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Gulls mewled overhead lazily, drawing slow white arcs through the sky as they glided above the shoreline. Waves crashed against the rocks below, a fine spray of diamond vapour wisping up to greet the petite young woman who had stretched out next to a gnarled old coconut tree, propped up on an elbow as she stared out into the nothingness between blue sky and likeminded ocean.
Was there another island out there, beyond what she could see? Over the blurry, unremarkable horizon? She often had liked to think so, as the thought of an infinite nothingness depressed her. Maybe there was more, another island which was home to more sisters, separated from her by reefs, tides and giant sea monsters. Would they have such horrible things happen to them on their islands, too? Probably.

The wind changed direction, a colder breeze which tousled her straight brown hair slightly and brought goosebumps to her suntanned skin. Shivering, the woman’s thoughts changed more to the present. Soon the monsoons would come and lash the island once more, and she would have to abandon her favourite spot here on the rocky beach to find stronger shelter. That meant one of three possibilities. And all of them were dangerous.
>> Anonymous
Many of her kind would return to their place of birth four years earlier, to the concrete structures in the southern cove. There they could hide in the deepest recessions, near the incubation tanks and nursery, where they had learned to use their already fully developed bodies. But the dead claimed domain over the built-up compounds, hideous faceless parodies of her sisters which ate the flesh of the still living, ignoring screams as they feasted.
More would likely try the subterranean caverns which ran under the island like empty arteries, all converging of the dead heart of the volcano in the center. But the ocean was relentless in it’s rage during a monsoon, and if the caverns flooded there was no escaping the agony of drowning, your bloated corpse nothing more than food for rock crabs and seagulls who still wheeled through the thermals above.
The woman shuddered at the thought of such a death, having seen ragged remains of a sister like that before, blank stare forever a haunt of her mind.
There was only one last choice: brave the deeper forests. The thought of the roaming carnivores and plants which were always on the lookout for an easy meal was no consolation, not to mention hunting parties of Scalies which would be hunting for her and her sisters during the monsoons, stone spears and nets at the ready. But she could not face the compounds again in her life, nor could she bear to live in the lightless, dank underground and rely on hope not to drown, clawing at the walls as she died.
>> Anonymous
Sitting up in the glowing sunlight she stretched like a cat, arms above her head before she slumped back down on her back, arms resting just under her breasts as she stared out to the sea. There was a more pressing problem than death right then: how to spend her afternoon. She wasn’t hungry, and the coconut trees and blackberry bushes were plentiful anyway so she didn’t have to stockpile. So boredom was her enemy.
There was always swimming. The ocean was very inviting, and she had been born with a working knowledge of how to swim, just like her sisters. But it was chancy, taking a dip alone. Without a lookout she was easy prey for a ripper shark, which always seemed to lurk behind rocks and wait for a beautiful woman to come by before attacking in a bloom of black crimson. Not to mention the giant octopus, which could swallow a sister whole (and had before).

Maybe she’d just stay on the beach and wile away the afternoon?
>> Anonymous
As she snuggled deeper into the sandy grass below the tree she had chosen, a voice called out from the higher end of the cliffs. Looking over without moving, she saw four sisters waving to her, upside down from her angle. Smiling, she waved back. They were talking amongst themselves as the closest of them called out to her, two wearing silver bikinis like she was. The others went without.
“We’re going to the main beach. You want to come?” the blonde shouted over the crashing surf, idly fingering the battered straw cowboy hat she held in her hands as she looked down at her lone sister.
The main beach had once been home to a resort village on the island’s north-east, where the whitecoats had lived with their families before her and her sisters were born. Monsoons had destroyed most of the structures, but the rubble was good for exploring and climbing, and the beach itself had pure white sands which reflected the midday warmth long into the afternoon. A lookout could climb one of the trees and watch over her sisters as they frolicked in the surf and swam out after fish and clams.

Quickly the brown haired woman got up and dusted the sand off her arms and legs before running along the grassy break towards the others, weaving around more coconut trees. She never had to worry about a sister. They all knew to stick together, because there were more than enough things to kill them without them turning on each other. Besides, having sisters to play with was half the fun to be had on the island. As she ran, she thought she could hear their conversation, and smiled as she approached the foot of the cliff.

She hadn’t been watching the forest.
>> Anonymous
With a crashing tear of branches a great scaly paw reached out of the brush and took a hold of her leg. Yelping in surprise, her gasp became screams of unbridled terror as she was dragged into it’s hiding place, falling forward and clutching at grass tufts in the sandy soil. Desperately she looked back at the sisters on the cliff. They had gotten down so as not to be seen by any more of the beasts, and peered over the cliff at her like scared kittens. They could do nothing for her, and could only watch in sadness as the beast devoured her whole, her screams dying abruptly as the foliage shook back and forth, until eventually all was still and calm. Above, the gulls still rode their updrafts, and the noise of the ocean dominated the stony coast once more, master of it’s domain.

Slowly the leader put on her straw cowboy hat and motioned for the other three to quietly follow, the group quieter and soberer for the whole trip to the main beach.

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What you read here is an idea I have been mashing for a while. If you like, I may turn it into a small series.

Following is some back story (albeit not too well written backstory. I'm tired)
>> Anonymous
Thought I was in /d/ not /e/
>> Anonymous
/e/ would have a fit if I had bloody, naked adventures posted in there.
>> Anonymous
Beautifully written, I expect more of this soon enough. Your descriptions are excellent, and I'm starting to sound a lot like a critic. Superb job, keep it up.
>> Xerzec
I'm not entirely following.

I could like where this is going, but I don't know if you and I share a similar mindset with this kind of thing.
>> Anonymous
OP here.

>>984507

I guess it depends. The setting gives me a pallette of gorgeous women on an island without men, who can (and do) get horribly killed (or otherwise) on my whim, by a variety of entities.

Sound like your kind of party?
>> Anonymous
Why post huge blocks of text when there's been plenty of shit thrown about recently due to somebody being banned for the same thing?

Not to mention your story isn't even /d/, and you've posted no images. He didn't deserve his ban but you do.
>> Anonymous
>>984592

Don't see why. I'm not breaking any rules, and this is the only board which I won't be breaking rules by posting this in. As for the pics, I couldn't find anything vore so I made do.
>> Anonymous
>>984596
Just because you don't have a relevent pic that doesn't mean you can post anything. There's nothing alternative about the pic you posted or anything in those giant blocks of text.
>> Anonymous
>>984596
Not breaking any rules
You are also showing yourself to have no fucking common sense. Enjoy your ban.
>> Anonymous
>>984605

I will, if the case be that I do get banned. See you after I appeal it, and thanks for reading :D
>> Anonymous
>>984613
What exactly will you say in your appeal?

"Oh hey, I posted an /e/ pic, typed a bunch of crap, and caused undue drama in /d/. But seriously its not like massive blocks of text haven't been causing shitstorms in /d/ at all so its all good."