Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24331106-20140325021100

Hello guys, I am a 13-year old aspiring author and this is my first creepypasta! hope you enjoy and please don't leave any comment that is derogatory or blatantly rude.

A Regil is a lithe, graceful, sneaky creature; Yet, strong and vicious, with murderous tendencies. A Regil is a deadly catish beast with a long, elongated snake tail, which can inject treacherous venom into an unsuspecting victim. A Regil is deadly. I've seen one with my own eyes. Malevolent things, they are, always on the prowl for flesh and blood.

And I love it.

Regil often like to prey on the weak and young, however a Regil is more than capable of killing a young adult. Regil hunt at night, as you would expect from a creature which is so cat-like in appearance: with bloodlust in their eyes, a yearning for a kill, desperately seeking for an easy victim. Regil are not from this world. They come from an alternate universe, where many unimaginable things run amok. Now, I know all of this because- (uninintelligible writing, blood soaks part of page)

Regil: I crouched silently in the tall grass; typical for a kill. The dark covering me, like a black cloak. My soon-to be-dead victim simply sat, writing hastily in a black, pocket-sized journal: odd that a human would be outside at this time. Foolish, very foolish.. the human had no chance to survive an attack from a wild animal, much less a Regil, like me. He had no protection at hand, yet he wasnt very young: the young are very naive. I slowly slinked closer and closer to my target. Suddenly, my long tail flicked. Surely he had noticed me now. I'd ruined my element of surprise, just like i ruined everything.. My eyes darted across to where my victim was. Focus! then, I realized he hadn't noticed me. How amazingly stupid was he! Perhaps he was too focused on his writing, but that did not give him an excuse to not have seen my tail flick. I was tired of wating, and my mouth was foaming, it was time to strike! I lunged at my victim in a swift flurry of movement. My victim thrashed and screamed, but he was in the darkness, nobody would find him in time. His stupidity had led to his death, and I had the honor of killing him! At last, I gained a good hold of his neck.My sharp claws dug deep into his skin, as my tail struck his leg. Two bite marks showed on his leg. I'd done it! This was my first kill in the human world! I finally snapped his neck to kill him off. Perhaps overkill, as my venom would eventually render him helpless, but still pleasurable. Suddenly, out of sheer curiousity, I flipped through the journal he had been writing in. Pictures of my kin, everywhere! Pictures of Regil sightings on Earth, Facts about Regils, Descriptions of different species of Regil, Regil Galore! Then it struck me: This individual was out in the darkness to observe Regil. He seemed to have an unusual obsession with our kind, having all kinds of Regil paraphernalia which i'd just noticed. HE might have even been out in the darkness to DELIBERATELY be murdered by a Regil. The thought brought mixed feelings: A feeling of anger, because that likely meant my victim was not even trying hard to get away, which didnt measure my true potential. If my victim had not even tried to escape me, how would this be worthy of being called my first kill?!` the whole point of killing a human, or any being for that matter, is the thrill from killing that only a Regil can have. A victim is another trophy in our mind, a reminder of our deadliness, our ability of killing in the way only a Regil can. In order for a Regil to have that full thrill, a Regil has to kill a STRONG victim. A vicitim that is neither young or weak. The young and weak are for apprentice Regils, and while I am an apprentice Regil myself, I decided to take on a young adult, which is the best age a human can be for a Regil to receive full satisfaction from their kill. I've always been one of the most devious of the Regils, so a victim that died willingly is not my "cup of tea" as those idiotic humans say. I thought back to my victim. He had a strange look of glee in his eyes before his death... Another feeling I had is curiosity: why was this individual so obsessed with us? Did he admire the way we killed the innocent and put the brave to shame? or did he simply think we were fictious creatures, such as Dragons and Bigfoot, and wanted to look for us in hope of finding a Regil. If it was the latter, he was VERY foolish. If he really thought we were fictious, why did he go out in this harsh wilderness and go looking for a Regil? he could've easily been killed by a wild animal, such as a bear or wolf, or even killed by another entity, such as the now-very-well-known Slenderman. If it was the first... my feelings toward that are: Shock, Awe. I could'nt even imagine how twisted this human must have been to be so obsessed with us and our traditions and killings. This behaviour may be normal for a Regil, but in human standards, it is insane. I decided to finally leave after having pondered deeply for such a long time. I slipped off into the night, looking for my next kill.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Today, a teenager by the name of David S. Taylor

was found dead in the woods by a Park Ranger, Donald E. Shaffer. The teenagers body was mutilated and his neck was snapped, and two mysterious bite marks, seemingly a large snakes, showed on his right leg. The individuals insides are also deteriorating, likely an effect from the snakes deadly venom. The young adult had always had an odd obsession with death and detached body parts, however this is evidently not self-inflicted. This case will be held open and researched thoroughly.

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By the way, I have an edited, better version of this pasta on my laptop somewhere, but I cannot find it. I will update the pasta and this discussion when I do. 