Each Saturday at 10 AM Central Time I'll post one of Jen's drawings of some kind of whacked-out creature, and ask my readers: "What the heck IS that?"I hope my readers will approach the challenge in the spirit of "Yes, and ..." - building on previous responses so everyone's ideas can be used in the final writeup. Comments are now closed on last week's entry, and I hope to have the final writeup posted tonight. Comments will be accepted on this week's entry until I post next week's entry.
So... What the heck is that? What should it do? Why does it have such tiny feet?
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That is a Saber-Tooth Lycotaur, a creature of very confused heritage.
... a Were Saber-Tooth Lycotaur, the result of a minotaur being bitten by a lycanthropic sabre-toothed tiger. Or vice versa.
They're very mischeivious, and like to wear designer loincloths, fling invisible logs at their adversaries, and generally confuse their foes by wearing bright, pink colored stiletto heels.
When they immobilize their foes with sheer confusion/revulsion at the Were Saber-Tooth Lycotaur's otherworldly actions, the lycotaurs lick them. These people then suffer from the lycanthropy disease, and become playful, mischeivious buddies, preying on other unfortunate souls.
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