Fan Fiction

This is some D&D fan-fiction that I wrote today (at work, lmao). I'll probably edit it a little this week, or maybe come back to it next week. Click here if you want more info about the type of creature featured in this piece. This is still a rough draft:

Xor’chylic did not run. He floated a few inches off the ground, but increased his speed. Reaching out with his mind, he sensed his meal's location. Through the alley, surrounded by log buildings with thatched roofs, he ignored the drunkards and beggars. Their brains weren’t nutritious enough for his needs, and they had no flavor. Closing the distance to his prey, he projected the sound of running footsteps into its mind, and felt the “fear” emotion in the creature increase.

If he had lips, he would’ve licked them. As it was, the tentacles surrounding his mouth excreted more liquid. His victim's brain waves would become more intense with heightened anxiety, which would make its brain delectable.

It stopped moving abruptly, and Xor’chylic assumed it had reached a dead end. Though he didn’t understand the emotion, “fear,” he had felt it from other beings countless times before. The amount spewing from this creature’s psyche was almost enough to render it unconscious. If he was only interested in the grey matter, this wouldn’t be a problem, but since he devoured the cognitive energy housed in the brain as well, unconsciousness was simply unacceptable. At least before the feeding process began.

In order to be truly nutritious, this creature needed to be awake and aware of what was happening to it.

Just around the corner, he knew his meal waited, cowering and trembling. Possibly defecating itself. Xor’chylic lowered himself to the ground, relishing the visceral feeling of hard packed earth on his ancient feet. He walked around the corner.

The darkness blanketing the simple village was no barrier to his eyes, and he saw her with perfect clarity. She was certainly human, with soft, pink flesh and golden hair. She was wearing leather armor, though she seemed to have lost her shoes somewhere in the muddy streets. Clearly, she had forgotten about the dagger at her belt. With her back to the log wall of a building, she was digging furrows in the dirt with her heels as she tried to escape through the wall somehow.

He entered her consciousness with little difficulty.

I WILL NOT HURT YOU. He projected.

She clapped her hands over her ears and fell over, the weight of his consciousness touching hers causing her intense pain. He walked slowly to her and took her head in his hands. With his mind, he flung the dagger out of her belt and into the darkness behind him.

He didn’t live to be thirteen hundred and eighty four by being careless, even with a human made feral with fear.

With a fierce blast of mental energy, he stunned her. She could still sense her surroundings, but was rendered unable to act. Kneeling down, he threw back his hood, and began slowly wrapping his mouth tentacles around her skull. At first, the four tentacles spread their viscous enzyme on her hair. The thick, mucous-like substance matted her hair down, making it easier to manage.

After her hair was coated in his saliva, Xor’chylic tightened his feeding tentacles, bringing her forehead directly to his mouth. His mouth consisted of three rings of serrated teeth, with an eighteen inch, rough as a sharpening-stone tongue behind them. They did not open and close as he brought her skin to his teeth, but instead, each ring of teeth rotated in a separate direction, and then back again.

This was how he bored through her skull. She was still conscious once it was done, but he knew it wouldn’t last. Her body and mind couldn’t take much more. Once his tongue went into her brain cavity and began severing the tissue attaching her brain to her skull, she lost consciousness.

Not that it mattered, the heightened brain activity would last for long enough. Long enough to fuel his psychic energy for another month, and long enough to be absolutely delicious.

With an obscene slurping sound, he vaccuumed her brains into his mouth, in the space of fifteen seconds. He spent the next few minutes licking the skull clean.