A little series of monsters done for each day in the first week of April. Unlike a similar project of mine, these critters aren't based on any particular myths and stories but instead common creature design elements.
A little series of monsters done for each day in the first week of April. Unlike a similar project of mine, these critters aren't based on any particular myths and stories but instead common creature design elements.
Rudiger uses his 'killer claws' to clamber all over far larger monsters and to pick off ticks and midges and fleas (and scabs...) off of them to eat, as well as incessantly tapping annoying little ditties to himself. Recently, Ruddy's cousin I-Ivan told him he can find treasure by listening close to his claw-tappings. Something about echoes and whatnot, it's rather confusing and Ruddy is beginning to think it was a prank. Or a tree thing. It’s always trees with I-Ivan...
Cthleen loves to write and draw (a blend of the two, really) but insists on leaving her mark in secretive areas, the kinds of places you need to be able to contort yourself or bonelessly squeeze into or just be real tiny to enter. Or like, someplace that's uncovered by geologists or an earthquake a hundred thousand years in the future. It should be a surprise to whoever discovers it, make them wonder what this strange message could possibly mean and what compelled its mysterious creator to hide it away?
... unaware that it's just "Poop!"
Fresnel uses their shoulder blades and eye as a burning glass to incinerate all before them. Not out of defense or to hunt or anything, as minerally beings don't exactly need any of that, Fresnel is just endlessly amused by how fleshy things boil and writhe and occasionally pop.
Most crystal creatures are content to simply warm their home-pools...
A biomech bred to capture ne'er-do-wells, confining them within their rib-cages and depositing these skeletal cells for proper processing. Unfortunately the nuances of the imprisonment system are lost on the biomech, and as constantly growing new sets of rib-cages is rather costly biology-wise, it has altered these prison cells to convert the detained into nutritious globs for it to eat.
The jailers are usually fast enough to prevent anyone from getting completely digested. Usually...
Knasty Kned knows knot why he has such knubby wings, knor why the silent 'K' knthralls him to such a knonsensical degree. If you would be so knice as to knock off the kneedling, Kned will hand you a knuckle-sandwich. Four, in fact...
Burbililibileltch puts on a dazzling bioluminescent light show to hide, oddly enough. Everyone's attention is drawn towards the flashy false eyestalks, far away from the true body.
Ever the opportunist, Burbili will chow down on anyone hypnotized by the spectacle, starting with the feet. Even then victims remain confused and lash out at the fake eyes... assuming they break out of the trance in the first place.
Whoever this foot belongs to, they're so tall that nobody ever manages to see their body, much less their face. Perhaps, since it obviously can eat with its feet, the leg is all there is...