A hunched over hulk of a beast with large bat-like ears, tiny black eyes, and with gray skin covered in small but smooth spikes. Around the size of a human when walking, it uses its arms and legs for movement. Uses a system of clicking sounds to communicate with others and to sense their surroundings. Lives in caves and underground structures where its keen hearing can help locate prey and utilize ambush points. Instinct: Hunts

• Keen Hearing
• False Sounds
• Suddenly Appear

This is dave, stealer of fries, eater of souls, slapper of kings, brother of greg. Instinct: to consume

• eats fries
• dave likes to steal your fries when you're not looking

Wait, what did that thing look like again??? kinda like a dog, or was it god... man spelling is hard. Instinct: consume moments and memories

• eat the past
• cant be hit by things moving fast
• if you feed it something that it really likes it might give you someone elses memory

A metallic good dragon with scales of brass. Highly intelligent and gregarious, brass dragons will not let any lesser intelligent being miss the benefit of their company and great conversation. Breathes fire as a last resort; otherwise breathes a sleeping gas. Hoards knowledge and secrets. Most commonly found in the desert. Instinct: To debate

• Breathe a sleeping gas
• Breathe fire as a last resort
• Offer good company
• Patronize

The Corrupted Wolf is a normal wolf whose mind and body have been overtaken by dark magic, allowing them uncanny and unnatural movements and motives. They are almost always under the control of some dark magician who has taken the role of leader of the pack. Instinct: to ravage

• when mortally wounded a Corrupted Wolf will howl and allert more wolves or other monsters to its aggressors location

It seems that the common diet for these creatures is something enigmatically referred to as "Green Soup" or alternatively something else known as "Blue String Pudding". It is not clear what these things are, but only these creatures seem to eat them. Likely some kind of remnant diet of their former lives. However, when these creatures get too hungry, especially from lack of these peculiar foods... sometimes a terrifying transformation takes hold and they become one of the "Soupstarved", bulking up significantly, they lose a lot of their intellect but seem to let loose terrifying howls in their musical voices, and are full of a berserker rage as they try to feed on anything that might make them feel whole once more. Instinct: To feed

• Explode into action

Despite being scavengers, clangers have some peculiar sound-based knacks. Their language is inherently musical, this is true. But a fair number of them are seemingly able to naturally or perhaps trained in being able to extract music (and moreover sound itself, although it seems music is more valuable) from their surroundings, for later storage or use in some way. If desperate, these 'musicallists' can try to shape the sounds that they've gathered on the spot in order to force out some arcane puissance. Not always a good idea, especially for them. But who knows what trick they might pull out, if threatened... Instinct: To acquire

• Harvest sound itself
• Improvise dangerous words of power on the spot

Strange, rat-like humanoids from the stars is a simple way of putting it. Technically correct but it does not describe the beauty of their language, or the ingenuity of their scavenging ways. Their scavenging ways are obvious given what they carry and the patchwork armour that they wear. Some sages maintain that they are the remnant of a star-travelling civilization that collapsed, and left its peoples scattered in remote, barren places where their foes could not find them. Now they subsist on junk that falls to their homes. Although not inherently vicious, if presented with a great enough opportunity, especially a great enough bargain they can be great allies. Instinct: To scavenge

• Unerringly find things of use or value
• Disappear in a cloud of metal scrap
• Whistle a song to call more of its tribe

An evil, four-armed windsock. That's the best way to describe these abominations. Cone-shaped, with a giant round mouth on the flat end. How they see anything is anyone's guess. Powerfully magical and extremely alien, phaerimm ("Fehrihmm" in the tongue of the Tarrakhuna) are unfortunately understandable only in the sense that they delight in inflicting pain and suffering on others. But we're in luck; their love of inflicting pain applies to others of their kind as much as to mortal-kin, which makes "society" very difficult for them. Few ever leave their prison deep within the under-earth, and those only with the help of others, usually binding them to service (as you can never trust their words). Instinct: To bend reality

• Twist the powers of the earth to its will
• Its magic never does only what you see
• Evocations, illusions, and compulsions
• Pain that lingers brings it joy
• The things of the underearth heed its call

The Queen Bee never ventures far from her hives, but will defend them voraciously. She commands near endless swarms of bees who will gladly fight to the death and defend her with their lives, so actually approaching or hitting the Queen is very difficult. Instinct: Protect the Hive

• Command the swarm