FASA 365 Day 236, Caelum Vacca, (Sky Cow) 6-8ft. Herbivore.
More so kin to the bat and bird. but the weight, size, and demeanor have marked it as heifer.
Artists note: I wonder, if you feed it, leash it, and fly it over fields… wouldn’t that make fertilizing a simpler chore?
Proper head and rain gear would be required.
FASA 365 Day 235 Glechoma Hederacea (Creeping Ivy) a Ground Elder or Spirit of Weeds.
One day the Forest Spirits had a meeting. All of the usual attendees were there. Tree Spirits, Flower Spirits, Wild life and bug spirits, even the Creek and Lake Spirits were there.
Surveying the invited, the Oak Spirit, raised its limbs and brought the meeting to order. Just as the Oak was about to speak.
“Excuse me!” a voice came from just beyond the hedges.
“I know you didn’t want me here, after all, who wants weeds in their garden. But as usual, I failed to get my invitation to your little get together.” The Ground elder continued.
“But you know, I am a part of this forest too?” The last part had the tone of a question; but was definitely a statement.
“I have just as much claim and right to be part of this meeting as any of you.” The angry looking weed spirit sank into the ground around the hedges, and then reappearing, gathering themself taller and higher, overtaking center stage.
“Look out.” the Sunflower Spirit whispered to the Elm.
“They’re in a mood to rant.” returned the Elm.
The Ivy turned and glared. “I have roots, in the forests, same as you Elm! And I can overtake anyone of you, if I please.” Pausing for dramatic effect, she surveyed the invited.
“You think just because you’re pretty… I have flowers and blooms too ya’ know…” pausing again, grasping for words, tendrils reaching out and grasping at the other spirits. Clinging. Entwining.
“That’ll be enough of that, Hederacea.” said the Oak. Using Ivy’s proper name to get their attention and convey the seriousness of the Oak’s meaning.
“Fine.” Ivy relented. Releasing the Spirits from the choking grasp, and taking a prominent place in the center of everything.
“If I may continue?” throwing a stern glance at Ivy.
Waving it off, Ivy nodded.
Artists note: Ok y’all, what happens next?
FASA 365 Day 234, Maledictus Gryllidae Scorpius, (Cursed Cricket Scorpion) 2-3ft Omnivore.
Swarming over livestock, and fields, and humans; no matter they eat it all. And if not eaten immediately, they harvest what they catch; dragging it back to the nest and sealing it in wax cocoons to preserve and eat later.
Fortunately, they only wake from their lairs once every seven years. But when they do; smart folks leave and come back later.
Artists note: Can you tell how much I hate push-ups?
FASA 365 Day 233, Draco Vetus Inexhausta, (Ancient Undying Dragon), 150ft.
Withered, decrepit, and unable to die.
Not unwilling.
Unable.
He was a terrible evil destructive dragon. Laying waste to king and kingdoms.
For a lark.
On a whim.
Until he was faced by a very old and sickly looking wizard.
The Dragon laughed at the weak and tired foe who stood before him.
“Dragon” called out to the old magician. “Dragon, you’ve killed everything and everyone I ever held dear. I am old, and tired. My Magic fades. But before I die, I vowed to face you.”
The dragon looked down his nose at the old man.
“I stand ready you pathetic creature, CAST YOUR MAGIC!” bellowing his words, point blank into the face of the wizard.
The wizard coughed a bit. Gathered his strength and cast but one spell. His last spell.
His magic spent, he collapsed.
“Is that it? chuckled the dragon. “An interesting light show wizard, but I am unharmed. NOTHING will ever stop me.”
“Indeed” replied the wizard. Coughing and chuckling to himself.
“I fail to see the humor.” said the dragon. “Enlighten me if you will before I crush you beneath my tail.”
“I cursed you with immortality” replied the wizard. The life spark fading in his eyes.
Bursting into laughter, “Your curse means nothing, Dragons already live beyond your comprehension of time. One might boast FOREVER, Old fool wizard”
Drawing his final breath, the wizard spoke one last time. “Forever is a very long time dragon. You will see.”
The wizard passed.
Time passed.
The dragon faced many a foe. Knights, Barbarians, Angry mobs with Pitchforks.
Everything died.
Not the dragon.
Millenia passed.
Finally, the dragon, weak and frail, crawled away into a deep dark cave. Hoping time and the fates would take pity and let him die.
Still he endured. Not even hunger would claim him.
And then a wandering soul walked into the lair of the dragon.
With a tired and quiet voice the dragon pleaded. “Please, traveler, kill me, I will not resist.” Rolling over and showing the traveler where to strike the killing blow.
“I will not” said the traveler. “For I am the reincarnation of the wizard you faced long ago.
“I am here to check in on you. And I will return as the centuries pass; or rather, the future versions of myself will come and see that you remain.”
“And each of us will, in turn, ask you but one question dragon. Who would be the old fool now?”
“You, the first dragon, and cursed to be the last. Forever”
FASA 365 Day 232, Turcia Ibis Anatis, (Turkey Duck Owl… Turduckll) 2-3 ft.
‘Bout as sharp as a bag o’ hammers. Or as the English like to say… “Thick as two short planks”
You’d think that with eyes that big they could see trouble comin’.
Nope.
Artists Note: This is what happens when you hitch a ride on the evolutionary train… and get thrown off while the trains still movin’.
Or in this case before you evolve into whatever it is you were gonna be.