Yuki had wandered deep into the forest on the Island, this was nothing new, she normally went there when classes were not being held. She never liked being around the other students, feeling to uncomfortable being more of a social outcast. Walking to the river she looked up at the tall crashing waterfall, bitting into her lip she slipped off her shoes stepping into the cool stream shivering "This time I'm going to do it for as long as I can..."

She slowly waded over to the waterfall, her clothes getting soaked, dressed in a tight white tank top and black shorts her hair was flat down, her bangs in her face having forgotten her headband in her room.

Whisperer found himself in the misty spray of a waterfall. He didn’t know how he had gotten there. The last he remembered, he had been on the beach, about to make a meal of the delectable Isabel. He had been so hungry. Now he wasn’t; wasn’t at the beach, wasn’t nearly so hungry. His mind whirled as he struggled to understand what was going on.

He stopped and calmed his racing thoughts. As he began to focus, he took stock of his surroundings. He recognized the deep green foliage of the Shokushu forest. It rolled away in all directions, telling him he was far from the campus. A nearly full moon had recently risen. Her rays slanted in through the trees, casting long deep shadows that contrasted sharply with her bright, pale light. The waters of the stream and mist of the falls were silver and luminous, as though collecting and storing the precious moonbeams.

The transparent alien hovered near the shore at the base of the waterfall. The glimmering mist that wreathed him only served to enhance his natural camouflage, disguising the watery ripples his form caused in the crisp moonlight.

Slowly, Whisperer became aware of another presence. A young girl waded into the water from the opposite bank. She seemed to be heading toward the waterfall. How long had she been there? The question sparked the realization that he didn’t even know how long he had been there. Before that thought got out of control, he distracted himself by taking in the new arrival’s form. Her smooth, delicate looking skin seemed pale in the moonlight, just a few shades darker than the top she wore. Though that changed quickly as the white fabric faded to near transparency under the influence of the billowing mist. This afforded him a clear impression of the contours of the girl’s sizable bust. Full and round, her breasts were just the way he liked. He hoped they were sensitive, too. He did so love it when his prey squirmed in unwelcome pleasure while he molested their tits.

That thought reminded him of another girl had taken not so very far from here . . . Abruptly, Whisperer felt as though he were in two places at once; two times at once. Even as he watched Yuki draw ever closer, he experienced the act of bringing the Hawaiian beauty named Naoko to climax from breast play alone.

Feeling like his mind was shattering, Whisperer shook himself, sending a slightly greater ripple through the mist that surrounded him. Then the weird juxtaposition was gone, and Whisperer held very still. He hoped his unknowing visitor hadn’t noticed the disturbance.

(wow I hope you dont mind my posts not being as long as yours x.x;; I can only go so long before my words become repeated )

She shivered lightly feeling the cool mist flow over her body soaking through her wite shirt, revealing a thin white sports bra under it, though the the water soaked that as well. Under the wet cloth were small circles of pink. Suddenly she froze, notcing a small change in the scenery narrowing her eye brows she reached to her thigh, where a stick about 6inches in length was tied to her hip. Though she did not remove it from its bindings, shaking her head "It must be later then I thought...my eyes are decieving me..."

(Not at all. My posts won’t always be so long, it’s just that sometimes I get very wordy; and I was sort of on a roll there . . . I’ll try to keep from going overboard.)

Whisperer felt the girl’s apprehension. He stayed motionless while she looked straight at where he was hiding. He was concerned for a moment when she reached for the object at her hip; not so much over the threat of a probable weapon as with merely being discovered. He was not ready to make a move yet. He relaxed a bit when he felt her dismiss the disturbance, but he still dared not move while she was looking in his direction. The same mist that made him all but invisible in the wan light also made his movements more detectable.

That was not really a problem, though. Whisperer was good at waiting when he wasn’t particularly hungry. Besides, he was curios as to what brought this girl so far into the woods alone at night. Patiently, he returned to examining her from a distance, appreciating the flare of her hips and firm tone of her legs down to where they disappeared beneath the silvery water.

Sighing she walked up closer to the waterfall taking a seat on a stone just under the crashing water shuddering she folded her legs and began to try and relax her body as the freezing water rushed over her shivering form.

The transparent creature watched Yuki’s progress with interest. He was surprised when she sat beneath the endlessly pounding cascade, inundating her already shaking body with even more icy water. Unconsciously, he drifted closer to the unsuspecting girl, fascinated by her behavior. He stopped just outside the falling rush of water, still observing her intently and ‘listening’ to her thoughts.

She narrowed her eyebrows slightly completely clearing her mind, she virtually thought of nothing otherthen the cold ice water pouring over her. She shuddered visibly, she had to do this inorder to control her strength better. Several minutes passed yet it felt like hours as her body began to grow numb.

Whisperer was surprised to find a lack of thought in Yuki’s mind. It seemed her highly disciplined psyche was entirely engaged with the sensation of bone-chilling water flooding over her.

Suddenly, Whisperer realized he knew what the student was doing. Memories he had assimilated from the Korean martial artist named Fenris surfaced unbidden: The twin concepts of meditation and waterfall training combined to form a composite exercise to simultaneously sharpen the mind and toughen the body. He believed it was a fairly advanced technique that marked Yuki as a very dedicated individual.

Still absorbed in the study of his prey, Whisperer accidentally drifted into the column of falling water. His leading edge caused a split in the cascade directly above the girl. It was too late to disguise the disturbance, so he did the first thing that sprang to mind: he pushed fully into the flow, causing it to divert around his umbrella shaped mass and fall in a shimmering circular curtain. Simultaneously, he readied his stingers, expecting an immediate reaction

Her body had started to shiver when suddenly the water seemed to stop "What the.." she opened her eyes seeing nothing but a soft shimmer in the light. Narrowing her eyebrows she picked the small shaft off her hip pressing the button at the center, two poles thrusted out from either side of it making the staffs full length a few inches taller then her.

The monster had expected something of this nature, yet, still, he hesitated. Yuki had not leapt into action or tried to strike him, so he held back his sting.

Hovering five or so feet above the suspicious girl, Whisperer’s mass blocked the falling water. Transparent as he was, it might look as if the cascade miraculously split above her head to rain down four feet in every direction.

(Foolishly) wishing to avoid a struggle, he sounded his call, modulating it to carry extra meaning.

Yuki . . . Calm . . .

"Who or what the hell are you?" She bit her lip narrowing her eyebrows she gripped her staff tightly in her hands ready to strike when she could actually see what she was going up against "Show your true self or I will be forced to attack"

Whisperer found himself in a quandary. He had no doubt Yuki spoke the truth, yet he could think of no way to show himself that she would not find threatening. If he moved fast enough to define himself with motion, she would likely take that as an attack, while getting close enough that she could discern the outline of his body would likely spook her regardless. Really, there was only one way he could see for this to play out. He was an alien monster that lived by raping human females; he had no choice but to act like one.

The answer to Yuki’s demand was a flurry of motion. Four, thin, feathery stinging tendrils whipped out and down, crackling with electric shock. One struck at her front, the second and third struck from either side, and the fourth slashed toward her back, homing in on her spine. All four dripped with the paralytic venom that would rob his victim of conscious motor control.

Even as his multi-pronged attack flashed toward the target, Whisperer projected his call again.

Yuki . . . Sorry . . .

Her eyes widen slightly, able to block all but two, the ones that hit her sides, struggling her legs began to shake a bit as the poison began already to take its effect "w..what th..the..." she stuttered jamming her staff into the rock she was sitting on trying to keep her balance and stay standing.

Whisperer was only mildly surprised at Yuki’s resistance to his venom. Though most of his victims succumbed immediately to the paralysis, her focused mind produced signals that were difficult to block. Still, it was only a matter of time. The toxin spread relentlessly through her system, blocking off nerve impulses from her motor cortex. The girl’s valiant struggles only served to prolong the inevitable.

The alien always tried to catch victims of his poison before they could fall; Yuki would be no exception. He did realize the prospect might be tricky, however. She was liable to react violently if he moved to soon, but if he waited to long, she might collapse into the frigid water. He wouldn’t allow her to come to any harm, of course, but he was loathe to cause any more discomfort than was necessary. She had already subjected herself to enough for one night. He only wanted to warm her up and make her feel good . . . whether she wanted it or not.

In the end, Whisperer decided to try to use the feisty girl’s combative spirit against her. With one rough, bristly grasping tentacle, he feinted toward her from one side, hoping to draw her into an action that would knock her off balance. Meanwhile, he readied four more graspers to deploy into a sort of safety net should she take the bait.

She growled lightly trying her best to stay stable when it launched its attack, trying to swing at the invisible beast she ripped the staff from the stone throwing a few bits of rock at it, unfortunately her legs were going completely numb, causing her to go off balance falling back towards the freezing ice water.