlessly into the darkness. At all times she exudes an aura of dread, causing potential prey to have that sinking feeling that something, somewhere, is watching them. She'll often wait for her prey to "find" her- to look under their bed or open their closet door, only to see her blood-red eyes gazing right back at them.

Of course, by the time your eyes meet hers, it's too late.

Her preferred prey is a bit on the younger side- after all, it's the little ones who scare easiest. But she's not picky in that regard. Heck, sometimes she won't even consume her targets, satisfying her hunger by instead manipulating a situation so they're killed by other means.

Her "personality," if one could call it that, is that of a playful, giggling trickster, taking delight in pulling pranks of various severity. Maybe she'll pull down your pants or unplug your television. Maybe she'll give you an innocent shove while you're stand atop a cliff. Fear, embarrassment, sadness- she'll take what she can get.

Though a creature of darkness, it's not unheard of to encounter her during the daytime. In fact, it's then that one should be even more worried- she may be taking shelter in some out-of-the-way corner of your house, and she's not the type who likes being found. She can't stand direct sunlight- it won't kill her, but it'll certainly make her uncomfortable.

She has surprising control over her body, often twisting and contorting her monstrous form for easier consumption of prey, or to further trigger fear from her prey. It's not just the shape of her body, however, that she'll change- what happens upon contact with her 'skin' is highly variable. Often it is simply smooth and elastic, like a rubber ball. When angered, however, she can simply wash over her prey and dissolve them. It's a horribly agonizing process, of course, though it only takes a few seconds. The quick dose of pain and fear is sort of like an energy drink, for her- a quick buzz, but nothing substantial. As a result, she doesn't do this often.

If you're lucky enough not to be dissolved outright, well, you really aren't lucky at all. The same fate awaits you in her stomach, simply prolonged as she enjoys your fear until there's nothing left to feed on. Once you're reduced to nothing more than a sobbing wreck, or have somehow managed to steel yourself into not giving her any more nourishment... Then you're dissolved.

A curious property of her "digestion," if you could call it that, is that it will only work on organic material. And even then, it's not all organic material- simply flesh and blood, organs, and some plant material. Often the only evidence of her attack will be the victim's clothes lying where they fell or, if she's feeling particularly macabre, an intact skeleton. Any other indigestible objects will simply be transported to a shadowy subspace, where they'll most likely get lost amongst the thousands of trinkets she's collected over the course of her many hunts.

History
"Once upon a time, a girl's jealousy gave birth to a monster..."

Long, long ago, two sisters lived in a village secluded from the outside world. One, the younger by a number of years, was doted on by their parents, much to the other's chagrin. For a time this went on, and the older's resentment grew unchecked. Finally, on a beautiful summer night, the girl killed her younger sister, devouring her whole to dispose of the body.

She died confused, scared, and utterly alone.

It was coincidence, perhaps, that her spirit was found by a demon willing to make a pact. The bizarre creature was drawn to negative emotions- but found itself in need of an anchor, something originally from the physical plane, in order to take on a real form. What's more gullible than a betrayed five year-old? She readily accepted, finding a new friend in the form of this wandering spirit...

Neither of them expected what happened next.

The demon fully expected to simply absorb the girl's consciousness and be on its merry way. A botched wording in their agreement, or perhaps the undying will of the human spirit, led to a much more interesting arrangement. The little girl ended up the dominant, and the demon was absorbed into her, rather than the other way around. The creature that resulted was a childish, playful trickster... With a never-ending hunger to sate, and a lingering desire to see revenge taken on a certain sibling...

Other Stuff
Some things that I love in scenes (not required, but if we share some of these interests...) are underage prey, prey who try to fight back (or perhaps seek her out to try to slay her), diapers, and prey soiling themselves in fear.

Things that will detract from a scene? Genitalia, poor spelling/punctuation, willing prey, or non-oral/absorption vore. Those are non-negotiable!

Current Events
Boogie made the mistake of attempting to make a meal of Akane_ while exploring her domain. Fooled by the girl's unassuming appearance, she was overpowered and forced into servitude. Magic stitched into her soul and a pair of buttons over her eyes now mark her as the witch's thrall. To Boogie's credit, she's adjusted somewhat well, it just means she's had to share a few of her catches.