--; Female Slender

xiv-xion:

_{You should meet him! I bet you two would be really great friends! {Eager as ever, the child went up to the female enigma and gave her a nice big friendly hug. She was never really afraid, just more or less curious. Besides! If this lady was as nice as the man, then there would be no problems at all.}}

_{So how have you been? Where have you been? Do you remember me at all?}

Another… Strange one. Humans were confusing. Most were afraid, but some were brave — or stupid — enough to actually play around with a Slender. Good thing this particular one wasn’t very vicious.

When she was embraced, there were no motions of the Slender, only her faceless head tilting down. She then realized that it would be best if she had the ability to talk instead of interact by motions.

Her face started quivering, where her mouth should’ve been. With a few snaps and cracks at her neck, the quivering white flesh began ripping, getting faster and faster with each pull. The incubus’s mouth was soon ripped apart, black ooze foaming at the sides. The fleshy material of her face was still changing to match with her mouth, which was now open. She could talk.

And when she talked it was two voices; crazed man and calm woman. Her tongue hid in her mouth, the black substance in her mouth resorting to filling up the corners of her mouth. “… I have never met you, child.”

xiv-xion:

• mamaslender wandered into oblivion

_{You’re back! Now you and Slenderman can get married, and have Slender babies!}

… What? What did this child just say?

To spare herself the trouble of ripping her flesh open to speak, the demon only tilted her head, listening to the child with mild interest. Black hair drifting around her, her legs bent out, her body venturing down towards the girl. A tendril was extended, making a movement such as a shrug.

There weren’t any males around anyway.

theghostshrink:

At the Slender woman’s question, she is slightly taken aback. How did she- Before she had a chance to answer, the woman is drawn to the sound of the keys, making her scramble to her feet, hearing the eerie crack again of the neck, a slight shudder passing down her spine. She backs away, preparing to run again, seeing the Slender freeze. Maybe I can make it. Just maybe. 

As soon as the thought crosses her mind, the Slender is in front of her, making her stumble back. Luckily her balance is better than it used to be and she catches herself on the wall behind her. Well hell. No where to run or hide now. She leaves the previous question of whether she has had any experience with the afterlife alone. After all, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be more or less interesting to the being. If more interesting, more chance of staying alive. On the other hand, more interesting could give a better reason to stalk. 

She scoots along the wall, giving the creatures tendrils a wide berth, not wanting to be snatched up or ripped apart. Something like that. “Mmmm. Well you can blame the keys falling out of my pocket for that fact. Keys aren’t very good ninjas.” She quips back, stealing a glance at the Slender’s face. She doesn’t run though. There was certainly something interesting being up close to a Slender in their natural form. She had seen one other Slender up close, but he had been without his tentacles and was bearing a disguise. 

Looking over the creature before her, her mind churns a little bit. She felt like she was looking at the living personification of a Dali painting. Well, if not that, than certainly some other Surrealist that she would take inspiration from. Who knows? If she survived the encounter, that theme might appear in one of her works. “Has anyone ever told you that you look like something a Surrealist would paint?” 

After voicing this thought, she stops moving, just watching the creature to see if she needed to run again. So far it seemed like the being had a a sense of humor. Maybe if she amused her enough, the other would let her go. At least that was what Zoe was hoping. 

Perfect. She was just where the faceless creature wanted her. Not that she was going to dive onto her body and devour her whole — oh no. The male killed humans, not her. Trust was important, she needed that right now.

The two tendrils that were out most of the time slithered over towards the other, but they didn’t touch her. Instead, they moved about her, exploring her from a very close distance. It was as if the Slender knew that there was an invisible bubble there and she dare not pop it or she would suffer the consequences. Then again, did she care? Not much. Though, she still didn’t touch her. She didn’t need the female running away from her now.

The demon was taken back at her statement. What? Was she just trying to get out of this? Maybe so. It was admirable, but it wasn’t enough. The Slender wasn’t going to let her out of her grasp now. “… No.” Her tone was plain, nothing. There was no happiness, no anger, not even a hint of shock. Though, usually, her voice would either sound of that of a demon’s, or with just a sprinkle of playfulness in it. “But humans seem to be with a camera when we’re a-around.” Her tendrils began flicking, showing a slight sign of uneasiness. “I don’t like it.”

The Slenderwoman’s mind then switched back to what she really wanted to talk about with the girl. Flashing a giant grin once more, her tendrils remained calm once more, still poking about the girl. “Oh, my dear, it seems that you’ve never answered my previous question, hm?”

killmaster-andre:

I’ve thought about death plenty of times. In all honesty, I feel like I shouldn’t live, like I don’t deserve this life. It’s stupid, yeah. But that’s what happens when you’re clinically depressed.

Don’t think you’re good enough. Don’t think you’re an importance to anyone at all. Like you’re just some burden. Some pathetic fool who isn’t meant to have this life whatsoever.

And eh, I like hunting anyways.

The Slender wasn’t someone to give wise information, oh no. Though, there were times where she felt that it was needed. These humans are so stupid and they don’t realize this at all. Some times, it was needed. “Child, you mustn’t think such things… A-Apparently humans claim that everyone has a purpose. Still, they are the o-ones whom kill each other the most.” Stupid, all of them… Almost. “If you kill yourself, you’ll only be proving them right — in t-their actions, not their words.

“They say that everyone is beautiful, n-no matter what size, but still, they judge appearances. They say that every man has equal rights, yet t-they judge by skin tone.” Her head slowly turned back to him, but in a soft manner. A manner that didn’t involve the cracking of her head. Softly, she spoke her last words, “They say one man is innocent and in the end, he ends up getting killed anyway.”

Her voice became just a bit louder, with both the woman and demotic voice speaking. “And that is why most of the creatures that walk this planet are so stupid. They can’t accept themselves, let alone creatures that love killing. They love killing. So do we. Yet, they refuse us. We don’t understand their ways, and we hate them. They’re too confusing.”

Sheepishly, she looked away. That was probably the most that she had ever said since — … Well, that was the most that she had ever said. At the hunting, she glanced back, waving a clawed hand. “N-No, I’ll do it myself.”

killmaster-andre:

[ There was no intimidation, no fear. He just kept staring at her with this look o anger and disappointment. Without hesitation he took one of her tendrils, slowly stroking at it and giving a sort of amused look. Sighing, he finally spoke out. ]

Not like this would be the first time I thought of just letting myself die. -shrugs- I can hunt for you if you wish. Find something big.

When he gripped her tendril softly, she flinched only slightly and pulled it away, backing up a few feet. All her other tendrils were away, except for the one that he had touched. It stayed in front of her, lingering gently between the two.

“Y-You’ve thought about death?” What an odd child. Didn’t humans fear death? It made it more fun for the Slender when they did, but he didn’t. It was just plain; simple. Though, this Slender had never killed a human before. She couldn’t.

Her faceless head tilted to the side when he offered to hunt for her. “No, no, I c-can do it. I just need to find an animal. I’ll take it back to the forest and devour it there.”

theghostshrink:

When Zoe makes a slightly sarcastic joke, the Slender laughs. At least what she thought was a laugh. At least she/he/it has a sense of humor. Pretty sure that it’s a she. The hair and the voice were kind of give a ways. Plus she kept referring to male Slenders. Probably female. Probably. Zoe wasn’t too sure she wanted to give it much thought. Then again, she always had to give things thought, even if said being was attempting to eat her, or something. 

When the Slender speaks again, it answers Zoe’s question about the gender. So she is a woman then. The voice was the same as it had been at the beginning of their meeting. Both male and female. If Zoe wasn’t thinking about not getting eaten, this would be rather remarkable. The appendages and the voice changes, how fluidly the Slender moved. It was something she had heard from some of the ghosts. But they had never mentioned being eaten by a female Slender. 

A part of her knows that the Slender keeps her talking to pinpoint her location. Which Zoe didn’t care for. But she had been accused of talking too much on multiple occasions, because she honestly couldn’t help herself. She was a talker. “No. You don’t sound like a male.” She says softly, before moving out of that spot again. “How do I know you’re not just telling me this to make me trust you, making me come out, so you can kill me?” Again, she moves quickly. 

She quickly hides in another spot, frowning as she crouches down and watches. As she crouches down, her keys slide out of her pockets, to the ground and clatter loudly against the pavement. She inwardly swears, picking up the keys before moving to hide again. Way to go keys. You apparently want me killed, don’t you? You make me the worst ninja in the world. 

The growl was heard coming from her throat once again, but it was softer. The girl’s stubbornesss was beginning to get to her. Though, wasn’t that a good thing? The Slender overlooked that. She thought that she could probably get proxies in an easier way, but this was all to fun for her. She would have to do this hunting game more often then.

“Trust is the key here,” she speaks, tilting her head to the right. “You have great endurance, but trust is something that you lack.” Four out of the six tendrils were pulled into the silts of her dress, which was really them just retracting into her back. She always seemed to keep her front two out nowadays, using them for grabbing and whipping; that and her claws, which were currently out at the moment.

The demon could sense that she was still in the area. She hadn’t left yet. The girl spoke that she didn’t trust her, but the Slender was certain that she was unsure at the moment. Everyone was somewhat curious about the Slenders; and if not everyone, than just the special ones. “Do tell,” she mused, feeling around with her tendrils, “do you have any past with the À̐́̓͘f̈́̋̀t̐̄̇͝e̶͛͐̓̓ͮ̐̽̃͡ṙͮ̇̑ͤlͫͨ̆̋ͫíͤ̋̌͊̆̇ͬf̨ͮ̇ͥͯ̋ͮ́eͨ̇̀͟?̾̿̈”

Clink! Clink!

The sound of keys rung in the Slender’s nonexistant ears. She stopped, just like she had done before and slowly turned her head towards the noise, her grin wide. The eerie crack could be heard again, like the sound of someone bending a piece of wood in an odd fashion. Bending it like a joint in a human body; a puppet or sorts — a puppet who hadn’t been played with for thousands upon thousands of years.

When her head stopped, she remained frozen for a few moments. Then, in the blink of an eye, she lunged towards the spot of the dropped keys, only she stopped to give both herself and the girl a few feet of room. “There you are. Y-You’re not as quiet as you look.”