You are Sril, a cute faerie girl not yet out of faerie school. With your girlish face and innocent blue eyes framed by long pink hair, and your cute little ass and pert breasts, you would be a real treat for any predator. You had wandered away from your colony for a day of fun and adventure, an activity that faeries are fond of, even though it usually ends with the faerie filling some lucky creatures belly after a hard fuck. Fortunately for Faeries (and their predators) they breed like rabbits. After flying about for a short time, miraculously escaping the notice of all predators in the area, you had stopped at a large lake to bathe, careful to watch out for fish, frogs, and insects you began your wash. Humming quietly to yourself you slide into the water, the faraway chirping of birds and croaking of frogs make you think of music, such beautiful noises hiding such horrid creatures you think to yourself.
There had been a time when you thought birds were beautiful, back when you were very young, but that ended when you watched one scarf down two other little faerie girls. It had swooped down when they were playing and unceremoniously gulped the screaming children down, even now you remember the sight of their screaming faces as they slid down the birds throat and out of sight. You had been shocked at the time, and luckily under a tree branch, as the bird flew away with a swollen belly, the spot where the other girls had been playing now empty, as if they never existed. Just thinking about it made you shiver, but you were a clever faerie, Selesia said so and if anyone would know she would, she's your teacher.
Fear rips through you as you think you hear the marsh grass around you moving, but after a moment of frozen terror you realize the wind had just picked up, causing the grass to rub against itself. At least, thats what you think, sighing with relief you look about carefully to make sure the coast is clear. When a faerie wets their wings they can't fly until they are dry, and that takes some time, making the faerie easy prey. You can't remember how many faeries have been eaten that way. Feeling safe you slide beneath the water and open your eyes, vision slowly adjusting as your hair floats about your face when...
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