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A bird with a long sharp beak. It cuts metal and minerals with it to decorate itself, as the more a bird of this kind glitters, the more attractive it is for mating. They try to attack solo, but if more come, it could be that they prioritize to fight their own kind over who gets the glittering things. Besides their fierce attack with the beak, they are masterfully flying and are seldom without movement. Instinct: Trying to steal anything that glitters

• Covering itself in things that glitter
• Flying masterfully
• Prioritize having high reputation in their kind

Almost the size of a home, covered in shield like bone scales and looking like a Pangoline was forged by satan Instinct:

The Animal has big paws with bone claws that extend over the hands. Ideal for digging even through hard walls. The head is roundish with kind of little arms on each side of the mouth, helping it to eat the sticky plant nectar it loves. the lower body is thick and has four legs with spikes instead of feet. This lets it walk an vertical surfaces. These creatures mostly wander alone through their tunnels, but never to far away from their family, which often consists of 10 or more. They only attack if being harmed or if an adventurer is covered with sweet nectar, as it tries to eat it. Instinct: Eat sweet plant honey of the surrounding plants

• Digs tunnels
• Eats sweet liquids
• Curious but confused if others use the tunnels

A sort of Salamander looking creature, but it has a mouth that is more designed to drink than to eat. It is the size between a cat and a fat rat. The color ranges from a bright orange to a wooden brown. There are most often found in groups of 3-4. Instinct: Ever thirsty, so it tries to get water when it finds some

• Sitting in the Sun, drinking water
• If bitten twice, the victims feels thirsty

They are a long and forgotten feyling. Their origins are perhaps known only to those old fairy lords that walked a world before man. They, were old then. At first, They comfort, offering tea and sweet snacks on a silver tray. Then, They overwhelm. She, is the kindly face, the soother and the patter. She is empathetic and sweet as the offerings on the tray. But She, the Other, is the Traybearer. She, comes dourly behind, hooded and obscured. A face visible only as an afterthought. Instinct: To love to death Instinct: To love to death

• Hold someone to death
• It longs for your trust like Arsenic honey

Instinct: Block access

• Defend what needs to be defended
• Call in reinforcements
• Use the envornment

Instinct: Conspirar

• Comandar
• Subjugar a oposição
• Influente em Tyr
• Convocar escravos e mercenários

Not all so-called 'lycanthropes' take upon the noble bearing of a wolf. Not all are so fortunate, some take upon a shape with a far more clandestine nature - a nature that seems to cling to them easily as they tend to find their lives easiest on the periphery of civilization and nature, dark woods or deep sewers, or decrepit ruins that no-one wonders to look into. I mean, people pay attention to wolves if they are in an area but rats? No, people would rather ignore them if the rats are willing to ignore them in turn - thus the wererats gather in the shadows in numbers unheard of... but why? Instinct: To thrive and grow on the periphery

• Strike from nowhere or vanish without a trace
• Transform to pass unnoticed as beast or man
• Beckon forth more rats or fellow wererats from the shadows

A Tortippo is a mythical creature that is a slightly smaller hippo with a tortoise schell on its back. They live in a small group in rivers and not only eat fish but also plants that grow on the riverside. If not provoked, they are peaceful and with a bit of bribe (mostly food) allow strangers to sit on their back. But one should not anger them in any way. Their fierce bite and heavy weight are nothing but harmful. And given their hard shell, wounding them is also tough. Instinct:

• likes eating fish and plants
• coexisting with other beings
• protects their own kind