This choice: A lone camp fire in the middle of the grove, watched by a shadowy stranger . . . • Go Back...Chapter #6A mysterious stranger with a wonderous gift . . . by: Sonicrailin   --[I hope no one minds me introducing one of my own "brother" characters into this. He's an imp-like feline creature with creation magic that allows him to either warp reality or alter individuals in order to help his "playmates" with their desires. He's the Leprechaun of Fetishes, the Freddy Crugger of Desires, the Wishmaster of Dreams, the Doctor of Fantasies, and the master of his own Fantastic Island that he creates for each individual he comes across]--
Sally wanders closer, the sent of meat cooking on the fire, smelling like fresh cheese to a baby mouse. Her pace slows causiously as she becomes more aware of the strange figure sitting beside the dancing flames.
Even while sitting, she could tell that he was tall, toned, and gracefully slim. His silloette spoke of angular feline features, but also of something unearthly.
"Come, come little one . . . " he coaxed with a English/French noble's air, "don't stand there hungry in the cold."
He motioned to a seat across from him as he continued to turn a spit . . . that was loaded with numerous specimens of wild meat, all sizzling musically over the dancing fires.
Sally's stomach growled ravenously, but her common since for danger held her back.
"heheh," he chuckled warmly, sounding more and more like an uncle and less like a threat, "now, now Sally. Don't just stand there like a lost pup. Come and join me."
"How do you know my name?!" She asks in surprise as she inches closer to the stranger.
He just smiles gently, "Oh, I know every single soul on Mobeus, though . . ." he waves his free hand and conjures up a warm blanket up on the ajacent log for her to sit on, "most only know me through their dreams."
Sally finally sat down, her eyes dancing over the stranger's features now that they were bathed in the light instead hidden by it. His face was definately feline, but his ears and eyes were angled like a creature from a fairytale. He wore a traveler's cloak over a regal gentleman's garb . . . like a noble of old who had just stepped out for an evening jaunt.
He continued to smile and speak warmly, not minding her quizical and weary examination. "Some call me a wizard, others a demon, and a number even think of me as a saint." He began cutting the different meats into fritter size peices as he continued, Sally now captivated by his almost hypnotic voice. "I can sense people's thoughts, feel their dreams, detect their deepest desires . . . the very feelings that they keep to themselves and fear sharing with the world."
Sally flinched at that statement, but it was too late to hide it from his eyes. "So you know . . . "
"About the dream you've had . . .," he just gave her that big uncle smile as he began filling a plate with cuts. "Yes. A rather interesting one."
"Interesting?!" Sally practically shouted, "How can anybody think devouring one's friends . . . let alone enjoying it . . . is interesting!?"
The stranger hardly even twitched at the outburst, he just kept fixing the plate and laughing it off. "Hahahaha, indeed. What "rational" person would? And yet you can't put it out of your mind, nore ignore the feelings it's stirred in you." He hands her the heavily loaded plate, which she absidmindedly excepts. "Most 'rational' minds would think your dreams are the twisted results of hunger and a lack of meat. What with all the destruction the "good doctor's" robots cause and how the increased security on the Robotropolis warehouses have made it nye impossible to aquire proper food supplies. And a psychiatrist would think they are the results of dormant predatorial genes inherant in all Mobians from long ago being stirred by the hunger. The very same factors that lead to cannibalism in any sentiant species."
He poured a mug of warm cider for each of them before continuing, Sally's mind focused on this stranger's words while her hands were busy with the plate he'd given her.
"But I know this to be just intellectual sugar coating." he shakes his head with a laugh, "I can tell when something is merely primal instincts . . . and when it's true primal desire."
Sally almost dropped her plate and mug in protest, but he help up his gloved hand and she held herself as he proceeded. "I make it my purpose in life to find poor souls with such desires and . . . help them fullfill them. I can use my magic and powers to temperally warp reality in order to help my discovered "playmates" realize any and every pleasure, lust, and desire they have buried in them so they no longer have to feel tortured by them or being afraid of them. When I feel their needs have been properly filled, I reset everything back to normal so that it all appears to have been nothing but a very full-filling dream."
Sally's eye's widened at this . . . "So you've lured me out here to offer me such help?"
He smiles . . .
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