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Old 04-06-2013, 11:49 PM


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A note for those with a more delicate nature:
This thread contains images of animals that have gone through the taxidermy process. Nothing presented will be of a graphic nature, but if you would rather not see such things, consider this a cautionary note.


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Old 04-07-2013, 12:09 AM





The Duvalian Natural History Museum is a beautiful insitution located in a venerable old quarter of Duval's capital, Kubis City. It has been educating Duvalians of all ages for generations, showcasing artifacts and items -animal, vegetable, and mineral- from all over the world.



Pulling up after a dusty ride, we sort out our tickets and file into the museum. It certainly is a charming, if somewhat decayed, establishment. It has several floors of exhibits, many of which have been staples for over a hundred years. The museum gets plenty of natural light, with its great leaded windows, and over time the labels on many of the old exhibits have faded... Jeryck gave me some notes on points of interest, but leafing through them to get my bearings, I find that I can't read his scholar's handwriting. Howdy and I find ourselves at a bit of a loss - some of the animals on display are readily recognizable, but others are a mystery...

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Old 04-07-2013, 05:49 AM


Each day you will be presented with a fantastical and mysterious creature. It's your duty to identify the little critter and give it a backstory. Where does it live? What does it eat? What curious attributes does it posses? Etc. Let your imagination run wild and bring these strange fauna to life.

Here's how it runs:
  1. Observe the current beasty in the "Today's Curiosity" post.
  2. Fill out, then copy and paste the provided form into this thread.
  3. Each round will end and a new one will begin at 9PM Pacific. [Click for current Pacific time.] Afterwards previous entries will be moved to the "Yesterday's Curiosity" post, and then into the archive posts.

Biggles and myself will select what we feel to be the most imaginative and splendiferous of each days entries, and these people will win a prize. All results will be posted in the Community Discussion forum, after the event.

Only one account per person may play. Let's keep it honest.


Q. May I alter my form after I have submitted?
A. Indeed you may, but only as long as the current round is in play. After the round ends, all entries are locked in. -- If you do change your form, be sure to ping either Biggles or myself alerting us to this.

Q. I actually know what the creature is. What should I do?
A. This game is all about creativity. If you already know the identity of our curiosity, give it a new one. Put your noodle to work and craft us something even more fantastical. Pretend you're a Muppet Baby, use your imagination.

Q. Can I go to the bathroom?
A. I don't know. Can you?

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Old 04-07-2013, 09:42 PM





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Feralprince:
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This is Day Eight
This creature is a(n): Woolly Cockatrice
This is its story:

The Woolly Cockatrice is a horrible aberration that could only have been created by magic. The intent was by a sociopath wizard to create a vampiric wolverine dragon hybrid. The creature would have the eternal life and thirst for killing of a vampire, the brazen aggression of a wolverine, and the magical powers and strength of a dragon. It would be the maniacs weapon of mass destruction. However, it was not to be so. A mixup occurred in the laboratory, where the dragon component of the hybrid, a bone from a hatchling, was switched with a chicken by his cat familiar Loki.

There result was possibly the most ornery creature in all of recorded history. More annoying than dangerous, its chicken inherited stupidly made it impossible to control. It's creature released it into the wild, and it has been terrorizing small animals and children ever since. No one know's how they managed to reproduce, but they now populate wooded and rural areas. At first it was theorized that their lack of a natural lifespan would lead to massive overpopulation, but that has not been the case. It is theorized that they are so annoying that they can only rarely stand each others company long enough to mate.

They often prey on small livestock, and have been known to attack humans along wooded footpaths and when they try and defend their farm animals. No human fatalities have been reported, but it is best to leave their extermination to professionals, and to keep an eye on any children where a Woolly Cockatrice has been spotted.

twotickets:
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This is Day Eight
This creature is a(n): Buteo Jamaimarmoto Momaxcensis; colloquially, "Fanged flying groundhog" or "flyhog"

This is its story: The flyhog was until recently a creature relegated to legend and myth only, but scientists discovered a colony of flyhogs roosting in the densest part of the Duvalian forests about fifty years ago, and the rest, as some say, is history.

The flyhog has ever been known for its small but sharp fangs, its exceptional eyesight, and its ability to sense tiny vibrations in the land around it using its whiskers. In ancient times, the flyhog was used in match games much like cockfights, with owners raising and training the creatures to fight each other-- on land and in the air-- for sport.

Interestingly enough, ancient mankind could not have chosen a pursuit more alien to the flyhog's nature. Despite its natural predatory advantages, the flyhog is a shy, retiring creature and prefers to live in large colonies. Flyhog colonies generally consist of twenty-five to fifty creatures who share the responsibilities of hunting and foraging for food, building and maintaining an extensive network of nests, and raising and protecting their young. Approximately twenty offspring are added to the population each year.

In general, flyhogs prefer to hunt from their perches in the trees, sitting on a limb motionless for hours until their sharp eyes find the movement of a small rodent or the splash of a fish. When the flyhog bites, it injects a small amount of venom that works like a tranquilizer to stun the victim. The flyhog then eats what it has caught and regurgitates it for its young.

While flyhogs have been successfully raised in captivity, they are a rather dangerous creature to own; even a small brush with a flyhog's fangs can incapacitate a full-grown man for up to a week. However, flyhogs are intelligent and gentle creatures and can easily be trained to perform tricks for an audience.

Of late, flyhogs have been increasingly relied upon to predict seismic activity using their sensitive whiskers; scientists have found that the creatures can accurately predict even the smallest tremor in the earth up to fifteen minutes before the event. The value of this evolutionary trait is unknown.

Velvet:
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This is Day Eight
This creature is a(n): Feathered Vampire Wesat
This is its story: The Feathered Vampire Wesat is a creature that has a bad reputation throughout the island of Duval even though it is mostly native to the southern parts of the island. Myths and legends have sprung up all over of it having powers to turn the residents of any town, city, or home it visits into actual vampires. Children check their ceilings and closets for the sharp fanged creature before heading to bed and many people fear the sight of such a scary looking animal. But its reputation is nearly true for it is a blood sucker and it's diet consisted entirely of blood. Fresh blood. It lurks in barns, caves, abandoned houses, or just in the forests on Duval. It often build nests in the corners of the loft of barns and homes where it will take care of its blood sucking family.

Feathered Vampire Wesats enjoy the blood of livestock and other wild animals, usually not killing the animal in the process, simply draining a bit of blood every now and then. The only harm that comes to the prey are to small punctures that can become sore. This creatures have been known to feast on sleeping human beings though, hence the myths, legends, and horrifying night tales.

The Feathered Vampire Wesats may have feathers and talons, but they are in fact warm blooded animals and give birth to live young. Baby Wesats, called weezys, are born fuzzy, toothless, and clawless. They develop their two fangs and claws after living with parents for two full months. They then shed the fuzz and begin growing a thick layer of feathers. Sometimes blue, green, black, or the more common brown. The parents carry fresh blood in pouches in their cheeks and mouth feed their young until they are old enough to learn how to suck blood on their own.

Feathered Vampire Wesats are not popular creatures and often trapped (for it is illegal to kill them) and relocated to remote forests away from civilization.

Antagonist:
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This is Day Eight
This creature is a(n): Nocturnal Malvian
This is its story: The Nocturnal Malvian is a hybrid species of mammal and bird. Much like the platypus, it took man a long time to figure out this oddity. It is believed that this creature may be what mythical griffins that appears in storybooks throughout history are based off of. The average size of a Nocturnal Malvian is roughly the size of a condor, with a wingspan of up to 3.2 meters, and a speed of over 75mph in flight.

These creatures are a nocturnal species that dwell in the mountains of Duval, coming out at night from their perches to hunt for food. They are a carnivorous species, and their diet ranges from rodents and birds, to larger animals such as house cats and dogs. The Malvian will usually swoop down from above and bury its claws into their prey and fly off. If the prey is a larger animal like a dog, they will often swoop down and administer an often lethal, paralyzing bite with their mouth first before flying away and waiting for their venom to take effect, then coming back for them. Their venom is usually not lethal to the average human, though children, the elderly, or the sickly should be very careful around them. One bite can cause a full grown man to lose all feeling throughout their body, and, while able to move, their motions will become stiff and uncoordinated for up to three days.

The Nocturnal Malvian is generally viewed as a menace to locals, as they often break into farmer's chicken huts and make off with several unfortunate chickens a night, and if left outside, dogs and cats will also go missing. There has also been several reported incidents where toddlers who strayed too far away from their parents have been snatched away by these winged predators of the night. Due to their nocturnal habits this does not happen often, but it is strongly advised that you do not leave your pets outside at night, to secure your chicken or duck houses with firmer materials, and to never be above three feet away from young children when it is dark.

The Noctrnal Malvian make giant nests out of branches, their own feathers, and clay high up on trees or cliffsides, and they mate for life. Malvian hatchlings are born from their eggs with feathers and fur, though they do not grow their distinctive fangs until they are six months old. A Malvian couple can produce up to five hatchlings a year, and they live up to twenty years in the wild. The oldest known Malvian in captivity lived to the age of twenty-six before passing away. They are not easily trained and should be handled only by the most professional of bird caretakers. They are highly intelligent, and if trained, can do tasks from simple hunting and fetching to carrying mail and packages to a specified address.

Malvians are not endangered species, but hunting is still prohibited as they are not many in numbers. Their feathers are often used as decorations or quills, and it has been observed that if a cluster of their feathers are tied together and hung over a house, most Malvians will avoid hunting near the building. It is unsure whether it is because the feathers are seen as a warning or if it is seen as a proclamation of territory. Their feathers are hard to come by, however, as they often snatch up their own fallen feathers in order to add to their nest.

Nephila:
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This is Day Eight
This creature is a(n): Fugly's Owl
This is its story:

Not much is known about this nocturnal bird. The running joke with this creature is that it's to fugly for anyone to car to much about it's eating or breeding behavior. The truth is that they're very elusive and don't come out of their assumed burrows.

iamnotspam:
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This is Day Eight
This creature is a(n): Vampire Owl
This is its story:
"A loyal companion to any Vampire! It only feeds five times a month, and won't touch your precious human blood -- only animal blood for this bad boy!
Is a Werewolf attacking you? No problem! This lean mean killing machine will give its life for its Vampire master, to protect its Vampire master first and foremost and its clan secondarily; and it's not too bad at fighting either!
So cheap! Only $500 for one! Buy one today! Or two and give one to your Beloved!
Fine Print: we are not obligated to give you refunds if you feed it under a full moon resulting in its explosive death, if you leave it out when the sun rises, and/or if you otherwise mishandle said creature."

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Old 04-08-2013, 04:53 AM




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Kya Katsumi:
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This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Spidercus Clawticus also known as A Spider Claw
This is its story: The Spidercus Clawticus is our modern day cockroach, that's right, these little guys are abundant and nearly impossible to kill off. Unlike the cockroach, the Spidercus Clawticus is about one foot long and stands at about 7 inches tall from claw tip to head. The Spidercus eats just about anything made of metal. It will eat nuts and bolts left around and even tools. In rare cases, some Spidercus Clawticus have been known to eat parts off of vehicles, fences, and even door handles.

They may seem like no big deal, but watch out. When the Spidercus Clawticus feels threatened it lets out a deafening high pitched shriek that makes getting near the thing to squash it almost impossible. We've learned to simply clean up after ourselves, not leaving our favorite items containing metal laying around, and even yes, changing our doorknobs to wood. Some people even keep Spider Claws as pets. *shivers*

Nephila:
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This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Tumorous UrsaTalonous
This is its story: This is an interesting specimen indeed. Found while the museums first curator was on a camping trip. While fishing a near by cave begged further investigation by his daughter. Who gets her mind from her father. "A bear mummy" She exclaimed as she came bounding towards her father fishing. She pulled him away to investigate further and lo and behold it was exactly as the child had said. There in a state of mummification was a great whacking bear that had succumb to a rare form of cancer .
Since he was on a family trip at the time all he could manage to bring back for museum to study was this paw. A rare thing indeed to find a bear carcass in the woods, even rare a mummified one, rarer still a cancer victim. Never had a father been so proud of his daughter. From then on she'd be his lucky charm and accompany him on all his digs. The cave was never located again, if it had the bear carcass had been long gone. How curious in nature.

Q U E E N:
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This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Six-Tripodes Acutus Acedia
This is its story: This odd-looking little fellow is the infamous Six-Tripodes Acutus Acedia. In plain English, it translates from its scientific Latin name into the Six-Legged Sharp Sloth, after its ancestor, the sloth, and its sharp, claw-like feet. Although it may look dangerous because of its sharp and bony legs, it is actually a genetically mutated sloth whose long claws grew in the place of its arms and legs. The researchers and scientists working on genetic experiments had intended to cover its entire body with claws in order to give them a protective armor, but instead ended up with a quite hideous-looking creature with claws in place of its arms and legs.

Unlike the sloth, the Six-Tripodes Acutus Acedia prefers living underground because it is unable to climb into the leafy canopies of trees like its ancestor. It digs itself a cozy little home in order to live and raise young. It occasionally travels above ground to drink water, but usually stays in its underground den and eats the unfortunate insects who come across its resting place. A harmless and quite a small creature, many people have accidentally killed the Six-Tripodes Acutus Acedia, thinking that it was an overgrown spider.
LaVida:
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This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Six-legged tusk elephantine aka, hecta-crus dente elephantus
This is its story: The six-legged tusk elephantine is born from a cross-breed between an elephant and a mantis shrimp. It inherits both the smoothness and hardness of elephant tusks and mantis shrimp shells combined in its six legs. The body looks similar to the elephant, but only the skin is similar with the shell of the mantis shrimp within. The size of a six-legged tusk elephantine is twice that of a regular mantis shrimp, but unlike the mantis shrimp, it is a mutated omnivore. It can eat anything from plants to meat to metal. Similar to the mantis shrimp, it attacks and/or rips apart its prey/food with it's super hard and fast legs. The fate of this particular specimen is of great curiosity because of it's lack of the other half of its legs. What could have had the strength and hardness to rip apart such study legs?
maidenroseheart:
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This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Bone-Charred Sheep
This is its story: A creature of incredible fortitude, this particular sheep species lives in the wilds of a volcanic land. Know for being hard to eat because of their tough bone-like appearance as well as going where other animals would burn up easily, this sheep species is resilient and able to survive despite the odds. However getting to view such a creature is rare as they live where few humans dare to go.

spicedroses:
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This is Day One
This creature is a(n):Ateles geoffroyi formicidae
This is its story: a rare creature by it's on rights, they were known to be found mainly in the jungles of south america, though a rare few where believed to have been sighted in other parts of the world. professor henderson von derfner was doing research on the mating habit so local Catrol Vancliechin other wise known as monkeys to others, when this creature sprang from the tree and stared at him. it's middle and hind legs holding tightly to the trees as it climbed while the others easily reached for fruits in the branches. although seemingly innocent looking, this was not the case as the professor was soon attacked and according to him, found himself trapped in a cacoon like pouch. being dragged along the ground his body going numb. thank goodness for his assistant who had the foresight to bring along some weaponry with them that morning. if not for that he shudders to think what would have happened.

it is believed to mostly eat fruit and vegetation, though meat is consumed it is rarely and only through those that are pregnant. and in mating season. jimmy statin the assistant to the good professor says that it was the most amazingly scary moment of his young life, but the though of interrupting their mating season is was too much to think about, much is still not known about the creature and research is still ongoing
Antagonist:
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This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Equinoxia
This is its story: The Equinoxia, or more commonly known as the spider-monkey, is a small, often-thought to be a mythical creature from legends that originated from South America. It is said that to see a spider-monkey is to see an omen of misfortune. The origin of such a belief is surmised that the patterns of their coat resembles rotting bark, the slight scent of decay they carry, and the way their legs resemble bones. They can live up to twenty years, and are usually around the size of a large house cat, but could grow up to the size of a Labrador in some cases. Their fur comes in many colors, usually brown, but sometimes black, auburn, or, in rare cases, green. Their natural habitat is located in rain forests, usually far away from human civilization, which makes it so rare to see one of them appear. Male Equinoxias possesses a crown of red fur that spans from the top of their head down to the middle of their back, while females do not possess them.

These strange creatures make their nests, usually composed of smaller branches, vines, leaves, and bone, on the branches of trees high above the ground. Their legs are encased within hardened keratin cells, much like a human's fingernails, and their feet are sharp and pointed for gripping tree bark, where they spend most of their life on. The color and pattern of their coat and legs helps with camouflage, as they often become prey to predators such as jaguars, leopards, or snakes. When unmoving, they appear to become one with the tree.

The Equinoxia's main source of food are fresh leaves and bark, though sometimes if they wander down the trees far enough they will also eat roots, clumps of dirt, and sometimes even carcasses of other animals. They need a large amount of minerals and calcium to continue building up the hardness of their legs, in order to fend off against attackers. The sharp pointed tips of their feet can cause severe damage to another, and there have been known cases in which a human or animal has bled to death when an Equinoxia managed to slash open an artery.

Not much is known about the Equinoxia's mating habits, though it is surmised that their piercing, shrill cries are a form of mating ritual. They also appear to be monogamous, with the male Equinoxia bringing back nourishment to the female. The female will remain exclusively above the trees in the branches after pregnancy, and will not venture down to the ground below again until her children are matured at the age of two, with each litter consisting of two to four pups.

Mythos:
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This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Tapitolaries rugosa (Common name: Pygmy wood creep)
This is its story: Tapitolaries rugosa is a reclusive creature which has recently seen a resurgence in numbers. Despite this fortunate turn-around in population size, researchers still continue to struggle in finding live specimens for their work. To date, our understanding of the Pygmy wood creep is that they are pseudo nocturnal, preferring to do the majority of their activity in the early hours of the morning. They are omnivorous with a stronger leaning toward carnivorous habits and prey most often upon small forest insects. Their hunting method has been observed, albeit by pure chance, when Dr. H. J. Richards was doing field work in on of the central islands. It was, as to be expected, in the early hours of the morning when a solitary wood creep dropped from one of the high forest branches on a fiber of it's own creation (produced by a gland on the stomach much like a spider's spinneret on it's back end.) and landed on his cheek to pluck off a mosquito. Dr. Richards also reported the wood creep's apparent fascination with human hair as after the mosquito was removed the specimen spent several minutes stroking the top of the doctor's head. "It is no wonder why such a creature has the name that it does." He said, shaking slightly and pushing his pith helmet further onto his head.

Whisper Invictus:
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This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Magnus Pilosus Rattus aka Big Fuzzy Rat Thing
This is its story: In the history of Dupal, the Pilosus was discovered by locals of the Seaford traders and Shepherds. Very similar to the Rodentia species order, it was a tasty delicacy for the weary traveler, but the thick abundant hair took away from the cuisine. The Fuzzy Rat has become extinct not from habitat abuse or neglect, but nearly from their ability to cause distraction to those who seek it. Their legs are made of a solid bone density that can penetrate steep cliffs, which added with their brown outer-coat gives them a great place to hide from natural predators. These creatures are known to eat only vegetation (aka herbivores) but little else is known of their eating habits. A Pilosus Rattus has not been sited for over a quarter of a century! Have you seen one yet?

Artsydaze:

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This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Clackity Buttasaurus
This is its story: This strange creature have quite the unique call as unlike most creatures it has two butts on both it's extremities, it's mouth being under it protected by it's sharp horn-like hooves that grow at an astounding meter a day as they are very fragile and break every night in a attempt to catch the fireflies that they are very fond of. The cry referenced earlier is an extremely noisy flatulence generated by two buts at once, making this creature very easy to spot but very hard to kill and eat for it's would be predators. Fond of stargazing, this little creature will put itself on it's back at night and with eyes found near it's toothless mouth will watch the sky all night long, occasionally spearing the unfortunate firefly that got too close with it's multiple horns, a most swift and brutal end for any creature.




This nightly ritual is however when the Buttasaurus is the most vulnerable and it's principal predator, the Noseless Bigacorpus, zwill often take advantage of such opportunity to end the poor smelly creature, though it sometimes end with a very painful six horn attack that make them go away with their tree tails between their legs.






Azaziel:
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This is Day One
This creature is a(n): NoCornu Bulkie
This is its story: zUpon stumbling onto this common looking creature, the scientist were stumped. until they had discovered mystical properties in the DNA they were able to safely acquire from the specimen. . They had discovered the missing link of the rare Bulkie! This beautiful exotic creature roams in the forest. Only one had been seen, but never captured. They are deer-like creature with golden fur and large golden horns, said to grant wishes. However none has even been able to prove they exist. But now with this discovery, we can now prove they had indeed existed and there may still yet be a Bulkie in the world today!z
iamnotspam:
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This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Mutatur Formica, or "Mutatus Antus" if you go by the high-schoolers' way calling it.
This is its story:
Quite a while ago, in my father's time, on an island somewhat far away, a company was testing a creation of oozey liquid; what is was for, we don't know because it was classified information. So why do we know about it at all now?
Because unfortunately, something went awry -- or rather, someone went awry. No one's exactly sure what happened, because they kind of died later (please don't interrupt! I'll get to that in a moment!). You see, what this person did was they stole the whole batch of this oozey stuff - not a sample, not a chunk, not even a bucketful; they stole the whole batch.
People figured the company must've been close to creating whatever it was they were trying to make, because the amount that was stolen was equal to five or so jugs of bleach. Actually, that was what he rolled it out in: empty, sterilized, plastic bleach jugs, on one of those shiny trays used for transporting stuff from room to room. However, he tripped an alarm on his way out.
Everyone figures that's why he went down to the sewers -- an alarm went off and of course that had to have spoiled his plan; well, they chased him around in the sewers, and did some shooting.... My father was one of the first men to find the thief's corpse, but he hadn't died because of them. The jugs had taken some bullet holes, and were leaking; and there were some mutated creatures -- spiders, ants, and rats -- swimming in the stuff, except for a few of the mutated ants which were feeding on the corpse of the ooze thief.
I'd heard they'd sealed off the sewers, quarantining the exits as well just in case; and that within a few months they had exterminated all of the creatures and burned their corpses too. But this taxidermied creature looks a lot like the mutated ants in the old photo he showed me. I hope, for all our sakes, it's not.
~LONGCAT~:
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This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Umptalla
This is its story: The Umptalla is a beast nocturnal by nature never seen too far from the water's edge. Once a subject of many scientific queries regarding its blind-sighteness, it was recently discovered that the animal "sees" by a variation on the method of echolocation; rather than sending out sound and recording the sound reflections this is done through vibrations. The front legs are primarily used in tapping while the rear legs pick up on the reverberations as they bounce off neighboring objects. This provides a surprisingly detailed image of both things on and under the ground. Not surprising the Umptalla feeds off bivalves and other small organisms burrowed under the soft beach soils. z
Ling:
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This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Clawrus Drumstick
This is its story: This is actually just the foot of the mysterious one-legged clawrus drumstick. The birdlike creature builds it's nests from ropes and chains that it steals from pirate ships. It's meat is tough, it's scaly skin even more so, but once caught by desperate pirates out in open sea, it's flesh, skin and even bones (which after cooked for a while soften) are eaten, leaving behind the foot. Since, when alive, the clawrus drumstick is swift and hard to catchm it's remaining foot is kept as a prize reminder.
Velvet:
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This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Acinonyx Coleoptera Pardus

This is its story: The Acinonyx Coleoptera Pardus, also called Chebetard, is a strange dweller that can be found wondering the plains near Seaford. Originally it was said to be closer to Towanpool, but as the city grew into a large and industrial port, it was scared away to live in wilder places. Many have asked how such a creature came to be, but the explanation is rather a simple matter of genes and an accident. Sure, there are many strange critters that dwell in Duval, but this one is one of those that many people just feel odd watching.

Anyway, as Towanpool was growing larger, more populated, and more modernized each day, the nasty and cruel reality of pollution and over population sank in. For in the early days of Towanpool, the city was small, the port the only part growing. So as more and more ships docked, more people were brought in. They would crowd the inns, the taverns, guest houses, and the streets. Many of the crew were hostile and didn't give a hoot about the locals or the wildlife. Remember, this was in the early days when there were still many pirates and older fashioned steam and oil technology. Towanpool finally expanded into the wilds of the forest around them using oil to burn down the trees for quick clear cutting. Then Pirate Captain Mortideur (pronounced Moody-deer) was a notorious soul that took over Towanpool during his stay when he arrived. The port town was beginning to clean up its act and help reserve the nature that was left around them, but the Pirate Captain didn't give much care to this. He had discovered ways to increase ship speed through a strange lavender slime he called, "Skooma". Not only was Skooma used for the ship, but the crew could also drink it and get a "buzz" from the toxins inside. It became a popular merchandise by all the undesirables. Then it happened.

One day, a pirate man that hobbled about on wooden legs was drinking a flask of Skooma (he claimed it helped the aches and pains in his "legs" go away) near a small pond in a part of the forest. He was deep in the forest to prevent the Captain from finding out he took some from his stash, but things didn't go as the wooden legged man has hoped. A drop or two of the purple slime fell into the pond, right on an area where oil had been spilled. There was then this great lavender explosion that could be heard all the way to Seaford. The Skooma was ignited when the flammable ingredients were mixed with oil and water and a smoking wooden legged man. Then main effect wasn't as devastating as the end results. The wooden legged man was nowhere to be found and the explosion caused a small earthquake to destroy parts of the ports. The pirates fled, and those that remained were ran out. Captain Mortideur wasn't heard from again.

Then the locals started noticing a strange creature roaming around the town. It had six long branch like legs, lavender eyes, black skin and fur, sharp canines, and was often seen rolling off dung from the city and into the forest. The Scientists in the town became very curious, but they didn't want to disturb such a creature for fear of killing it. Then more began to be sited and they finally snatched one up to examine the insides. They discovered that the legs were very insect like, but somehow wooden and alive, the teeth resembling those of a leopard, it had muscles that indicated the speed of a cheetah, and the fur was the color of charred trees. It was a mixture of so many animals! The genes were strong and therefore many began to pop up around the city.

Observing the behavior of it they noted that it rolled and transported dung much like a Dung beetle, had the speed and agility of a Cheetah, had the teeth to tear into meat and bark of a leopard, the odd wooden legs that strangely resembled the Wooden Legged Pirate Man's legs, and black fur the color of the burnt forest. After many tests and observations, they finally concluded that it was a freak accident caused during the purple explosion! A Cheetah, Leopard, and beetle must have been around the wooden legged man as he was carelessly getting a "buzz" from the Skooma and ignited it with the oil and water of the pond. The creatures were morphed together, but still carried the basic need to mate and the genes being so powerful caused more critters like it to pop up. The scientific name of Acinonyx Coleoptera Pardus was given, but locals simply called it Chebetard. The Chebetard eats a variety of meat and bark from trees. It has been known to munch on dog food from time to time as well.. Raiding the garbage cans, but eventually the creatures migrated to more wild parts of the island where they flourish and strive on the many sources around them.
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This creature is a(n): Araignée Moutons (which translates to "spider sheep" in English)
This is its story: The araignée moutons is a rare and interesting creature. Despite its fur and mammal attributes, this animal, unlike other mammals, lays eggs. It can lay up to 5 eggs at a time. Once hatched, the araignée moutons are almost full sized and only grow a few inches taller. Being small in nature allows the araignée moutons to maneuver quickly through the tall grass, escaping its predator the oiseau loup (which in English translates to bird wolf). Some speculate that the araignée moutons is the unevolved ancestor of the Sheep, as it looks like a cross between sheep and a spider. It goes unanswered however, how the araignée moutons could evolve from laying eggs to giving birth to their young.

The everyday meal of the herbivorous araignée moutons usually consists of grapes, grass and other assorted berries that happen to be lying about.

The araignée moutons is native to France and became extinct some thousand years ago. Conspiracies still swirl around the araignée moutons however, as hundreds claim to have seen this small creature roaming through the plains of France.
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This creature is a(n): Canis Oris Dromaius novaehollandiae aka Dog Faced Emu
This is its story: The Dog Faced Emu lives in the volcanic region and tropical forests of Duval. This creature is rarely seen, but it’s said that if you do see one that it means a disaster will soon take place. The sightings of this strange and unusual creature have been linked to several major natural disasters ranging from volcanic eruptions to hurricanes. The Dog Faced Emu is an omnivore, but only when it has to be otherwise it’s diet is strictly carnivore. Most of these creatures eat small rodents as their preferred diet. This creature for the most part is silent, but does make squawking noises at times. When it is enraged or frightened it makes a sound that can only be compared the screams of a Howler Monkey. If you hear this sound then you better run and take shelter because these animals will attack humans or so that is what some of the unfortunate ones that have seen these creatures say.
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This creature is a(n): WrinkleasaurusButtHeadimusmaximus
This is its story: this is one of the rarest of the shy and tiny breed. it was captured by Captain ButtHead, hence the name. This is a great honor and one of the Captains favorite bragging stories. if you stand still long enough at any museum function you will surely hear his story. this creature is the Duvalian's Natural Science Museum's
most prized possession and it lures tourists from all over the world to get a glimpse.
He habits Duval or so it is said. There has not been a sighting since the Captain's capture
there had been skuttlebutt that the Captain had extinguished the line of WrinkleButts.
we try not to speak of this in his presences.
this beautiful little guy is an herbavour and enjoyed his weight in prunes and flowers daily. it is said he 'drops a duece' that smells like flowers and is quite enjoyable.
that statement 'smells to high heaven' to this reporter.
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This creature is a(n): Puma Gecarcinus
This is its story: This creature was recently found in a previously unexplored area of mountain forests. It seems to be related to Puma Concolor (or mountain lions) though is much shorter than its relative, and seems to also be related in some way to the crab family, most closely the Gecarcinus ruricola. It was spotted by a local hiker, who panicked believing it to be some kind of alien because of its deformed appearance, and a swarm of tourists relocated to the location thus discovering the new species.

It is extremely short for a mountain cat, reaching only about six inches to a foot tall. It's ugly coat meant as a camouflage so that it appears as just a simple moss on the rocks of the mountain forest floor. It's crab like claw legs appear to allow it to scuttle almost unnoticed across the rocks, and through crevices, allowing it a fast pounce on its prey. It's prey mainly being small rodents, and large spiders. One was spotted scurrying under some moss and lifting it up to carry aware somewhere. Speculation is that they drink the water from it, but others debate that they are nesting in caves, and find the moss comforting. Much is yet unknown about this creature.

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This creature is a(n):Quackalope
This is its story:The unique animal hails from down under and is quite populous. he has been know to steal the family house pet right out of your back yard, with out so much as a g'day mate! when this animal is cornered, since they are not the swiftest of animals, they puff up their fluffy coat and stripped tail to become twice his size. this can attract the females of the species and they happily will amuse the fairer of the species for up to four hours! anything longer can be a problem and a vet should be consulted. seems size really does matter! their litters then to be born in multiples of twins and usually it is one female and one male. the male of the species will stay with the family and will not mate with another female his whole life.

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This creature is a(n): Geomana Capra; colloquially, "Horned Water-Gerbil" or "The rat that swims"

This is its story: This diminutive creature thrives on land and in lakes and ponds. Well-known for its high-pitched shrieks, the horned water-gerbil is shunned by human society and is often exterminated as a pest. The horned water-gerbil prefers to live in underground burrows or under tree roots as close to water as possible, as it is an easily frightened creature and cannot run very easily.

The horned water-gerbil primarily eats minnows, water lilies, and insects, but it sometimes supplements this diet with small fish, which the horned water-gerbil catches using its tail as bait, as the tail takes on a worm-like appearance underwater. The horned water-gerbil can hold its breath for up to sixty seconds.

In the spring, male horned water-gerbils fight for dominance and the right to mate using their short, straight horns. Given the awkward placement of these horns, the horned water-gerbils fight back-to-back, wildly swinging their heads in a way that has often been called "head-banging to rock." The horned water-gerbil loses its horns every year, and humans have taken to collecting these horns for use in aphrodisiacs and edgy modern art.



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This creature is a(n): Platyped rocerdenti (Common name: Wetnosed chattering grump)
This is its story: Rare across the globe except for on the island of Duval where it is quite common, especially along inland streams, this flat-footed rodent is perhaps one of the most notorious challenges to hiking on the island due to it's highly aggressive behavior. They are herbivorous with a particular taste for rushes and woody nuts and have adopted a rather ingenious method to open these nuts by crushing them under flat stones.

They mate for life and have an elaborate courtship routine requiring the building of dams and creating a trail leading to said dam using colorful vegetation. Female grumps are meant to follow these to the dam and assess the male's building skills. If she approves then they mate but if she does not approve it is not uncommon for her to unceremoniously headbutt the structure to oblivion.

Wetnosed chattering grump communities are not limited by size, and often balloon after a short time into large colonies. These colonies are defended by a sizable percentage of their number against any larger animals that might be seen as a threat to their group. While they do not move quickly due to the configuration of their legs and feet, the sheer number of alerted grumps to an intruder is certainly cause for alarm. Should they become close enough to such a target, it is standard practice to give them a few head butts as a warning before teeth become involved.

These creatures have never been successfully domesticated and all attempts to do so have resulted in grump communities centralized over parkland not too far from the household that made such attempt. These communities have required specialized teams to relocate the grumps so that they no longer attack the local children.

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This creature is a(n): Webbed feet Beaver
This is its story: The Webbed feet Beaver is a small rodent-like beaver with long ears which give it excellent hearing. It lives near water like most beavers but doesn't build dams, instead it digs a labyrinth of tunnels much like ants. All this digging of tunnels makes the ground weak and often heavier creatures would cause the tunnels to collapse.

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This creature is a(n): Draggonis Cygaslpes ( Drag-gon-is Ci-gas-lisp)

This is its story: The Draggonis Cygaslpes (Swadraver) is a charming creature that spends a great amount of time in the fresh water lakes and rivers of Duval. It is a very good swimmer, paddling with its large, scaly, swan-like feet. When they are on land they spend their days roaming the hills of grass by the river side, collecting their meals and taking it back to their family. It is the female's job to get the food, while the male lazes around and watches the kids. Their home is unique in the fact that they live in a burrow that starts under water. When an adult Swadraver is seeking to build a home, she (because females always build the home and a male will eventually move in) observes the river banks for a concealing coverage over the mud, like tree roots, moss, or tall grass. She the dives nearly to the bottom and begins the journey of carving the tunnels. Being a mammal, the Swadraver can only hold her breath for twenty minutes at a time, so it takes a few trips to get the tunnel started, but once it is started, it doesn't take hardly anytime at all.

Tunnel Making Process: She uses her sharp claws and teeth to start making a small hole into the side of the river wall. Once she is in far enough she finds four sticks that around about the same size and she places one on top and the bottom horizontally and two on the sides of the opening vertically to mark her dam and help support it from caving in at the opening. Deeper and deeper she digs her tunnel, slowly moving upwards and while her teeth and claws are digging their way through, her large back feet are widening the tunnel as she swims through. Finally, her tunnel breaks above the surface of the water, but still underground and completely hidden. She digs out a many different tunnels in her home system, some dry, some leading into other parts of the water in case escape is necessary. Once she carves out a dry spot that she feels comfortable enough with she begins building a nest made out of straw, clay, grass, leaves, and her own fur. The places this nest to the side of the dry part of the tunneled circle and in the middle she stacks on small stones and rocks in a circle, leaving the middle empty and dry. Of course all this takes time and she has to constantly go in and out of the opening in the water. Finally, using her own instinct and skill she is able to pinpoint the exact location of her tunnel while above ground and using a long stick, she begins to drive a small hole into the ground that opens right above where she built the small stone circle. Gathering more grass and twigs, she takes them to her tunnel and places them into the center of the stone circle where she will allow them to dry off and using a very neat feature, start a small fire.

Abilities: Digging, foraging, swimming, building homes and structures, butting heads with their horns, and fire breathing. Wait.. what? Yes, you heard right. This creature can cause a spark of fire to instantaneously come out of her mouth. Only females can fire breathe for some reason. It does have a purpose though.

The Young: Swadraver couples mate and then the female lays eggs. Though she is a mammal, she will lay eggs in the nest the made for them. She incubates the eggs by starting a small fire in the designated area which warms the entire tunnel. This is why they never migrate and never worry about random cold fronts which would kill the sensitive eggs. After incubating for 16 weeks, the small ones finally break through the shell using the tiny nubs of the horns that have started growing and search for their mommy so they can feed on the milk she has developed just for them. When they are of age to learn how to forage and swim, the mother puts them up to a true test. She guides them to the opening of the tunnel which is way underwater and it is simply up to instinct whether the offspring will be able to reach the end of the tunnel and then reach the surface of the water. Some make it, some don't. :(

Mating rivalry: Of course, all males around want a chance with this female. She has built a fine home, and is very plump and sexy to them. ;D So to compete, they butt horns and rattle and shake them back and forth until one finally backs off. The winner takes his female to the tunnel to start courtship with a headache, but a prize smile.


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Sorry about the long stories.. xD I get over excited when using my imagination..
Antagonist:
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This creature is a(n): Burrowcoon
This is its story: The Burrowcoon is one of the native creatures to Duval. These furry little creatures with horns may look deceptively cute and cuddly to the average person, but they are very aggressive and protective of their territories, and will fiercely defend them to the point of killing themselves in the process.

The Burrowcoons are small, beaver-sized mammals from the rodent family, and live about the grassy plains in the area. While it may seem strange that a creature with such large webbed feet prefer to live on the land instead of near the waters, those feet are actually for scooping and shoveling large amounts of dirt out of their underground tunnels that they spend most of their lives digging. Their horns are excellent in levering stubborn rocks out of their way while burrowing, and their teeth are sharp for gnawing through roots. One can spot a Burrowcoon nest from the mounds of dirt piled about, and oftentimes, from the areas with dead plantations due to their diet. The Burrowcoon's diets consists mainly of new-grown roots and bulbs, and their voracious appetites often kill the plants near their nests, which sometimes become a hazardous problem for farms when large portions of their crops begin dying. The holes made by their burrowing and nests also cause horses or cattle to trip and break their legs in when they mis-step, so they are generally unwelcome to farmers and ranchers.

A typical Burrowcoon nest contains up to ten rooms, with four or five for food storage, two or three for resting, one for bodily waste (that is regularly cleaned), and the remaining as extra rooms for storage. The tunnels also have many exits to avoid and escape from predators, so they are very difficult to capture.

When their territory is challenged, a Burrowcoon would make high-pitched screeching sounds, and bare their teeth at the intruder. If the intruder does not leave, they will often charge at them with their horns lowered, and continue attacking with horns, claws, and teeth until the intruder leaves. The only exception to this is when a predator is around, in which case they will remain underground until the danger is gone. During their mating season in spring, an area populated by Burrowcoons could often see these creatures headbutting and filling the air with their shrieks as they challenge one another for the right to mate. Both female and male Burrowcoons will fight one another until a pair finds themselves satisfied with their mate.

Typical Burrowcoons can have up to six pups at a time, and both parents would take turns in feeding and raising them until the younglings have matured. The pups will not grow their horns until seven months after they are born, which signals their maturity. The parents will then cease their care for them and even attack then until they leave to find and mark their own territory.

The Burrowcoons are sometimes hunted by humans for their soft furry pelts, and their horns make for excellent spearheads and daggers. The meat is also very tender, which can be made into a variety of dishes. However, they can only be hunted during the stated hunting season, and any Burrowcoons hunted outside of the season will cost the hunter(s) to be fined a hefty sum of $10,000 - $25,000 gold per Burrowcoon.

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This creature is a(n): Duckfire Bunnicula
This is its story: The Duckfire Bunnicula belongs to the mammal family. It was once a multitude of animals until a monumental lighting occurrence where a rabbit, a ferret, a duck, and a bat where zapped and fused together into one body that is now known as the duckfire bunnicula. This creature is nocturnal and feeds on blood like the bat. It is also very fast in water due to its duck like feet and can be seen zooming across the water up to 50 miles an hour. From the rabbit and ferret halves, the bunnicula has excellent hearing, night vision, and balance. Next time you think you have been bitten by a mosquito, think again....
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This creature is a(n): Jackypus!
This is its story: A mixture of a jackrabbit and a platypus, the Jackypus is the result of mating a Jackrabbit with a Platypus. It mostly resembles the jackrabbit, for its bunny-like body, prongs (or horns), and arms. Its platypus side comes from the webbed feet that help it swim easily through water, and it is born in a leathery egg, much like the platypus. The Jackypus is famous for looking very docile one minute, picking its way through worms and nuts to eat, then ferocious the next. During mating season, the Jackypus gets particularly rowdy with other males to fight for dominance. Like the platypus, they have a "fang"-like protrusion from the inside of their hind leg that injects 20 different toxins and poisons into the system of the unlucky loser of the fight for dominance. A human or any other animal would die immediately from the poison, but a Jackypus would simple filter the poisons into their own system if injected. A Jackypus can be found all over the globe, from marshy swamps to the dry deserts.

iamnotspam:
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This creature is a(n): "Plamatus Jackus Rabbitus", or "Duck-footed Jack-Rabbit"
This is its story:

This creature was not created through a natural process but through genetic mutation in a distant and little-known place called 'Area 51'.

While so many people in that country (and outside of it) thought Area 51 had to do with extremities such as aliens, secret government experiments, biological warfare, et cetra, and while many statements, stories, books, movies, and the like were made to that effect, it was really just a top-secret agricultural project; but in the efforts of remaining unsabotoged by competitors, they did nothing to discredit the wild rumors. Also, they did not develop weather balloons.

Now one fateful day in the history of Area 51, while the other scientists employed there at that time were searching for combinations of animals they could procure cheaply that would help with farming, a particular bored and unknown scientist thought it would be quite funny to use official government-given funds to secretly create a few duck-rabbit-things to release around the facility on the next April Fool's Day.

When that next April 1st came around and he let his secret creations roam around freely, he found out just how not amused his coworkers, bosses, and the federal government were; it took them about an hour and a half to find out who did it, where he was, and escort him to the project lead's office. He was then ordered to round up all of his creations and re-cage them, after which he was fired, and finally escorted securely out of the building. How he managed to sneak one duck-footed jack-rabbit out when he left, however, remains a mystery; and as the species mated with rabbits, they've rapidly begun to be birth their young without as many duck traits.

And the scientist, after his little excapade that day, was never again employed.
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This creature is a(n):Horned Devil Rat
This is its story:
This Mischievous extinct critter is known as the Horned Devil Rat. It was once prevalent in the same areas our beavers today now inhabit. They were hunted to extinction for their soft tail, and scent glands. It was also considered a pest because of it's hording behavior.
Comparable to the hoarding of a bower bird it has a fondness of shiny trinkets and bits of stolen papers. Unlike the famous bid It is purely for their own pleasure and not to win a mate. It keeps them in it's borrow and admires them often re arranging the setting. It guards it's ill-gotten goods jealously and will attack if you come within earshot. Luckily When they're out of the water their hearing isn't very good.

Angel Spirit Girl:
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This creature is a(n): Horned pond squirrel.
This is its story: This shy, pint-sized aquatic rodent is now quite rare. Its musk glands were often used in perfumery, and its soft fur was much sought after. Hunting and loss of habitat have reduced its numbers significantly from when explorers first discovered it in North America. Back then it was rather common to find them making beaver dam like nests across small streams or in the middle of ponds. The water offered protection and food because their webbed feet made them ungainly on land. Their favorite foods were pond vegetation, twigs, bark, roots and insect larvae. Their small horns were used in mating displays, and in self defense since they could be testy if cornered. Today one has to go to secluded wetlands to find them in the wild.


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This creature is a(n):Capaduk
This is its story: These guys are highly territorial, semi-aquatic mammals. Living in faster moving streams and rivers the Capaduk thrive by hunting small fish, worms, spiders, crustacean. They are armed with a paralytic neurotoxin which they use in hunting. Males confront each other in a showy display of teeth baring and horn clashing, rarely will they use their toxin in fights over territory or females.

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This creature is a(n): Red Footed Woodchuckin Pusabit
This is its story: The Red Footed Woodchuckin Pusabit is a strange creature to say the least. This animal is a long distance cousin of the beaver. Like a beaver it leaves near water sources like rivers, ponds, and lakes. Unlike their distance cousins the Red Footed Woodchuckin Pusabit do not build dams. The do swim, eat fish and chew on trees. This creature possesses oversized front teeth that are razor sharp. These teeth are used for defense and chewing on trees. It also communicates using clicking sounds that it makes using its teeth. It’s about to swim at speeds of up to 35 miles per hour using it’s red webbed feet. This little creature may look cute and furry, but don’t underestimate it because it can have a nasty temper.
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This creature is a(n): Towanpool Harbor Rat (clades aquaticus)
This is its story:
The Towanpool Harbor Rat is a tenacious creature native to Towanpool Harbor (as its name would suggest). It is nonagressive towards humans, however it has developed an addiction to the minerals used in the construction and maintenance of Towanpool freighters. Using their strong horns and powerful legs, swarms of these creatures have been known to collectively charge a target freighter, puncturing its hull en mass and sinking it to the bottom of the bay. Once the vessel is brought down, the rats secrete an acid from a gland beneath their tail that rapidly breaks down the metal over a couple days. The rats then use their strong teeth to tear the metal sides apart, consuming much of it and carrying the rest back to their offshore colony for later consumption and nest building in much the same way that beavers do with wood. Despite the inconvenience they create with their feeding habits, they perform a complex and important role in creating coral reefs and adding essential minerals back into the ecosystem. In an attempt to work with the rats' habits rather than against them, Duvalians have taken to retiring old ships by sacrificing them to the rats in hopes that they will leave the working ships alone.

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This creature is a(n): Equites diu cervice skunk (Long-necked Skunk-Horse)
This is its story:

An early ancestral cousin to both of today's modern skunks and llamas, the long-necked skunk-horse was a fierce creature. While its body was squat and short-legged, its long neck allowed it to see from a vantage point not unlike that of the average adult human male. With its long neck, the skunk-horse was able to feed on more than just ground-roots and shrub berries. It was able to reach the lower branches of fruit trees to supplement its vegetarian diet of plants and grains.

The skunk-horse's preferred habitat was one with ready access to food. Much like today's bears, a skunk-horse would find a hollow in a rock face or the base of a tree in which to make its home. Unlike its cousin-descendants of today, the llama, the skunk-horse would typically make its home in mountain forests where berries and fruits might be found.

While the skunk-horse's legs were indeed curiously short, they were also powerful enough that one good kick or stomp would break bone. However, the powerful legs were not this creatures first line of defense. The long-necked skunk-horse earned the name it shares with its cousin-descendant, the skunk: when frightened or threatened, it would release an intense, near-lethal dose of stink. This would knock out any would-be attacker long enough for the skunk-horse's short, powerful legs to get it out of danger.

This, unfortunately, also happened to be the creature's downfall. Long-necked skunk-horses were notoriously skittish and easily frightened, leading them to produce so much stink that they eventually stunk themselves out as well.

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This creature is a(n):Mephitidae Lama Glama, colloquially known as the "Sklama"
This is its story: Generally a solitary creature, the sklama roams in search of alpine shrubs and mosses to eat. At night, the sklama prefers to sleep among the rocks and snow found at the highest elevations of its mountain habitat.

Because of its unusual coloring, the sklama has often been hunted by humans and its beautiful coat made into ... coats. For this reason, sklamas are very shy and do their best to blend into the landscape, not an easy feat for such a relatively large and strikingly colored creature.

The sklama mates for life but typically produces offspring only once every seven years; even mated sklamas do not share territory. Some scientists have speculated that this is because of their terrible stink; sklamas have quite possibly the worst breath of any mountain creature, and they use a very strong, foul odor produced by special glands under their tails to mark their territory. Many point to these glands as the reason the sklama has never been domesticated.

If threatened, the sklama's first instinct is to run; if escape is prevented, the sklama often tries to soothe itself by marking new territory in its enclosure. This behavior sometimes has the unintended consequence of incapacitating its attackers and allowing for escape. Unfortunately, the sklama is not intelligent and will often stand in a small area it has marked for days without food or water until it dies or until the smell wears away and the sklama forgets the boundaries of its "territory."

Because they are so rare in the wild and have so often been hunted, sklamas are an endangered species protected by law. No human may visit sklama territory, buy or sell sklama remains, or attempt to remove a foul odor it has left behind. For this reason, the specimen before you is one of only three such complete specimens in the world. Humans have not set eyes on a live sklama in nearly fifty years.

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This creature is a(n): Skalma
This is its story: Breeded by aliens who had first introduced cave men to this earth... the mix of llama and skunk makes a ferocious pack animal able to keep anything tied to it safe for transportation. Warning: Might require airing out after arrival.

Ling:
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This creature is a(n): Llama llama skunk
This is its story: The llama llama skunk is a shy creature that is rarely seen by human eyes. It lives in the forests of North America eating fruits and insects. Like normal skunks, the llama skunk has the ability to produce a powerful stench. It uses this ability to remain hidden from potential predators stinking up it's surrounding area so much that it causes any creature nearby to faint.

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This creature is a(n): Striped Peeper
This is its story:

This handsome fellow is the Striped Peeper. The Peeper as its often called, is well spread threw out the forests of Menewsha coming in a variety of colors. They get their name from The showy stripe running along the back and long neck. As well as, their strange behavior. Peepers are often caught peeping at other creatures while grooming themselves. No one knows where this behavior came from. It was originally thought that they were merely kinky six-legged badgers, however we've proven otherwise threw careful study.
This behavior is shared by both male and female Peepers. Often when a mating pair is in courting they'll peep together as well as on each other. So if you ever see a pair of glowing yellow eyes in the window fear not. That's just one of the many in your local population of peeper.
Despite their odd behavior Peepers are rather sly and intelligent. They're ambidextrous and able to use all legs and tail to solve all kinds of problems. Including Opening doors and pickle jars. With a bit of training they are ideal and affectionate pets fun pets. Especially for single young women. Sadly they have seen favor amongst thieves in recent years. They train them cruelly and use them for burglary.
The peepers favorite food is fruits, berries and nuts. However, it's an omnivore and an opportunist, never snuffing its nose at a dead mouse. It also relishes eggs when it can find them.

Angel Spirit Girl:
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This is Day Three
This creature is a(n): Goat Footed Polecat
This is its story: This shy creature lives high on stony mountainsides. Its goat like cloven feet help keep it from falling when it hops from ledge to ledge. The hooves protect it from the harsh stone terrain as it travels as well. They also use them to paw rocks into little sleeping dens. Their favorite foods are lichens, grasses, seeds, and small insects like ants and woodlice. The insects they lap up with a long sticky tongue in the manner of anteaters. Their coloring lets you know that they are a close relative of the skunk, and will spray a noxious musk to defend themselves just like skunks do.

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This is Day Three
This creature is a(n): Hexitines longi (Common name: Cheerotan)
This is its story: Cheerotan are strange creatures who prefer to live in dewy landscapes such as temperate rain forests or within caves. Because of this it is often assumed that Cheerotan fur is riddled with algae and mold similar to the common sloth however being rather fussy creatures this assumption is far from true. The average Cheerotan can spend around 9 hours a day cleaning itself and it has been hypothesized that this act could potentially be a part of it's mating ritual. Indeed, the strongly contrasting fur pattern of the Cheerotan, particularly the striped variety such as this specimen, is meant to catch the eye of any potential partners that might pass by and a Cheerotan would be at a disadvantage if it's fur were dulled by any imperfections.

In the way of food Cheerotans enjoy a mixed diet consisting mostly of thick leafs, beetles and crisp fruit though they have become a problem for hikers should they be parted with their sandwiches for more than a few minutes unless, of course, said sandwich contains mayonnaise. Cheerotan react to the smell and taste of mayonnaise with extreme repulsion and have been observed admonishing their young when they approached an egg and mayonnaise sandwich.

Other varieties including a wild-cat pattern, a speckled, and clouded pattern exist but are not regionally separated.
Jeannesha:
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This is Day Three
This creature is a(n): Llamunk
This is its story:

It can be found skulking in the sewers of tibet.
It has amazing hearing, and is attracted by the chanting of the Tibetan monks.

The small head and long skinny neck allow it to peer out from the sewer grates, and listen to the chanting.
Many times it has been known to join in with a beautiful descant.

There have been stories that when startled, the llamunk releases a foul odor, but, really...it's in the sewers.
How could you tell?

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This creature is a(n): Llama Skunk
This is its story: The llama skunk is well known for the high quality super glue milk it produces. As a dual agent, the milk smells amazing and acts as one of the best cohesion substances in the world. Surprisingly, the llama skunk smells like a field of flowers and squirts its milk when it is in danger or when it wants to defend itself. The smell relaxes the aggressor and makes the aggressor unaware of the danger of the cohesive super glue milk. Llama skunks were once farmed for their super glue milk, but eventually went extinct due to lower and lower mating rates.

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This creature is a(n): Duvalian Dwarf Pied Camelopard
This is its story: Named for it's closest relation, the Pied Camelopard, this smaller version is no different in it's voracious appetite for succulent leaves. However standing only at an average of a meter tall it is limited to eating the lower branches of small trees and those on shrubs. It has few natural predators since the eradication of large hunters on the island of Duval and its populations have flourished in the backyards of the island's inhabitants.

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This creature is a(n): Muricatta Lactylia, commonly known as the Striped Enchillian
This is its story: The striped enchillian is a mammal that may look like it is a cross between a llama and a skunk but it's closest relative is actually the cow. Striped enchillians have a gestation period of 9 months and females normally give birth to only one at a time. By about 2 years old these creatures are fully-grown and able to reproduce.
The striped enchillian is a herbivore that exclusively eats thistles. These thistles are extremely unique because they only grow on the Andean mountain thistle plant, which is a plant that is only found in the Andes and as a consequence the striped enchillian is a species native only to the Andes. The plant grows best on the most rugged portions of the mountain, which are almost impossible for any animal to reach. To take advantage of this untapped food source, the striped enchillian evolved a long neck so that it can stand on a lower, easier to reach portion of the mountain and stretch its neck to reach the thistles above. Its short legs also help to lower its center of gravity so it possesses tremendous balance and will never slip and fall while reaching for something.
The striped enchillian has evolved extra long ears that it can raise straight up in order to hear for predators. Its natural predators include the cougar and fox. When a striped enchillian detects a cougar or fox it simply runs higher up the mountain until it reaches an area that the predator can no longer reach, then it stays up there until the predator loses interest.
The striped enchillian is best known for its long white stripe that stretches from the tip of its head to the very end of its tail. This stripe appears when the animal is roughly 1 and a half years old and stays with them for the rest of their life. The prevailing theory regarding this stripe is that it is involved in sexual selection for the species. This is why males, like the one shown in the picture, have a stripe with significantly more white fur than females. Basically, during mating season in the late winter a male will find a female and begin jumping side to side in front of her in a way that makes their long white fur bob up and down. Immediately afterwards, if the female has not left, the male will approach the female and lightly brush its tail against her snout in a slow and gentle manner. It is assumed that the length and cleanliness of the male's white fur plays a very important role in whether or not the male gains the right to mate with the female.
There are estimated to be approximately 150 000 striped enchillians in the wild because they habitat a relatively sparsely populated environment. However, they are still vulnerable due to the fact that they can only survive in the Andes and rely exclusively on the Andean thistle to survive, so if something were to happen to their food source then their numbers would rapidly dwindle.
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This creature is a(n): Gulo Camelopardalis (Called the Black-furry tailed Camifferine - (Cam-iff-ering))

This is its story: The Black Furry-Tailed Camifferine spends the majority of its time grazing on the grassy plains of Duval. Their long and furry necks can reach the highest tips of the Jaja Jipatar trees which is the only place their most beloved fruit, the Jiajia fruit, grow. The Jiajia fruit provide the Camifferine with much craved sugars, sweetness, and it is their primary source of water and nutrients. Jiajia fruits are orange and prickly, but the Camifferine's teeth are made to munch on tought leaves, fruit, and bark, while their special saliva breaks down enzymes and proteins found in the different plants and bugs accidentally ingested. They are also able to use digestive spit to spray enemies in the eyes to cause temporary blindness.
The Camifferine has hooves for feet that help it walk with ease through the tall grassy valleys and hills. The unique coloration of the Camifferine easily makes it a very sought out animal by poachers. The fur is soft, beautiful, and the envy of all fur collectors which is why Camifferine's are on the protected list of Duval. It takes fifteen months for the babies to be born and another six years before they are considered mature so the protection of these animals are necessary.
Camifferines live in family oriented packs with up to twenty members. Males tend to leave the pack to seek out other females, my the females stay with their mother for their entire life. So the majority of packs consist entirely of females and males, which are considerably larger, are only around during mating seasons which are in effect during the monsoon seasons of Duval.

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This creature is a(n): Miniature Mephitidea Lama glama aka Skunkus Llamacus
This is its story: The Skunkus Llamacus is a small yet strange creature of Duval, looking much like a cross between a skunk and a llama. It mostly lives in the forests and around some of the smaller villages on the island. This small mammal stands at a mere 13 inches at the shoulder. The Skunkus Llamacus is a herbavoire with a diet that consisting of mostly of flora and fauna that can only be found here on Duval. One of its favorite foods is the rare Phoenix Orchid. When frightened this creature will often wave it’s head before turning around and spraying the creature that scared it. It maybe be small, but it has also been known to charge when startled. This creature is normally gentle and some people have been known to take these creatures in as pets.
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This creature is a(n): Skunkus No-smellus Longneckus Mammalis, or the "Long-Necked Skunk"; it has no scent glands.
This is its story:

"Aliens. It's always those dem aliens, isn't it? Yed thank heyd be happy afterds theyd a'kidanapp-ed all them cows and goats and thangs, and people too, but nooo sirree. Now them space critters done gone afterds the skunks too.

And wouldn't yed thank theyd just took all them skunks and skooted rite on home and lef us alone? 'Corse not! They jes started a'messin with the skunks!....Whut d'ya mean, 'how do I know?' I know cos I was thar!....Whut?....Well I wus ovar cos I done been a'kiddanapp-ed with a skunk I was a'chasin to extarmanate! But when we wur on thar muthershepper, I jes playd dead like a dawg and watched the whole thang.

But thes story ain't about me, it's about them confounded doggone aliens! And dem monters they a'makin ovar in dem muthersheppers! So they been a'kidanappen
all these skunks, but a-par-ently they done like a'lookin at 'em, when it cum all of sudden them dem aliens faces changd and be came all agrowtesk-like. Then they a'took my skunk, the one I was gunna extarmanate, and started prodden it with some sharp pointy thangs, and I say it musta been sharp and panefull cos the skunk a'started squealin' and smellin' up the place. Well, let me tell you, them dem aliens didn't take kinely to that at all.

I mean, yed thank with them a'havin such flat faces and all, they didn't have a nose eethur. But they musta, cos thar faces be came even moren growatusker, which befor I didn't even thunk was possibull, and they pullt out these odd thangs in thar handthangs, and they a'tried to extarmanate that dem skunk a'for me, and they wur shootin all ovar place so's I prayd to God rill hard, until nuther one of them dem aliens cum in and start sayin all thes jib-er-ish, and all them aliens who wur shootin befor started a'lookin at each other'n that's when I started a'thankin the Lord Gawd Almighty like the preecher tawt us to, until I real eyesd they probly wur afterds me now!

But the Lord Gawd Almighty was good to me, and they jes cawt that dem skunk insted and put us - the skunk and I - sapratly in these kine of in-viz-abble boxes, and taken into thes room, and alreddy thar in nuther box was this thang that a'looked like a llama, I know it was a'cos I saw it in a pikture book once. Then them dem aliens took the skunk and the llama and put them in a smaller room. I caint rilly say I know whut happend afterds that, cos there was a lot of brite lites and buttons and thangs, and more a'that jib-er-ish, and I couldn't rilly see the skunk innymore, and I musta falln asleep moren once. The whole thang kine of remahnded me of a mikerowave innyway, so I thought fer sure the skunk was a'done fer.

But then they brung it out this thang that a'look like the skunk and the llama had a mutant baby. And they put it in my box. And then they put some kine of beeping thang on me, and I still caint get it off. And then they a'took the box outside and lef us there. And I had to figger out on my own how to get out of that dem box, but I did. And that, I promiss you, is the truth of how it came to be made, and nuthing but the truth."

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This is Day Four
This creature is a(n): Falco Moorei, or "Cinder-bird"
This is its story: Known for its beautiful red and yellow plumage but stringy and unappetizing meat, the desert-dwelling cinder-bird was often hunted in ancient times, stripped of its feathers, and released to die. Remarkably, the cinder-bird adapted to this procedure and soon learned to live without feathers, relying instead on its leathery but light skin for protection. Since this development, the now-flightless cinder-bird has developed new appendages and become four-legged, using its wings to wrap around itself in defense and its muscular tail to hold onto tree branches and strike at enemies.

The cinder-bird is fast on the ground but prefers to roost in trees, cacti, and tall shrubbery. For its diet, the cinder-bird prefers small lizards and snakes but will also gladly feast on cactus, insects, and small birds.

Only three living humans claim to have heard the cinder-bird's cry, which is said to sound like Joan of Arc's final screech from her burning stake. However, anyone who visits the desert areas of Duval is likely to see the cinder-bird's most interesting feature: its ability to mimic flame. Scientists have speculated that this originated as a ploy to confuse and mesmerize the bird's predators and prey alike. It has certainly driven more than one desert visitor mad; one can visit these unlucky people at the Duval Insanity Institute next door.
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This is Day Four
This creature is a(n): Leather-skinned Angel Monkey
This is its story: This creature is a descendant of the flying monkeys from the faraway land of Oz. Unfortunately the species didn't adapt or rather evolve well in Duval and as a result the species is now extinct.
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This is Day Four
This creature is a(n): The ill-fated Pretty-Pee's bird
This is its story:
This sad creature had a short and terrible life. It's born without the equipment to ...ummm.... "pee".
So therefore spends its short life flying around in anguish.
If you listen carefully, you can hear it's sad cry: "GottaPEE, GottaPEE"
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This is Day Four
This creature is a(n): The Chipatera
This is its story: The Chipatera lives deep within the forests of Duval. It spends its days lounging in the canvas of the thick green trees. Though the Chipatera lives in the trees, its favorite food lies in the sea by its home. Using its specially long tail and fin like lower wings, the Chipatera guides itself easily through the waves and ocean water, searching for Moonfish. After catching the fish, it heads back to the trees by flapping its rather large wings and soaring through the air.
Occasionally, the Chipatera will also lounge on seaside rocks, basking in the sun after a nice meal to aid in food digestion and to enjoy the energy boosting effects of the warm sun.
The Chipatera mate for life with the one that catches each others eyes. Much like human romance, Chipateras have 'love' at first sight and spend months courting each other. Of course, the stronger the flying, the better the fish catcher always dazzles the eye as well. Months after courtship mating takes place and six months later, the female Chipatera will lay up to one or two soft shelled eggs in a nest/bedding area her and her mate build high up in the trees. Over the next three months the couple will protect the eggs and keep it warm together. After the hatching process, they will nurture their young for five more years before the offspring begins to go out on its own.

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This creature is a(n): Vallawin
This is its story: The Vallawin are small, winged creatures no bigger than a chihuahua, that used to be common in the lands of Duval before being hunted to near-extinction. Their bodies are notorious to preserve and would often crumble at the lightest touch. They are often mistaken to be angels or fairies, an effect enhanced by the mild hallucinogenic powder breathed in by witnesses that scatters from their wings like scales from a moth.

Vallawins do not have legs or feet, but instead possesses a second set of smaller wings positioned slightly lower than their larger wings that they use to steer and maneuver through the air, and use to climb or crawl with using the claw digit to hook onto surfaces like a bat. They are incredibly agile and nimble when flying, which they use to their advantage to hunt down their favorite foods: dragonflies and hummingbirds. They spend most of their lives airborne, and would only land briefly during mating season.

Male Vallawins will create a nest out of feathers, twigs, and mud to attract potential mates. The females will judge the nest according to how colorful the feathers used to craft the nest are and how large and sturdy it is. If she is satisfied, she will move in and lay her eggs, usually three or four, inside. After the eggs hatch, both parents will hunt and bring back food for their young until the small Vallawins learn how to fly.

The scales produced from their wings are highly sought after by illegal drug dealers, as the hallucinogenic effects are one of a kind and are said to 'make everything pretty'. Many would use the powder on others to make themselves appear more appealing. However, the powder is also highly addictive, and prolonged use will cause irreparable brain damage that will eventually lead to death. The Vallawins have been hunted for both their scales and their flesh, which is considered a delicacy amongst many. Before they became listed as endangered, it is considered the mark of a true professional chef when they are able to prepare Vallawin meat without contaminating the flesh with their powder, which, when consumed, may cause seizures and mania.

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This is Day Four
This creature is a(n): Jugobenzyl
This is its story: The jugobenzyl is a prehistoric creature that lived approximately 20 million years ago during the Miocene period. Most of the fossils of this creature were found in Morocco and Algeria, so it is believed that jugobenzyls exclusively inhabited Northern Africa. It is estimated that this species lasted for approximately 1.5 million years before becoming extinct (likely due to over-competition for their food source).
Jugobenzyls are a species of carnivorous bird. They were very small birds (approximately the size of today's hawks) considering the fact that many of the birds during the Miocene period were enormous. Jugobenzyls are actually related to modern day hawks, so it is believed that their coloration is similar to that of hawks. Jugobenzyls primarily ate small mammals of the time, like small rodents, but they would also eat insects if their access to mammals was restricted.
Jugobenzyls most unique feature involves their pair of "killing arms", which they used when hunting. These killing arms were their only weapon due to the fact that they possess thin, weak, and dull-clawed legs, and their beak is small and blunt compared to other birds of prey. Their killing arms consisted of two razor sharp talons, one small and one large, that they could move in a claw like fashion to pierce through their prey. To date, this is the only species of bird that possesses a second outgrowth from their thoracic region, so that from a distance it appears like they have two sets of wings.
Jugobenzyls are also known for their "needle tail", which was also used for hunting. This tail is extremely long (around 3/4 the length of the rest of their body) and had one thin and sharp tip at the end of it. When the jugobenzyls hunted they would first use their needle tail to gouge out the ears, nose, and eyes of their prey to disorient them, and then kill them with their killing arms. This made it significantly easier for jugobenzyls to catch prey because their killing arms were considerably shorter than their needle tail, so with the use of their needle tail they did not have to get as close to their prey.
Last of all, the jugobenzyls used special feathers on their head to scare off predators. When they spotted a predator those feathers would puff up and make their face approximately twice as large as normal. They would also spread their wings and raise their needle tail to make themselves appear even larger and more intimidating. It is hypothesized that the feathers on their head were extremely colorful in order to be even more frightening and surprising to predators.
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This is Day Four
This creature is a(n): Pixie Harpy
This is its story:
Pixie Harpies are an ancient and mysterious race from the past. Being all female no one is really sure how they reproduced. They were reputed to have many magic schools and to have a viscous tempers. Although it's rare sometimes we come across a mummified body like this one. The birthing pose was seen as sacred and was often used in their mummification process. This is because as only the strongest of Pixie Harpy Queens could give birth.
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This is Day Four
This creature is a(n): Gillicus Scenitia Maglidan aka Golden Nymph Dragon
This is its story: This is the Gillicus Scenitia Maglinda or more commonly known as the Golden Nymph Dragon. The Golden Nymph Dragon lives mainly in the coastal regions of Duval. Like most reptiles they can be seen lying on rocks to sun themselves. They are cold blooded and have a forked tongue as well as a horn on their head, at the nose area. The diet of these creatures is strictly made up for insects, small rodents and small fish. These creatures got their name from the golden color of their skin and the two wings that it possesses on it’s back. It is unclear why this creature has wings as one has never been seen actually flying. Legend has it that the Golden Nymph Dragon only mate when the Phoenix Orchids bloom. During this time the males will put on a show for the females by flying around in a sort of dance. Since no humans have ever witnessed this ritual we can only guess as to if they actually do fly.
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This is Day Four
This creature is a(n): Bronze Smog Glider
This is its story: This is a relatively new species to the island, many scientists speculate that it is the result of forced rapid co-evolution with the island's colonization. It closely resembles the now extinct Duval Tree Glider. The Bronze Smog Glider thrives in the industrial areas throughout the island of Duval. They can be seen in large flocks darting in and out of the busy infrastructures, nesting on smoke stacks and other towering features. For a while people assumed that they fed on the impurities in the air surrounding these stacks and factories, but it has since been shown that they are feeding on the flocks of ember bugs and moteflies that are associated with the same factories below. The popular comic book anti-hero The Bronze Smog was designed to share their image, with his flowing cape and barbed whip-like weapon.


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[/COLOR][FONT="Arial Narrow"]This is Day Five
[SIZE="4"]This creature is a(n): Ovis Psittaciformes, colloquially "Gaudy Gryphon"

This is its story: The gaudy gryphon is not a natural species. Created through cross-species breeding done by monks in the Duval Desert, this creature has few self-preservation skills and is useless as the pack animal, wool provider, and circus performer the monks intended.

The gaudy gryphon's spindly legs prevent the creature from walking more than a hundred yards without collapsing into a heap and loudly complaining. Its wool grows short and flaky, with a crest of long, thick hair around its neck and down its back; this has sometimes been referred to as the "model's boa" or "fo-hawk" because it serves no visible purpose. Worst of all, excessive inbreeding and the disproportionately small brain for its size have made the animal rather stupid and unable to remember more than a few days' events or comprehend simple commands.

Despite its uselessness, the gaudy gryphon is a very proud creature and walks with a recognizable strut rivaled only by that of the giraffe. The gaudy gryphon also quite clearly believes itself to be the most beautiful animal on the planet and spends many hours grooming itself or regarding its reflection in even the smallest of puddles and dullest of reflective surfaces. When no reflective surface is available, the gaudy gryphon is also easily contented with standing or lying in apparent poses, such as the one captured here.

The gaudy gryphon mates often, but its hybrid nature makes it incapable of producing viable offspring; for this reason, the gaudy gryphon's numbers have dwindled to less than ten in all of Duval. The gaudy gryphon's numbers also frequently suffer because of the animal's strange aversion to food. Scientists have been unable to correctly diagnose the source of this problem and have instead developed a battery of shots that can be administered once a day to ensure this unique creature's survival.

Perhaps the gaudy gryphon's best quality apart from its confidence is its loyalty; the creature is incredibly affectionate to anything it deems beautiful. Many speculate that scientists continue to engineer gaudy gryphons to this day simply because gryphons seem to find most scientists very beautiful, indeed.




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This is Day Five
This creature is a(n): Pufferdash
This is its story: The Pufferdash are a rare breed of domestic, wingless, grass-grazing birds kept by some ranch owners in Duval. Their wings have evolved into hooves over time, and their speed is unparalleled amongst land-birds. They are slightly smaller in size compared to the average horse, but they are sturdy mounts and can reach speeds of up to 58mph. When riding a Pufferdash, one must be careful not to pull out any of their feathers, especially the ones around their neck, as the action will greatly anger them, which, given their sharp beaks, can be a real health hazard to the rider.

Pufferdashes have a long memory, and will hold grudges until the day they die. There have been recorded instances where an offender from over two decades ago, despite changes in their appearance with age, would still be chased and pecked at relentlessly. While generally an herbivore, they will also eat the occasional rodent (such as Burrowcoons) when they are low on protein. Their beaks make excellent tools for ripping apart the tough skins of the rodents.

Pufferdashes are almost notoriously narcissistic, often spending hours preening their feathers to impeccable silkiness. They have little loyalty; based on how well their owners brush their feathers and care for them, unprofessional caretakers would often find their Pufferdashes running off to other ranches where their owners are better with taking care of their needs. Males have longer and more colorful feathers around their neck, which they use to attract and woo potential mates with. These flightless birds will dance in a complicated rhythm while puffing up and rustling their feathers like a peacock, while making deep, almost purr-like chirps.

Wild Pufferdashes are almost completely unseen and unheard of in modern times, and though there have been reports of wild Pufferdash flocks appearing in deep, secluded mountains, but no confirmation has been made in regards to the validity of these sightings. Domestic Pufferdashes are mostly bred to be quick mounts, and often participate in beauty shows where both owner and bird can bask in praise from others.

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This is Day Five
This creature is a(n): My Little Chickony
This is its story:
This is the unfortunate black sheep of the family...Princess Celestia's ugly cousin, Darth Bane.
Poor Darth was kicked out of the franchise when he unwittingly cackled during the starting credits.
His response: "I guess I'd rather be part of the Twilight series than sing with Twilight Sparkle".

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This is Day Five
This creature is a(n): Plains Hippogriff
This is its story: This specimen is a tiercel (male) eyas (downy stage chick) of the species. Unlike others in the Griff biological family, plains hippogriffs do not lay eggs. They give live birth, and the young can run within several hours of delivery. However, the young are not born with feathers. These young have a shaggy down on their wings at birth. This down takes until the next Spring to grow out of when they shed their first Winter coat at almost a year of age. The formel (female) will feed her chick on regurgitated meat from her prey at first. Then she will share her kills until it is skillful enough to catch its prey. They will hunt a wide rage of creatures from prairie dogs to coyotes to pronghorns to big horned sheep. Most hunting is done individually, but larger prey will be taken by hippogriff families : mating pairs, learning juveniles, or young unattached males who band together. Adult plains hippogriffs will grow up to the size of large wolves, have up to a seven foot wingspan, and weigh up to thirty-five pounds. As with most predators, they have a fierce temperament, and have been known to attack humans.

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This is Day Five
This creature is a(n): Harptaur
This is its story: The Harptaur lives in the plains like areas and forests of Duval. It has the head and neck of a bird and the body of a horse. Its tail resembles that of a bird as well. This creature stands at about 21 hands high at the shoulder when fully grown. The Harptaur’s diet consists of insects, berries, seeds and rodents. It is a fast runner and has been clocked at speeds of 40 mph. This creature also has keen eyesight and hearing that enable it to evade most predators and find its prey easily. Not many be a few specimen of this strange creature have been found with wings. Further research of this creature will have to be done to determine if the specimen with wings are a new species of the Harptaur.

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This is Day Five
This creature is a(n): Drovathun pithatacene, also known as the Qwarth hooved pithere, or just pithere
This is its story: The pithere's closest relative is the emu and ostrich, meaning it is a type of bird. However, unlike its relatives it lives in cold habitats like the Rocky mountains and Swiss alps. Due to its cold habitat it evolved hooves, to grip the rocky mountain surface, and fur, to keep its vital organs warm. The pithere is also larger than both the emu and ostrich, and its great size allows it to jump extremely far and high. This is useful during hunting and predator evasion.
The pithere is an omnivore that eats many types of grasses, ferns, and mosses, as well as small rodents and large insects. The pithere is a diurnal creature (active during the day and sleeps at night) that lives in groups of about 20-30. When the group grazes there are always at least 2 pitheres on the lookout for predators like wolves. When a predator is spotted the pithere will warn the group by stomping its hoof and whacking its tail very hard against a plant.
The unique thing about pitheres is that during mating season the males will emit a sound that sounds like beatboxing to attract females. While they make their beatboxing sound they also move the feathers around their neck to the beat. This behavior has given them the nickname of "beatboxing bird".
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This is Day Five
This creature is a(n): Feathered Horseicus Beaksnouticus. Or its more commons name, Tiny.
This is its story: The Feathered Horseicus Beaksnouticus is an ancient creature. It's remains were found in a Duvalian mine while the miners were tunneling out of a cave in due to a careless miner miscalculating the dynamite's power. Upon further analysis and research by Duvalian's top scientists it was finally identified as the rare creature. The ancient legend says that this creature was created when a horse and a raven were set up on blind date and found they had instant chemistry. The rest is Natural History.

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This is Day Five
This creature is a(n): Soot Dancer
This is its story: A creature once rare in occurrence found only near active volcanoes, these animals are now seen as symbols of prosperity and luck in Duvalian culture. Soot Dancers now frequent factories and smelting yards for their heat and coal, which they sift through and eat to quench the acid produced in excess in their bile duct. When faced with danger they will regurgitate this acid as a projectile, they also use this ability to create nesting sites in the volcano walls and in deeper corners of the factories. The idea of them as a luck symbol came about when the first Soot Dancer seen in a factory came just before the factory later landed a prosperous commissioned project. For a while during the peak of the first industrial boom, factories would send spies and thieves into competitor's factories to make off with their Soot Dancers. Legislation was put into place to protect these creatures, but there is still a black market for Soot Dancer eggs bought to be hatched in a factory to bring luck and prosperity.
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This is Day Five
This creature is a(n): Black Land Pegasus; this is a rare species of Black Pegasus.
This is its story:
The boy and his Black Pegasus exited the plains nearby the Elven Forests and entered a dark cavern, rainwater pooling off skin and cloth alike and leaving a wet trail as they quietly walked inwards for several minutes. When he was sure he could light a fire without it being seen from the outside, he did so; as his pegasus lay down by the fire to dry off and to sleep, the boy hung removed his raincloak and sat where he had ample view of any approach from the entrance of the cave yet close enough to the fire to keep warm.

He glanced at the pegasus to make sure it was comfortable, then removed an ancient book with fading text from his pouch; he stared at it a moment as he contemplated what he was about to do. After all, if it was found out that he had borrowed-- nay, stolen, an ancient manuscript from the Elder Wizards' Library, then would surely be in more trouble than losing his Wizards' Apprenticeship. He looked at his pegasus once more, a creature documented and taught as unreal, and made up his mind -- he had to know the truth. He cracked open the book and read aloud to himself in barely a whisper, fearing that the wind might carry his words to some wizard far away despite the raging storm outside.
"Pegasus: a once common but now extinct creature...." he flipped to the next entry. "Black Pegasus: a rare species of Pegasus, and also extinct;..." wait. The picture looked wrong. It wasn't--- what was this entry over here?

"Black Land Pegasus: the second rarest species of Pegasus; much loved as royal pets until-"
"What are you doing, Arnof?" A cold and familiar voice erupted in a deadly whisper beside the boy who jumped in fright as his face paled.
"Master Palot! I-I-I--" the frightened boy's gaze unconsciously drifted to his black land pegasus in concern, but it was alright.
Unfortunately, the elder wizard's gaze tracked Arnof's and widened in shock. Master Palot quickly regained his composure, however, and looked back at the boy with the book. "Never mind that fraudulent manuscript." He snapped, grabbed the book, and threw it in the fire. "Since you managed to find one of these, I will tell you the truth.

The book would have you believe that pegasi were natural creatures, either by creation of a god or by natural though unusual breeding. Both answers are wrong. I know the truth because, like you--" he took a moment to smirk at his trembling apprentice "--I too stole a copy of the manuscript. One of the elder wizards, who was not my master, caught me; and while my master would have thrown me back where I came from, that same elder wizard took me in and eventually inducted me into the Order of the Black Pegasus.

The Black Pegasi are, as I stated before, not natural creatures. An ambitious and evil wizard from long ago murdered his king and stole that king's Black Pegasus. After which he hid away and conducted a magical experiment on the black pegasus, causing it much pain. However, it didn't come out as he had intended; yes, the Black Land Pegasus could still fly, but now it could not carry a passenger, and its glorious wings were turned into that." he pointed at the Black Land Pegasus's tail. "That turns into feathery wings, allowing the Black Land Pegasus to glide. It's not truly flying, but...." He straightened in a second. "We must go if you want to learn more. There are Elder Wizards of an opposing Order on the way."
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This is Day Five
This creature is a(n): Miniature Hippogrosse
This is its story:
Found in the desserts the Hippogrosse is making a resurgence in numbers after being endangered. They were once hunted for their tail plumage. It was highly sot after for high fashion head dresses.


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This is Day Six
This creature is a(n): Sus Aries Marmota; colloquially, "Woolly Pig"

This is its story: The adorable woolly pig was imported to Duval nearly two hundred years ago by Captain Jack Harkwell of the royal navy. Harkwell claimed to have found the creature stowed away on his ship about six months into the voyage; as he stopped at no fewer than seven ports worldwide before the discovery was made, Harkwell was never able to determine whence the creature came. Frequent searches, some done by Harkwell himself have produced no evidence of the woolly pig's existence anywhere else in the world.

Perhaps Duval is lucky, then, that the woolly pig that sneaked onto Harkwell's ship-- named "Jack Junior" after its tendency to follow Harkwell everywhere-- was a pregnant female that gave birth to no fewer than fifteen live offspring before the ship docked back at home.

Since it landed in Duval, the woolly pig has become a beloved housepet, a useful source of wool, and a handy truffle finder. No fewer than fifteen such creatures work as therapy animals in the Duval Insanity Institute next door, and at least three have successfully become circus performers, dazzling children and adults alike with their grunted melodies and ability to stand on overturned buckets.

The woolly pig has, to scientific knowledge, never been wild; no woolly pig has ever attempted to escape human custody since the Jack Junior adopted Captain Harkwell. Perhaps this is because the woolly pig prefers a diet of vegetables, bread, and truffles and is not a fast runner. Perhaps it is the creature's tendency to produce eight to fifteen offspring once a year. Perhaps it is the creature's natural intelligence, or perhaps it is its incredible loyalty. Once the woolly pig has formed an attachment, it will do anything it can to please and protect the object of its affections.

During his lifetime, Captain Harkness liked to tell a story about one of Jack Junior's offspring, an unusually small woolly pig called "Caroline": "I'll not forget what Caroline did for my daughter. It was near two o'clock in the blessed a.m., and Caroline came a'squealin' and a'gruntin' and a'stompin' into our room. Of course, we yelled at her, and my wife even threw a pillow at her, but Caroline wouldn't take no for an answer. She just kept squealin' at us until we finally listened and followed her to where the trouble was. And so she brought us to our daughter's room, and there she was, sittin' on the floor, eatin' five of my favorite truffles! Oh, we punished that girl good, and she never did it again. We'd never have even known about it if it weren't for Caroline."

Feralprince:
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This is Day Six
This creature is a(n): Wumble
This is its story:



A domestic wool bearing form of pygmy hippopotamus found in the southern farmsteads of Menewsha. Their wild relatives were first discovered during a sea voyage on a previously unknown island. Over years of selective breeding, their wool has become dense and soft. They are believed by some to be fairly intelligent, but their waddling gate and odd mumbling vocalizations, from which their name is derived, would not suggest this.

Though they are very passive and tolerant of humans, they can become someone pushy or even aggressive during feeding time, and can sometimes fertilizer of abandoned, lost, or escaped.. They are mostly herbivorous, but will eat carrion or live prey opportunistically when feral. Their fur also becomes course and thick in this state, their muscles become lithe and strong, and they grow small tusks, resembling their wild relatives. In this state they can sometimes become extremely aggressive, however they are quite small and mostly non-threatening, and return to their docile state when well fed and cared for.

Wumble stock of the highest quality can be sheered for a considerable profit, and their wool is often made into fine clothing in the textile mills of Duval.
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This is Day Six
This creature is a(n): Wooly Fuzzums
This is its story:
The diminutive Wooly Fuzzums is native to rocky coastal islands. They're about the size of a house cat and come in a large variation of colors. Similar to mountain goats they spend most of their time bounding from rock to rock grazing on various mosses and flowers. Their strong leg muscles allow them to jump a remarkable height for their size. They've been recorded to jump over 12 feet.

Despite their small size and adorable features they're actually very dangerous. Using their strong muscles to jump over predators. They travel in large flocks and when one Wooly Fuzzum is spooked enough to give the warning call they do a jumping stamped on the intruder. The attacker is crushed under many tiny hooves.

They were once seen as great trophy creatures in the great hunt of ancient times. In modern times, however it's illegal to hunt them because of the great risk. The small rocky islands they inhabit are generally unfavorable to Menewshan living conditions so they remain separate from any major cities.

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This is Day Six
This creature is a(n): Musk Cavie
This is its story: These medium sized rodents have a plush fur coat which helps them survive in the cold environments that they live in. They live in large family groups often referred to as plethoras; a plethora of musk cavies can range in size from a dozen individuals to well into the thousands during migration. The heavy stench produced by the males is used in courtship and in attracting females.

While their fur would make luxury coats and fine wools it is rarely harvested due in part the animal's diminutive size (an average only 20 pounds) but mostly due to the stinky oils. These oils are very difficult to remove and the process that would do so costs more than would make it profitable. So for the most part these creatures are left alone in the wild.

Jeannesha:
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This is Day Six
This creature is a(n): Curly Armadilly
This is its story:
Never before seen in the wild, this shy creature is able to blend in well in the Texas Hill Country.
While many feel it's a descendent of the Great American Bison, this writer has problems with imagining how that could occur, since the other parent creature, the Armadillo, is about the size of a small dog. But anything is possible in Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom.

Velvet:
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This is Day Six
This creature is a(n): Afro-Marmaoar
This is its story:

This creature, distant cousins of the Afro Donkeys, can also be found in the prairies and valleys of Duval. They have pointed hooves that allow them to walk carelessly over the tall grasses and the muddier parts of the island. The rut around much like a wild boar, but enjoy feasting on seeds and fresh fruits over slop or grasses.

Their wooly coats are shed during the summer months to reveal a smooth and short coat, therefore the mating takes place during the designated winter months. Why?
Mates are attracted to the largest "afros" and when the wooly fur is at its peak is in the winter months. After picking one mate, they generally stick with that mate for a few years before becoming bored with each others afros.

Offspring are born with long and lanky wooly fur that makes they look like a huge poof ball and for this reason they are undesirable to carnivores. They don't want to deal with all that wooly fur.

Afro-Marmaoars are actually farmed by the folks that live away from the cities. Their wool is soft and valuable, but none of these critters are harmed during the wool taking process! They are just suddenly hideous to their mates and sometimes the males are made to give their baby making stuff to the farmer and then given to the female. Not an easy challenge to raise these critters, but sometimes it can be worth it.
Antagonist:
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This is Day Six
This creature is a(n): Marmalusk
This is its story: The Marmalusk is a distant relative of the extinct woolly mammoths from the Ice Age. They have since evolved to a smaller size, but are still enormous compared to most land dwelling creatures. Males are around twice the size of rhinoceroses while females are only slightly smaller than that. They are an oddity in that it is the females, not the males as is often seen with other animals, that have tusks protruding from their mouth. These giant woolly mammals can be seen grazing in plains in various parts of the world.

Marmalusks move in herds of up to 50 per group, with two or three males and the rest females. The females are the protectors of the males, as the males are mostly defenseless against predators. Most males have a diet of grass and leaves, while the females would often burrow for roots, bulbs, and bugs with their tusks for additional nutrition needed to continue the build up of their tusks. Unlike the rhinoceros and elephants, where upon the removal of their horn or tusks the removal is permanent, Marmalusks regrow their tusks after a certain amount of time. They also fall out periodically, so unlike the rhinoceros and elephant, they have not been hunted after as much by poachers.

Young Marmalusk calf remain with the herd until they are seven or eight years old. Females will generally choose to remain with the herd, while males are either driven away or they successfully impress the females into allowing him to stay, such as defeating one of the older males of the group. Competition between two males are done through bodyslamming; they will attempt to knock each other down, and the winner is decided by the one who successfully knocks the other down. The smaller-sized of the male would usually use the tactic of evasion, waiting for the other male to stagger and lose his balance, before abruptly bodyslamming into him to knock him over.

Clothing spun from Marmalusk wool are said to be softer than silk, and are highly sought after. There have been attempts to domesticate the Marmalusk, but all have ended in failure. Even the strongest fences would fall from a good bodyslam from a Marmalusk, and forcing them to stay would result in the creatures becoming depressed and unhealthy, affecting the quality of their wool to the point of being coarser than hemp fabric.

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This is Day Six
This creature is a(n): Wooly Hog
This is its story: This is a wooly hog piglet. Wooly hogs are a quite prized farm animal in Northern Europe, especially the British Isles, Scandinavia, the Balkan area, and Northern Russia. It is well known for its durable, shrink proof wool. which is used extensively for clothing by people in those areas due to the cold, damp climate. The only drawback to keeping them is that they need a good hosing off before sheering time.

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This is Day Six
This creature is a(n): Wooly Chihog
This is its story: The Wooly Chihog is a large rodent that lives in the plains, forest and coastal regions of Duval. It is a very long distance cousin of the Red Footed Woodchuckin Pusabit and a distant cousin of the Capybara. For the most part these creatures are brown, but sometimes they are black or a rust color. The Wooly Chihog mostly eats various flora and fauna along with berries, nuts and roots. It's wooly coat acts as a barrier to protect it from water. It also acts as camouflage to protect the Wooly Chihog from predators. Instead of paws this creature has hooves, but as to why is a mystery. It has a very powerful sense of smell that allows it to sniff out roots easily as well as other things such as truffles. Because of their sense of smell some people have decided to domesticate this animal and use it to find and gather some of the rarer and harder to find plants around the island. Another reason for the domestication of this animal is for their wooly coat that can be shaven off, cleaned and used to make yarn for various things such as clothing.

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This is Day Six
This creature is a(n): Chihookna
This is its story: This wooly animal is indigenous to Duval and prized for it's wool that grows all year round and meat used in a delicacy called Oopongnyja. Like its cousin, the sheep, it's wool is used in clothing and blankets. It was first thought to have gone extinct many years ago from over killing and thought of as a legend, but a herd was discovered living along the high sea cliffs. With hooves like a pig, curly wool, and a face like a rodent, it truly is an odd animal. Most are brown in colour, some appear to be black. Very rarely, but possible, do you see a sandy coloured one. It is said that if you should happen upon one, they were to bring you good luck. If you saw a dead one, someone in your family would die soon. The chihookna eats mostly grass and has a thirst for chanoogawa berries. Sometimes, they will even eat insects. They are excellent swimmers even though they appear to never be wet (water-proof fur). The animal likes to travel in herds of 20. They are quite shy and docile creatures with one violent tendency. Like most animals, they like to bite. Mothers still nursing young will forget their nature and attack anything perceived as a threat. They generally mate during fall, and chihooks are born in late April. Females can have 5-12 chihooks at a time. Males take care of the little ones between feedings while the mothers replenish the nutrients they had lost. When a baby chihookna calls for its mother, it is said to sound just like a little child crying. Full-grown chihooknas sound like a cow infested with mad cow disease while running from a mob of zombies.

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This is Day Six
This creature is a(n): Figglumb
This is its story: The adorable figglumb is the most popular pet among Duvalians. This creature was originally discovered in South America by traders who fell in love with it and brought it over to Duval. Since then it has been loved by all and continues to be a close companion to countless Duvalians.
Figglumbs are known for their adorable personalities. They are extremely affectionate creatures that also show great loyalty and playfulness. They are known to happily spend hours on your lap and always love to be cuddled. They also enjoy running around with their owners and playing tag. Figglumbs are also very intelligent creatures that can be potty-trained in 2 weeks and be taught to perform almost any trick (even simple tasks) with time and patience.
Figglumbs have a very keen sense of smell (roughly 15 times better than a human's) as well as good hearing (roughly 5 times better than humans). Their eyesight is roughly as acute as a human's but they are limited to only the blue and green color spectrum. Due to their excellent sense of smell, many Fibblumbs are used by the police and military to sniff out drugs, bombs, and humans (during rescue missions). They are also used by people hunting for other animals or searching for rare plants.
Figglumbs are omnivores that can eat everything that humans can eat, which makes them extremely easy to feed. Most families with figglumbs simply feed them the leftovers of whatever they are eating.
One thing figglumbs love doing above all else is play in puddles. After it rains you can see many figglumbs out on the street rolling around and splashing in shallow puddles. They can easily spend an hour playing in a puddle before moving on to other activities. They also love taking baths, which is really good because they require at least one bath a day in order to keep their fur perfectly curled.
Another thing figglumbs are known for is their behavior when sleeping. Figglumbs always sleep with their owners because they can only fall asleep when there is a source of body heat nearby. They adopt an extremely cute curled up position when they fall asleep and it is common to see the owner hugging their figglumb as they both sleep.
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This is Day Six
This creature is a(n): Sheep Pig, or Pigsheep
This is its story:
"Yoo're twal years auld noo Daniel, an' sae it's time tae teach ye hoo tae tak' caur ay th' sheep pig; an' ne'er min' callin' them pigsheep -- that's Irelain's way ay daein' things." A rather burly Scottish farmer spoke to his wiry son by the barn and under a grey sky.
"But Faither, th' sun isnae e'en up yet." The boy replied, ready to go back to bed. But his father let out a deep rumbling laugh.
"That's a guid oan, Son. Ay coorse th' sin isnae up yit. that's th' best time ay day tae start yer wark; when th' animals wake up, yoo'll awreddy be thaur tae tak' caur ay them. If ye dornt tak' caur ay th' animals, 'en th' animals willnae tak' caur ay ye."
"But Faither, th' animals dun tak' care ay us. We tak' care ay them."
"Noo, that's nae true. uir animals an' craps is whit brings in uir bunsens sae we can eat an' clothe oorselves, laddie. Ye woods nae loch tae be runnin' aroond naked, noo woods ye?

Noo, nae mair protest. it's time we took caur ay th' animals. Yoo'll start wi' th' pig sheep." They walked into the barn together, son after father, and approached the just-waking pig sheep. "Noo th' first hin' ye main learn tae dae is comb their wool; it'll suin be time tae shae them, an' uir fowk tradition is tae keep their wool clean an' brushed afair shavin'. Ye main brush softly enaw tae nae harm th' animals, but firmly enaw tae remove th' tangles. caa it tae me when ye hink aam dain. an' dinnae use yer cellphain -- Ah see 'at pooch bulgin' -- as Ah did nae brin' mine wi' me. sometimes those ringtones scaur th' animals. An' animals need a healthy an' stable environment. I'll be by th' cows."

An hour or so later, the father returned to see how his son was doing. "Guid wark. ye can finish 'at later. Noo it's time tae feed th' animals. Sheep pig require a healthy blended diit ay fruit, vegetables, an' girse wheat. Yoo'll fin' some in a corner up in th' loft. Fetch it an' fill th' sheep pig's troogh; an' while yoo're at it ye main an aw feed th' normal sheep tay. 'En come tae me when yoo're dain - I'll be wi' th' horses."
Daniel groaned, but did as he was told; and when he was finished, he went to the horses's stalls and started to wait as his father finished grooming the black one, but his father had already seen him. "Gang hae breakfest Son. Eat quickly, yoo've mair wark tae dae afair lunch. I've awreddy hud mine."

After a nice breakfast of porridge with cinnamon and a glass of milk, Daniel found his father attending to the goats.
"Aam back, Faither. Aam sorry if aam late; Mammy makes a guid breakfast." The boy explained respectfully.
"Yoo're jist in time, Son. Dinnae worry. Noo gang an' observe th' sheep pigs. Dae ye see anythin' strange abit them?" The father replied, continuing his work.
Daniel went to the sheep pig's side of the barn and watched them for nearly fifteen minutes before he spotted anything; he returned to his father to speak of his discovery. "Faither, a coople ay th' sheep pig ur nuzzlin' each other."
"That's whit Ah thooght. it's a bit early but it seems they're gettin' ready tae mucker. We main observe them frae noo oan an' make sure th' females dornt fight ower th' males; they can gie brutal wi' each other. An' th' males dornt min' a bloody bit. Weel ye know hoo tae tak' caur ay th' sheep pig noo. Frae tomorrow oan yoo'll be takin' caur ay them every day. Noo gang tak' yer dogs fur a braw lang walk while Ah hae a chat wi' yer Mammy."

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This is Day Seven
This creature is a(n): Lacertilia Pavo Cristatus, colloquially known as the "Pierrot"

This is its story: The pierrot is a natural entertainer. A consummate mimic and prankster, this creature loves to make fun of other animals and has been recorded mimicking no fewer than 150 other species. Among the pierrot's favorite capers are the "I stole your food when you thought you were being attacked," the "someone is watching you pee," the "where is that scary noise coming from?" and the most-often played "here, have extra children."

While the pierrot prefers to eat nuts, seeds, and berries, it does not enjoy the work of collecting or storing them for the leaner winter months when they are out of season. To counter its natural laziness and inability to find storage places with structural integrity, the pierrot generally relies upon making other animals with a sense of humor laugh; these animals (particularly monkeys and squirrels) generally so favor the pierrot that they do not mind when small amounts of their stores go missing. From time to time, the pierrot steals from easily-angered, weaker birds, generally imitating the cackling laughter of a hyena if it does so.

The pierrot is also a fan of shiny objects and brassieres, which it will steal without hesitation if such objects are easy to grasp and light enough for it to carry. It uses these things to decorate its lair, which is usually a hole in a tree often stolen from some other bird.

Due to its lack of wings, the pierrot has become an accomplished climber and is quite skilled at leaping from tree to tree, swinging from vines, and climbing sheer rock-faces like a gecko (the two species are in fact closely related). The pierrot prefers, however, to remain motionless in sunlit areas, which warm its blood.

Unlike with many colorful species, the pierrot's interesting markings have little to do with mating rituals. They appear instead to be intended to help the pierrot mimic other species and thus blend in to the dense jungle foliage it calls home. Pierrot mating rituals are instead focused upon the gifting of shiny objects and upon the male's ability to produce what sounds like unique beatboxing rhythms for the female recipient of his attentions.

The pierrot's offspring are generally dumped into the nest of a neighboring bird or lizard to be raised; these offspring (as many as five eggs) are almost never rejected regardless of the strain to the family unit, and for this reason, the pierrot is one of the few colorful species on Duval that has suffered no reduction in population in 150 years.

Pierrots make interesting pets but are generally not recommended for domestication, as they tend to bite.

Velvet:
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This is Day Seven
This creature is a(n): Sulacinus - Red Beaked Braguna
This is its story: The Red Beak Braguna is a stranger creature that only inhabits very remote areas of the island of Duval, but those that spot it will never forget it. Living on the rocky shores of quiet beaches, the Red Beaked Braguna is equip to swim very well as well as climb the rocks and even trees nearby. This strange creature prefers to live away from any human activity and many Duvalanians haven't even heard of such an animal. So this is why it is being brought to the Duval museum.

Red Beaked Braguna have a diet that entirely consists on algae, seaweed, and small crustaceans like crab, shrimps, and small clams and oysters. They have strikingly fast and sharp beaks that are able to collect their food without too much trouble, and their long toes allow them to swim quickly and efficiently towards their prey (the one that move, that is).

Under the water, the Braguna are swift, graceful, and elegant looking creatures. With long legs that guide them easily through the currents, a long tail that serves as a propeller, and smooth feathers that deflects water and prevents the creature from becoming waterlogged, one would think they belong only to the sea, but the Braguna also has a life on land, a much less graceful look. Though they are better in the sea, this creature lives in a large flock on the rocky shores, an ultimate paradise for them all.

On land, the Red Beaked Braguna looks rather odd walking on such long legs and dragging a scaly tail behind a feathered body, but the mate never cares about that. What they prefer is the ruffled feather around the neck. A male will spread his neck feathers to appear like some spiky mane around his neck. He then will bob up and down while picking one leg up and then the other. The dance will attract a mate if she finds him good enough and if she does, she will join in to dance with him, fluffing her feather and bobbing and hobbling with him. Both in perfect unison. It is quite an odd sight, especially when nearly every Red Beaked Braguna is doing the same dance.

A nest is then built out of sand, stone, and dried seaweed to protect the bright red eggs. The eggs are so bright that predators can spot them too easily, but the Braguna have a strange defense. When one of these creatures spots or hears a signs of danger, they let out a high pitched wail sound, much like a cat fight, and then rapidly flaps its long head feathers which results in it being momentarily lifted ten to fifteen feet of the air, alerting every other Braguna in the flock. They all take to making these awful noises and flapping their neck feathers at the same time making a symphony of noisy wails and loud flaps. All this noise tends to send the predator running, but if that doesn't stop them and they proceed to approach the eggs, the Red Beaked Bragunas will stand around their nests, bodies together and feather flared out making them appear larger and making a solid shield. Any egg eating predator that comes too close will then be attacked by up to ten Bragunas at the same time that break rank. After a fierce attack using beak, claws, and tail smacking the Bragunas run back to form the shield with the rest of their companions and another group then goes out to perform another attack. Usually the predator always runs after a couple attacks, tired of the noisy creatures and of being pecked and scratched. Who could blame it? For this reason researchers always keep their distance when observing this flock, never able to get close enough to collect data or more information on such a strange creature.

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This creature is a(n): It's an amazing burel-rooted coral tree!
This is its story:
Normally growing underwater, this member of the sponge family is rarely found on land. This specimen is rare because of its fine bright sheen. During the full moon, the coral spawns tiny motes which attract the white crested beaked frogzard.
The frogzard tightly grips it's branches, throws back his head, and belts out Broadway show tunes, bobbing in time to the music. This action results in the highly polished coral tree that you see in front of you.

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This creature is a(n): Crystal-necked Lizard-tongue Pheasant, most commonly known as the Copper Mongol.
This is its story: An interesting creature, indeed, just by the name. These creatures live within the deep caverns of Duval. Most build their nests around deposits of copper ore. They were discovered back in the 1800s when the caverns were first mined for its rich deposits of various ores and crystals. The animal was once thought to be a legend. Even when the first corpse was shown to the public, scientists scoffed. An animal with crystal-like protrusions jutting out from it's neck couldn't be real. A live specimen was then captured and examined (The scientist having his ear bit off in the process).

These bird-lizards' diet consist mostly of bugs that reside in the caverns. Some choose to venture out into the night for some mice or berries. Their forked tongues are excellent for getting bugs out of small cracks and holes, while their beaks are used for crushing bones of their prey. Their long toes help them to climb into trees and steal hatchlings from their nests (while leaving a scent behind for the parents, their next meal, to seek them out).

Males feathers can come in any colour from a dark, simmering blue to a fiery red, and the crystals around their necks glistening like the snow on a sunny day. Females are quite dull with feathers the same colour as their scales and smaller crystals that are opaque. Like most bird species, the feathers tend to be for mating. But with this species, they have another purpose. To blend in with their surroundings. Those with green feathers travel out into the forest, searching for food or things to make nests. The red-feathered ones stay in the caverns and protect the young. They work together like a colony of ants.

They have many calls. When in danger, they yell "Get out, fool". Tends to scare away their predator, the Wooly Wombatas, more than warn others around them. When mating season comes around, males will sing sweet melodies like "Bringing Sexy Back" or "Shake Your Booty". Their hatchlings sound like Welsh children cussing at one another.
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This creature is a(n): Frilled Fine Feathered Dinobird AKA the Harlot Raptor
This is its story:
Often called The Dinobird this Avian Reptilian species is known for it's laugh like mating call and brilliant plumage. Unlike most beasts in the animal kingdom it's the female that sports the fancy plumage and seeks multiple partners. It's this fact that often leads these creatures to be refereed to as Harlot Raptors.

Often when adventure campers are camping out in the deserts of menewsha it'll come close to their fires to rest. Relishing the heat they provide and the attention of the campers. They're very curious and are surprisingly not shy around humans. Their clawed fingers are very nimble and agile. They're natural problem solvers and enjoy undoing and retying knots. Much to the ire of the campers sleeping inside tents.

Despite all their beautiful plumage and problem solving skills, these creatures are seen as pests by many rural people. Farmers often report them unhinging their livestock gates and poking holes in their feed bags. Which is curious behavior since they are strictly insectivores feeding on neither cattle or grains. One Scientist remarked "It's like they have a very odd sense of humor. and enjoy seeing you chase after them. Like a game of Pick up cup played by a naughty baby."

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This creature is a(n): Blue-Legged Crust-Neck
This is its story: The Blue-Legged Crust-Neck is often affectionately dubbed as a Puffer due to the ring of ridges around its neck that they will puff up when surprised or angered. These raccoon-sized creatures are only ever spotted in caverns and mines, where minerals, metal, and precious stones can be found. It is speculated that these creatures may be eating the rocks and metal, as the color of their ridges usually reflect the type of mineral deposit within the cavern or mine. A Crust-Neck living in a gold mine would have gold spines and a Crust-Neck living in a diamond mine would have white, semi-transparent spines.

Blue-Legged Crust-Necks could often be seen pecking at the stones within a cavern or cave, and it has been observed that their beaks are exceptionally powerful and hard, enough to crack open rocks that would easily require a jackhammer for a human to do the same. When alarmed or in danger, they would often send an avalanche onto the offender by striking at a weak spot within the cave. Their claws and the pads below them allow them to climb onto smooth surfaces, and their feather-like scales are sleek and smooth enough that they are able to wriggle through many tight places within the cave, making them very difficult to pursue after or capture.

Not much are known about these creatures, though miners often come across them when digging through an abundant mine, therefore they are taken as omens of good fortune in some parts of the world, most notedly in Duval. From the amount and coloration of the ridges on a Blue-Legged Crust-Neck, one can tell if the mine is plentiful or not worth investing. If a mine has been depleted, the Crust-Necks will move on to another mine, either by traveling on land at night or digging through the ground, looking for more minerals and metals to devour along the way.

It is a popular theory that they attract mates by their plumage of ridges, and miners would often hear strange, echoing songs warbling through the darkness, with a voice that is disturbingly human-like. There are no known cases of a Crust-Neck being able to speak human words like a parrot, however. Their eggs appear to be a solid chunk of whatever mineral they have eaten most, where there had been an unfortunate case where a miner found what appeared to be a giant chicken egg-sized diamond, only to have it crack open later to reveal a tiny, scaleless yet fully ridge-necked Crust-Neck. Sadly, the hatchling passed away just minutes later.

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This creature is a(n): Iridescent Peacock Gullzilla
This is its story: This is a baby male Iridescent Peacock Gullzilla.This creature is 75% lizard and 25% bird. It is also the largest lizard native to Duval. A full grown adult can be anywhere from 3 to 5 feet in length and weigh up to an average of 100 pounds. Larger males of the species can weigh closer to 150 to 200 pounds. The Gullzilla lives mainly in the ocean around the island and the coastal regions, but it has been seen further inland on occasion. This is usually during mating season. It seems that Gullzilla prefer the rich warm soils around the base of the volcano to make their nests and lay their eggs.Their preferred habitat is within the coral reefs that surround the island. Making their homes in large hole within the coral and rock. Some of these holes have tunnels leading to undersea caverns and caverns beneath the island itself.

The female Iridescent Peacock Gullzilla does not have the iridescent collar around it's neck and their skin is more of a greyish teal than that of the males. Like many creatures the male of the species is brightly colored to attracted the female of the species. The males also put on a ritualistic dance to attract a female during mating season. One of the attributes that both the male and female share is that they have 3 sets of eye lids that protect it's eyes while swimming under water. They have sharp beaks that are used for pecking and tearing meat. These creatures are strictly carnivores with a diet that mostly consists of fish and shellfish. They may not have webbed feet, but they are powerful and excellent swimmers. Using their front paws they are able to grasp their prey to catch it.

Another unique attribute of these creatures is that they their skin secrets a poison when they are on land. This poison can kill if not treated within 30 minutes. For hundreds of years Duvalians have collected the poison from this strange creature and used it for many things. Adding it to weapons for hunting, to make slaves, medicines and they are finding new uses for it as well. Every year the males shed their iridescent collars after mating season. These iridescent spikes can be compared to metal in strength. Just like the poison Duvalians have been repurposing these spikes as well. They have been used for weapons, armor, jewelry, art, etc. What they are used for depends on the quality and size of the spike.
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This is Day Seven
This creature is a(n): Dragonarus Desertus Birdus Orderus, or just "Desert Bird" or "Dragon Bird" for short.
This is its story:
"September 18 --

"If you'll remember from my earlier entries, after I had been having observed these creatures for nearly three months and ten days a family of Dragonus Desertus Birdus Orderus took me in as one of their own and tried to teach me their ways. As you are already aware, they taught me how to make a nest on the ground and even pecked at me until I completed one that was big enough for two of their kind; and they watched me carefully, and would not let me go anywhere until I proceeded to test my nest. It was quite an -- how shall I put it? Interesting? -- experience at that time as they would not even let me sleep outside of my nest, to the point where one of my previous nestmates took up residence with me and made sure I went to bed on time.

But now, finally, after this week's long and harrowing experience, is the time for a finally summary, as the Dragonus Desur--- oh, hang it all. I'm sure I'll be forgiven if I call them by a slang term in this last entry, unprofessional or not. I've certainly been through enough this past week.

As I was saying, all but one of the Dragon Birds took flight a week ago and haven't returned. I'd've said at the time that it was a migratory flight, but as it was pointed out to me, even if we're near the fringes we're still in the desert -- and since their food, a particular species of bugs known commonly as Desert Beetles and Sand Worms, have mostly disappeared. They'd gone off to find a new nesting ground with more food, you see. As I mentioned before, one of the Dragon Bird remained here: my nestmate. It was the oddest thing at the time; there was quite a striking resemblance of a human argument humans between my nestmate and his parents shortly before the flock took off. I'm still a bit shaken whenever my nestmate speaks English to me. It seems his parents -- once again he quickly corrected my 'his' with 'our' -- and the rest of the flock did not wish to disrupt my species' "learning process", yet they did want me to learn fully.

I wish he would be silent already. Since the flock left he has been chatting in my ear nonstop, telling me all about how fun it's been to live with me and how great a time we're going to have now, and how he can't wait to go back with me. I think in this last week I've learned everything there is to know on how they survive, to their lore, to their mating habits which I really did not need to know. Even now he just won't shut up and he is reading everything over my shoulder and I wish he'd just give me a moment's peace!!

Well, now he's off to sulk, and perched on a dead stump of a tree trunk, but I have my peace. As I was trying to write before (oh, why did I not bring any pencils with me? This entry is so unprofessional and it's all permanently in ink), the Dragon Birds live in the desert. They even believe that they are descended from actual dragons; and that this is why some of them can breathe fire. But fret not, my good readers! They can only breath enough at a time to perhaps roast a bird; and they're usually a friendly though cautious sort -- my "friend" sulking outside is actually a bit more outgoing than the rest. Okay, a lot more outgoing
oh bloody hell, he's back already
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Old 04-15-2013, 07:02 PM

This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Spidercus Clawticus also known as A Spider Claw
This is its story: The Spidercus Clawticus is our modern day cockroach, that's right, these little guys are abundant and nearly impossible to kill off. Unlike the cockroach, the Spidercus Clawticus is about one foot long and stands at about 7 inches tall from claw tip to head. The Spidercus eats just about anything made of metal. It will eat nuts and bolts left around and even tools. In rare cases, some Spidercus Clawticus have been known to eat parts off of vehicles, fences, and even door handles.

They may seem like no big deal, but watch out. When the Spidercus Clawticus feels threatened it lets out a deafening high pitched shriek that makes getting near the thing to squash it almost impossible. We've learned to simply clean up after ourselves, not leaving our favorite items containing metal laying around, and even yes, changing our doorknobs to wood. Some people even keep Spider Claws as pets. *shivers*


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Old 04-15-2013, 07:15 PM

This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Tumorous UrsaTalonous
This is its story: This is an interesting specimen indeed. Found while the museums first curator was on a camping trip. While fishing a near by cave begged further investigation by his daughter. Who gets her mind from her father. "A bear mummy" She exclaimed as she came bounding towards her father fishing. She pulled him away to investigate further and lo and behold it was exactly as the child had said. There in a state of mummification was a great whacking bear that had succumb to a rare form of cancer .
Since he was on a family trip at the time all he could manage to bring back for museum to study was this paw. A rare thing indeed to find a bear carcass in the woods, even rare a mummified one, rarer still a cancer victim. Never had a father been so proud of his daughter. From then on she'd be his lucky charm and accompany him on all his digs. The cave was never located again, if it had the bear carcass had been long gone. How curious in nature.


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Old 04-15-2013, 07:39 PM

This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Six-Tripodes Acutus Acedia
This is its story: This odd-looking little fellow is the infamous Six-Tripodes Acutus Acedia. In plain English, it translates from its scientific Latin name into the Six-Legged Sharp Sloth, after its ancestor, the sloth, and its sharp, claw-like feet. Although it may look dangerous because of its sharp and bony legs, it is actually a genetically mutated sloth whose long claws grew in the place of its arms and legs. The researchers and scientists working on genetic experiments had intended to cover its entire body with claws in order to give them a protective armor, but instead ended up with a quite hideous-looking creature with claws in place of its arms and legs.

Unlike the sloth, the Six-Tripodes Acutus Acedia prefers living underground because it is unable to climb into the leafy canopies of trees like its ancestor. It digs itself a cozy little home in order to live and raise young. It occasionally travels above ground to drink water, but usually stays in its underground den and eats the unfortunate insects who come across its resting place. A harmless and quite a small creature, many people have accidentally killed the Six-Tripodes Acutus Acedia, thinking that it was an overgrown spider.

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All added to the entries area. So excited for all the clever participation :D

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Old 04-15-2013, 09:43 PM

This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Six-legged tusk elephantine aka, hecta-crus dente elephantus
This is its story: The six-legged tusk elephantine is born from a cross-breed between an elephant and a mantis shrimp. It inherits both the smoothness and hardness of elephant tusks and mantis shrimp shells combined in its six legs. The body looks similar to the elephant, but only the skin is similar with the shell of the mantis shrimp within. The size of a six-legged tusk elephantine is twice that of a regular mantis shrimp, but unlike the mantis shrimp, it is a mutated omnivore. It can eat anything from plants to meat to metal. Similar to the mantis shrimp, it attacks and/or rips apart its prey/food with it's super hard and fast legs. The fate of this particular specimen is of great curiosity because of it's lack of the other half of its legs. What could have had the strength and hardness to rip apart such study legs?

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Old 04-15-2013, 10:05 PM

This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Bone-Charred Sheep
This is its story: A creature of incredible fortitude, this particular sheep species lives in the wilds of a volcanic land. Know for being hard to eat because of their tough bone-like appearance as well as going where other animals would burn up easily, this sheep species is resilient and able to survive despite the odds. However getting to view such a creature is rare as they live where few humans dare to go.


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Old 04-15-2013, 10:29 PM

Oh my God.

I actually know what that thing is. XD

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Old 04-15-2013, 10:45 PM

This is Day One
This creature is a(n):Ateles geoffroyi formicidae
This is its story: a rare creature by it's on rights, they were known to be found mainly in the jungles of south america, though a rare few where believed to have been sighted in other parts of the world. professor henderson von derfner was doing research on the mating habit so local Catrol Vancliechin other wise known as monkeys to others, when this creature sprang from the tree and stared at him. it's middle and hind legs holding tightly to the trees as it climbed while the others easily reached for fruits in the branches. although seemingly innocent looking, this was not the case as the professor was soon attacked and according to him, found himself trapped in a cacoon like pouch. being dragged along the ground his body going numb. thank goodness for his assistant who had the foresight to bring along some weaponry with them that morning. if not for that he shudders to think what would have happened.

it is believed to mostly eat fruit and vegetation, though meat is consumed it is rarely and only through those that are pregnant. and in mating season. jimmy statin the assistant to the good professor says that it was the most amazingly scary moment of his young life, but the though of interrupting their mating season is was too much to think about, much is still not known about the creature and research is still ongoing

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Old 04-16-2013, 12:20 AM

This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Equinoxia
This is its story: The Equinoxia, or more commonly known as the spider-monkey, is a small, often-thought to be a mythical creature from legends that originated from South America. It is said that to see a spider-monkey is to see an omen of misfortune. The origin of such a belief is surmised that the patterns of their coat resembles rotting bark, the slight scent of decay they carry, and the way their legs resemble bones. They can live up to twenty years, and are usually around the size of a large house cat, but could grow up to the size of a Labrador in some cases. Their fur comes in many colors, usually brown, but sometimes black, auburn, or, in rare cases, green. Their natural habitat is located in rain forests, usually far away from human civilization, which makes it so rare to see one of them appear. Male Equinoxias possesses a crown of red fur that spans from the top of their head down to the middle of their back, while females do not possess them.

These strange creatures make their nests, usually composed of smaller branches, vines, leaves, and bone, on the branches of trees high above the ground. Their legs are encased within hardened keratin cells, much like a human's fingernails, and their feet are sharp and pointed for gripping tree bark, where they spend most of their life on. The color and pattern of their coat and legs helps with camouflage, as they often become prey to predators such as jaguars, leopards, or snakes. When unmoving, they appear to become one with the tree.

The Equinoxia's main source of food are fresh leaves and bark, though sometimes if they wander down the trees far enough they will also eat roots, clumps of dirt, and sometimes even carcasses of other animals. They need a large amount of minerals and calcium to continue building up the hardness of their legs, in order to fend off against attackers. The sharp pointed tips of their feet can cause severe damage to another, and there have been known cases in which a human or animal has bled to death when an Equinoxia managed to slash open an artery.

Not much is known about the Equinoxia's mating habits, though it is surmised that their piercing, shrill cries are a form of mating ritual. They also appear to be monogamous, with the male Equinoxia bringing back nourishment to the female. The female will remain exclusively above the trees in the branches after pregnancy, and will not venture down to the ground below again until her children are matured at the age of two, with each litter consisting of two to four pups.


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Old 04-16-2013, 12:22 AM

This is Day One
This creature is a(n): Tapitolaries rugosa (Common name: Pygmy wood creep)
This is its story: Tapitolaries rugosa is a reclusive creature which has recently seen a resurgence in numbers. Despite this fortunate turn-around in population size, researchers still continue to struggle in finding live specimens for their work. To date, our understanding of the Pygmy wood creep is that they are pseudo nocturnal, preferring to do the majority of their activity in the early hours of the morning. They are omnivorous with a stronger leaning toward carnivorous habits and prey most often upon small forest insects. Their hunting method has been observed, albeit by pure chance, when Dr. H. J. Richards was doing field work in on of the central islands. It was, as to be expected, in the early hours of the morning when a solitary wood creep dropped from one of the high forest branches on a fiber of it's own creation (produced by a gland on the stomach much like a spider's spinneret on it's back end.) and landed on his cheek to pluck off a mosquito. Dr. Richards also reported the wood creep's apparent fascination with human hair as after the mosquito was removed the specimen spent several minutes stroking the top of the doctor's head. "It is no wonder why such a creature has the name that it does." He said, shaking slightly and pushing his pith helmet further onto his head.


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Old 04-16-2013, 12:43 AM

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Oh my God.

I actually know what that thing is. XD

Yeah, me too, and now I can't think of anything to say except that.


 


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