Bob took to the air,
With a wing-ebon flair
he would dance and chitter,
Aerial pounce and skitter
bringing such a fright
claws wriggling with delight
He snargled and he rawrgled
His hissled and his gargled
“The moon is full, let’s go out!”
As he dusted up his fangy snout
In Napa, there is a place where the youth loathe to go. Deep within the oldest, most overgrown road where a curse is said to lie, dwell the most abhorrent of beasts. Partrick Road. The overgrown mass of old trees, twisted around each other grows closer and closer into a thick tunnel. As urban sprawl gives way to the whims of nature, the forest grows older, deeper and darker in this place, than any other locale of the ancient wood, where the vines have twisted, lies the blocked entryway of an ancient and forsaken cemetery. Giant boulders block the path, yet rumor has it that the old gate contains a host of ill-bred creatures. Beasts.
Some say the creatures were always here, cursed beasts from a time when magic was freer. Other people say that the monsters are the shackle we must bear for the invasion of native American lands. Others say that they're an experiment gone wrong or a Chinese curse. I have heard many stories, yet many first hand, of the creatures that dwell in the crouching Napan hill.
Rare, elusive, spiteful and intelligent, these demons infest the ancient forest, a testament to ill-fortune. They harass passerbyes and drivers. Some say they have been rumored to kill people or snatch children from their rooms or people who are making out. Whether there is something alive and dangerous on that road though, is anyone's guess. Car accidents, horrified people, sleep walkers, nightmares, kidnappings, killings, hangings and mass murder surround this hallow and the beasts that may hide in its tangles.
Though in form they appear to be ebony monkeys, their faces are twisted with spite. Their eyes glow an ember-red and their fierce cries can be heard day or night. Concealed in the darkest shadows, these monsters glide on naked flesh wings, flying horrors. Perhaps they're ancient demons from a people long gone, or perhaps they are simply a result of drug-induced hallucinations. Sometimes they are the size of small monkeys, other times they are the size of large men, towering over 9 feet tall. Legends have abounded and I have collected information first hand from many sources.
I have heard that they are the results of early genetic experiments by scientists.
Other times, I have heard that many Chinese people were killed by the Partick Family patron in the mines after the quicksilver was mined and there was no more work for them.
I have heard that its tied in with the "Napa Curse" the horrid curse that makes people forever return to Napa, no matter how far they stray. It is said that the Pomo Native Americans who lived there cast the curse on "White men" because they drove them from their homes, so for revenge, the natives made a curse to make Napa the "white man's" Prison.
I have heard other stories, that the beast is a physical manifestation of a thief, rapist and murderer who was hung in a tree on Partrick road and buried without ceremony.
I also heard that the Napa Chamber of Commerce and other strange groups have held Satanic rituals. I worked for the Napa Chamber and saw nothing like that. However, I would not be surprised it older people (who happened to be members) were involved. However, like all myths and legends, the truth has fallen into secrecy.
One thing is clear, I have been to Partrick road…and something dwells there…I have rated it among my highest scores in latent energy and there is a distinct negative feel in that vortex. I can't think of anyone who has ever had a "normal" experience there.
Here is a site with mention of them: [link]
Stock Used: [link]
vervet monkey by ~kayne-stock
For the Legends and Myths Contest [link]
Rebobs have been seen for many Napa Valley, heart of the Wine Country, for many Generations. These evil winged monkeys are reminiscent of the Wizard of Oz, but from what I have gleaned, the legend is much older than that. I have heard that some believe wild monkeys just live in the forest.
If anyone finds out anything about rebobs, please, reply here. Its my goal to eventually write a book/paper with REBOBS in it!
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-------- Name: BOB The REBOB
nickname BatOrBrat (BOB)Known Genetics(Species, breed etc):
See Image. Strong, lean, fitHeight:Weight: Length: Color:
Black eye markings/EyelinerGenetic Parents:
StarterBreeding Picture that Created this Hybrid:
None, StarterReproduces With:
Wings, Irritating screechHybrid Offspring:
Available for Stud/LeaseFor stud/lease: Personality:Quick history:
Possum bus passing with passengers passing onto little flicks of rainbow lights, come dancing down their star-cast flights. Little faery dancing swift, unto bright highlight twist, it comes down to flitter, flutter flit, with onward to the stars they slip. Oh, but there in shadows sweep the bob is snarled, snarled a swab. He hisses, grunts and growls to them, with swiping snarls and howls intent on playing naughty tricks on little flits! Description:
Black, feathered wing, short spiky hair, black eyelinerOther:
Obsessed with Tariel. He has moved to Tir'Rielle and follows her constantly. He's different from other Rebobs! He's nice, but he'd never dare admit it! He's a rebob after all, and they are supposed to be EEEEEVVVIIIILLL! He has an obsession with chasing faeries.
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Some of the creatures are picky. Everyone is available to breed with, but you do have to note me first.
Scientist: Carrion Snape
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Art Notes: "I survived REBOBS in Napa Valley" and this image was inspired by Azmedon, my little bad guy angel from the Ebonwing story. Much of his story takes place in Partick, and on top of that, one of his forms is a "winged demon/monkey/gargoyle"