As for the incompetent guard, Eliza, who let all those mosquitos into the village without ringing the warning bell. Fate is not without a karmic sense of irony. One of the blighters grabbed the poor girl from the rear as it was making its way out of Genkysou Village. She tried to fight it off valiantly, but it knocked her spear aside and pushed its proboscis up inside her pretty pink pussy. She struggled long and hard into the dark night.
“Noooo.. Noooooooooo” her tortured cries echoed into the night, finally warning some people to shutter their windows and bed down securely if they had not had the wisdom to have done so already.

As the sun rises above the VIllage, her sucked out corpse lies in her guard blind, sitting in a puddle of her own filthy piss and shit., The mosquito had managed to work its pole all the way up into her, wriggling it deep into her heart. Eliza squirmed on her stick, helplessly impaled as id began to fuel her fears, and make her heart race.

Her own shortsightedness had doomed her, just as it had countless others that night. When she had failed to ring that bell, many of her fellow citizens had paid the ultimate price. She bucked and tried to shake it off with her hips, and cut her hands on the sharp ridges of the pole. The Mosquito just buzzed a little and began to draw her heartblood through its long sippy straw.
Hours later she had finally died.

Sluuuurrrrpp
Sllluuuuurrrp
Slurrrrrrrrrp
Dry.
The serrated Proboscis starts to slip from Eliza’s emaciated body, making bloody notches in her pussy folds.
It pulls out of her and dribbles a little blood on the floor, its abdomen full to the brim with crimson liquid, and flies off into the brilliant orange morning sky: The rest of Genkysou was just beginning to wake up with the dawn, and begin their day. The merchants set up their stalls, the patissiers were cooking up their breakfast pastries, and the fishmongers were already out negotiating deals with fisherwomen just returning from an overnight boat trip. All were oblivious to a lone mosquito exiting high above the city, its sac happily full of scarlet blood.

The swamp had bred more of its vicious insects, and when breeding season rolls around again, the cycle will repeat itself. Soon they will terrorise the countryside once again, preying, and engorging themselves on travellers and fisherwomen. This will not be the last time Genkysou is darkened by their shadows.



Eliza’s body just sat rested up against the walls; just a sack of sloppy, saggy skin filled with bones. When it comes time for a change of shift, her body will finally be discovered in a puddle of her own shame, and an order will be given to clean her out.
Her body will be stripped of its skin, which will be tanned and used for many small leather products… but the bones will be chucked into a Scout Corps latrine, with all the other traitors, ancestor defilers, failures, and incompetents who’ve gone before her. Everyday, girls from the scout school will use that pit to relieve themselves on her open grave, and wear her skin as a boiled leather pauldron.
Word of her deeds will be struck from the history books, and Eliza will just be another unnamed set of bones mixed in with thousands of others.

In the World of Bones, death is no escape for dishonour.