Day Twenty Three: Giant Ground Birds
Initially I was going for a created creature, but after the first couple of lines it wanted to go in this direction. Got as far as the lines for the heads and bodies before checking my book on modern (as in last several thousand years) extinct species and looking for a species that was close to the head and beak type that was already drawn out. None matched, though the Sylviornis was close it was still too long in the face, so I ended up with a created creature anyways. :/
Might keep them for later use somewhere in one of my original verses but I haven't touched any of those in far too long.
I've had these guys for a couple of years now, though they've only made it to the page a few times. Because they love messing with me.
See, they came about in part because I wanted to see more Coneheads, and partly because I was playing around with concepts in Transformers religion. I figured that, like Earth and our singular gods, there might be different interpretations of Primus and Unicron. Good and Evil. Creator and Distroyer. Order and Chaos. These are all very different things and we hear all of them applied to the two central deities.
And through whatever odd means and mental explorations, I ended up with Unicron the Chaos Bringer followers, with the definition that Chaos isn't evil in and of itself. But that change and the unexpected keep life from stagnating and give it that spark that makes life worth living.
So back to my characters, they take Chaos to the extreme. They'll introduce themselves by various names, they'll change their mode of operation from so subtle results will take months to big and flashy and "holy Primus I can see the smoke from here", and even their standard emotional states they'll change just to keep people guessing. With their unpredictability, they've never risen very high within the ranks, though they probably hold the record for highest number of promotions and demotions of anybody.
But they're not completely unpredictable, each one does have their preferences and temperaments that they can't completely bury. Hush is more into psychological warfare, Pitfall is into traps and the like, and Heatstroke loves fire. That last one is the one in the middle and grinning his fool face off. Originally posted at my dreamwidth account.