Calorean Bestiary #5 – Nightslade Hares

Nightslade hares come out at night and feast on the nyam nyam root.  They are several times bigger than normal Calorean hares, have pointed fangs, red eyes and a bad attitude towards intruders.

Through almost closed eyelids he saw a rapid movement in the grass ahead and the biggest hare he had ever seen lurched suddenly through the grass.

“Are they all that big?” exclaimed Beau.

“Mostly,” said Arnold, “although the adults are bigger.”

Red eyes

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Calorean Bestiary #3

Man Eating Ray

She took off her boots and stockings. Holding her dress high she waded in. The water was crystal clear. Silver finned fish snaked through bunches of red sea weed and a family of shepherd lobsters marched across the shingle. She watched in fascination as the largest one used its claws to round up a passing gaggle of sea snails.

“Look at this Arnold,” she laughed pointing to the lobsters.

“Most amusing,” he said, looking down the beach.

“What’s that?” he asked pointing to the shore.

“I can’t see anything, “replied Skyle continuing to watch the lobsters at work.

“Look, the beach is moving,” cried Arnold jabbing his finger towards the shore line.

“Well I can’t see……..”

Then suddenly she could see. Almost the entire expanse of the beach trembled momentarily.

“I think we should leave,” she whispered.

Without further warning, the beach shook itself spraying grey sand into the air and hurtled towards the water.

Skyle’s scream pierced the air.

“Run,” she cried tearing across the gravelled floor of the cavern, ripping the soles of her feet as she scrambled up the track.

Arnold joined her at the top of the path and they looked towards the pool. Half in and half out of the water lurked a flat, black, pulsating piscine creature the size of Skyle’s village. Two narrow eyes stared from a spiny head, its long pointed fangs visible even from a distance.

“It’s a man eating ray,” breathed Skyle.Man Eating Ray

Calorean Bestiary #2

Wragliths

Hailing from the town of Spittlocke, Wragliths are practical jokers with no appreciation of boundaries.  Beer is brewed with giggle juice and Dormouse surprise, a staple on the menu at Donovyn’s Inn.  Don’t be tempted to try the confused honey cakes and never shake hands with a Wraglith.

“Good evening,” said Donovyn shaking Beau’s hand.  “Brrr,” said Beau as an icy pain shot up his arm.  He glanced down to see an ice sleeve cover his arm from fingertip to shoulder.  A few seconds later it broke in half and sleeve shaped ice forms smashed to the ground.  Donovyn chuckled.  “The old ice trick,” he said proudly.  “It never fails.”

Wragliths

Science lesson at the Rat’s academy…

“The Professor emitted a series of squeaks and six paws shot into the air, each little rat trying to reach the highest. Professor Rodoric tapped a small grey eared rat on the shoulder. He clapped his little paws together and rolled up a sleeve, whiskers trembling with excitement.

The grey eared rat plunged his paw into the liquid then removed it from the mixture shaking droplets back into the bowl. His paw had vanished.”

Calorean Concepts #1

Seebling babies do not have unity symbols on their palms, but as they grow to adulthood symbols emerge. The colour of the symbol determines the tribe from which their life partner will come and the shape of the symbol will be identical to that of their future partner. When they discover a Seebling with an identical symbol, they will eventually unite.

 

“Skyle uncurled her hand. The green fern was well established and sat clearly in the centre of her palm”

Green fern

 

The Hares of Calorean

In the magical world of Calorean, hare racing is the favoured sport. The Calorean hare hurdles run annually with Gold Chalice day the highlight of the racing year.

Beau Garnie is a skilled rider and competes regularly. But he is a member of the Argan tribe where hares are housed in communal stables, given numbers rather than names & animal ownership is strictly forbidden. Beau longs to own his own hare…..

 

“…my favourite hare is called 7,” said Beau glumly. “But she isn’t mine, more’s the pity.”

 

Running hares