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(the derogative name will not be related to English, so will be filled in later) Characteristics: human-like body, fangs or sharp teeth, multiple possible skin colors, different colored scleras and irises, male or female, multiple hair colors, pointed ears Found on: Lekreanfyr, Fohrtiil, Craoxien, Arshilkrin, Ortenfeil, Slyrpfyrn, Yrfsholgh, Irqulnirn Social habits: mature at about 20 earth years, often couple with a halphblood of the opposite sex, but may interbreed with other species, prefer relative isolation until mature Lifespan: 50-120 earth years, possible more or less with interspecies breeding (for example, if a halphblood were

A small fuzzy creature with large eyes peaked between the curtains. This house smelled of old age and homemade desserts, but there was no time to worry about who owned this abode, it was a prime hiding spot. As Furby stared out the window, he was tapped on the shoulder. The bird-like creature with large ears and no limbs aside from feet jumped, turning around in alarm. “Oh, calm down, you’re all right,” the woman with grey hair and deep-set wrinkles in her skin said. Furby stared at her, unsure whether she told the truth. The old woman coughed and sat down in a chair, continuing to hack. “Are you okay?” Furby ask

The Witch of Space walked along Passing trees and a scarecrow row, Pondering life's meaning. Suddenly, seemingly, grimbark Jade became, Growling and smirking As she was overcome, Controlled by the Condesce. Oh, darling, You should run! You never know when she has turned, The danger always lurks, She might turn on you, Kill you too, Because now she's grimbark. Quickly Jade tore her claws through Scarecrows' straw facades, Dismembering all of them down the row.

It was a Thursday, unlucky Thursday, A cursed number marked the night. A cyborg sat with his head in his hands, Scared at the thought of decay. He knew it wouldn't be long, He was old enough to be in ruins, But until now he'd had a pixie sprite Protecting his body each day. Herein lies the problem: How could he bring her back? Would she even be willing After he'd talked a lot of smack? It was an unlucky day, So now wasn't the time, But tonight, tonight there's a chance he would die!

The witch with all the gadgets and gizmos, You know the one I mean, She's one of a kind, but never so nice, For, well… there's always a sacrifice. On this here witchcraft Wednesday, There was a planned visit from A flying ape who loves Mondays, Which, in all honesty, the technology witch was not looking forward to. This ape on his visits always tampered and touched, Pressing many colorful buttons And generally messing things up. So on this witchcraft Wednesday, our witch at hand now thought This flying ape might make a great Ritualistic sacrifice. She didn't have to think twice. Her quarrels and qualms for this impending visit now fixe

A bright-decked witch in sugary clothes Called for her hunchback to bring something sewn. The hunchback came quickly, worried as always, The candy witch was often busy with surgery. Plants grew about, keeping outsiders out, A swamp monster stayed to protect them too, There was no escape, not that it was needed. When the hunchback came in, The witch turned and grinned, “Come here, my dear.” And then the hunchback knew: Her time was up, Her luck'd run out, The candy witch would kill her. Her heart pounded fast, She knew it wouldn't last, That soon everything'd be gone. The witch rolled her eyes, This was never a surprise, Her simila

Deep in a dank, dark slimy swamp, An anti-social vampire resides. But through the swamp an outlaw rides, Speaking of the foggy bogs through which he romped. A skull floats through to speak to them, A messenger sent by a solar witch. “She wants to transport you, but I'm not a snitch, To turn you into clothes hems.” They were both quite confused, While both the outlaw and vampire kept this unspoken, They were truly unhinged at the notion That a witch sought them in a world she could peruse. But the witch, yes the witch, desired them dead, She wanted their skin, their blood, their life, She wanted it soon, even if it caused strife

It was a dark, dark time When all the demons rose, Bringing with them dragons And witches with long noses. The people came and fought, Defended to the end, But there was a bloodbath– The world was painted red. A wicked witch, she turned the tide Against her human foes, She rode a dragon, Cast her spells, And dismembered those not dead. The demons triumphed until at long last A hero came from the dead, He raised the bodies of them all, And they fought on and on again. A claw plunged through his heart, And the hero died again, Fell down and bled upon the ground, He would not rise again.

The music played and wove along, The witch controlled it with her wand. She hummed along enjoying her song on this fateful Tuesday morn. “Knock, knock!” came a voice from near her door, and darkness fell over the room. “It's us again, darling,” two voices together as the sound enveloped the room. The witch's melody dropped to a whisper, Lost in the silence of her shock. And then into the room came the two headed queen, A nosferatu, though she denied it was the same as the long-hated vampire. The witch bowed low to the ground, careful to not lose control of her sound. “Your Highness, to what do I owe the pleasure?

She tears me to pieces, with her determination. Every time I show up for the day, she drives us all forward. I nearly break and spill it all when she does that, when she encourages us all, picks us up when we're falling, and never stops moving forward. We're so close. Closer than I thought was possible. It's my fault, all my fault, and she couldn't possibly ever forgive me. I don't deserve to have her, I don't deserve to be with her, it's my fault she and her friends are here. I can't tell her, but I have to. I can't live with myself like this, but it's too late to take everything back. Everyone's already stuck here, they can't leave. And it'