King of monsters

Intelligent as a five to seven year old human child. It makes a wonderful partner, but there have been more than a few cases where they've killed their master after learning how to use weapons.

The feathers of this pal have all but disappeared, and it can no longer fly. Yet it's longing for the sky has turned fo jealousy- so it harnessed electricity to strike down those who still soar.

It puts those it is intrested in to sleep and shows them an endless stream of happy dreams. Those who fall under its spell are never to wake until death takes them

Long ago this pal used long objects like tree branches as weapons. After coming into contact with humans however it found something slightly more effective: guns.

Its hard tail does not deteriorate even when cut off. Some believed these severed tails bring good luck, but for the innumerable mau who were poached as a result, they were anything but.

It wraps itself around an enemy's head, sucking out their insides. Pal mummies are occasionally found, but these are in fact killamari victims.

If sinks its fangs into the enemy's neck, draining every last drop of blood. When two kallamri primos latch onto each other, they become locked in a relentless struggle-each trying to suck the other dry until one withers away.

The berries that grow on its back change flavor according to its emotions. The harsher the environment it grows in, the sweeter the berries become. This is why most caprity noct raised in captivity have never known love.

Its gigantic arms rip apart even iron. As a particularly cruel form of execution, serious criminals would be strung up in a public square, and a hangyu would tear the skin right from their bones.

A pal that can easily take flight even while grasping a human. Its is however, prone to letting go when tired, which has led to the sudden demise of more than a few souls.

Long ago it freely soared the skies. After losing a contest with galeclaw, it abandoned the skies, and now lives a secretive life in the dark of night.

If posseses a demeanor as pure as its appearance suggests. Perhaps because of this, it harbors no ill will in any of its actions and is indifferent even after killing someone.

Attacking from the shadows, this pal traps its prey within its cloak-like wings. Its probably best not to know what happens within them, or why the insides of its wings are stained red.

It calls forth lightning from the depths of hell, those who dies from helzhephy's lightning are sure to have their soul sent to the underworld.

In the dark of night, this pal snatches prey to bring back to its territory. What happens to those poor souls afterwards isn't too hard to imagine.

It specific targets baby pals, taking them back to its domain. One can only imagine the profound despair of a parent whose child has been taken away.

Often kind to lonely pals. However, the moment the a pal mistakes this for actual friendship, it seizes the opportunity to blast them with a thunderbolt.

Contrary to its blasĕ appearance, its quite ferocious. It perceives everything in its sight as prey and will stop at nothing to devour it.

Being made of pure energy, its insides are completely hollow. This pal crams still-living prey into its hollow body, where its absorbs them. Hellish screams of pain can often be heard coming from inside this pal.

Being made of pure energy, its insides are completely hollow. It stuffs earth and minerals into its outer shell, achieving overwhelming mass. Those who are struck by it can only let out hellish groans.

When too relaxed, its reaction time drastically declines. Even if it were sliced from head to tail, it probably wouldn't even realize that it should be dead until the next morning.

It relishes the peculiar scent living things give off when they are near death. If a maraith has taken a liking to you its safe to assume that is why.

Sleeping with cuddling a quivern is said to be heavenly experience, but there are some who have been crushed and sent to heaven by ones that toss and turn in their sleep.

Strongly dislikes anyone catching a glimpse of its concealed eye. If you insist on trying, it'll burst into tears and ignore you for two weeks.

What it carries is its own soul. When it falls for someone, it forcefully extracts their soul and merges it with its own, yearning to become one.

It has an uncontrollable urge to tear its prey apart. Each individual has their own meticulous order for dismemberment. If caught by splatterina, prey that your head is taken first.

With a friendly smile and a hardy physique, it is docile towards one it recognizes as a partner. For some reason unexplained, its personality undergoes a drastic change while wielding a minigun.

Intelligent as a five to seven year old human child. It makes a wonderful partner, but there have been more than a few cases where they've killed their master after learning how to use weapons.

The feathers of this pal have all but disappeared, and it can no longer fly. Yet it's longing for the sky has turned fo jealousy- so it harnessed electricity to strike down those who still soar.

It puts those it is intrested in to sleep and shows them an endless stream of happy dreams. Those who fall under its spell are never to wake until death takes them

Long ago this pal used long objects like tree branches as weapons. After coming into contact with humans however it found something slightly more effective: guns.

Its hard tail does not deteriorate even when cut off. Some believed these severed tails bring good luck, but for the innumerable mau who were poached as a result, they were anything but.

It wraps itself around an enemy's head, sucking out their insides. Pal mummies are occasionally found, but these are in fact killamari victims.

If sinks its fangs into the enemy's neck, draining every last drop of blood. When two kallamri primos latch onto each other, they become locked in a relentless struggle-each trying to suck the other dry until one withers away.

The berries that grow on its back change flavor according to its emotions. The harsher the environment it grows in, the sweeter the berries become. This is why most caprity noct raised in captivity have never known love.

Its gigantic arms rip apart even iron. As a particularly cruel form of execution, serious criminals would be strung up in a public square, and a hangyu would tear the skin right from their bones.

A pal that can easily take flight even while grasping a human. Its is however, prone to letting go when tired, which has led to the sudden demise of more than a few souls.

Long ago it freely soared the skies. After losing a contest with galeclaw, it abandoned the skies, and now lives a secretive life in the dark of night.

If posseses a demeanor as pure as its appearance suggests. Perhaps because of this, it harbors no ill will in any of its actions and is indifferent even after killing someone.

Attacking from the shadows, this pal traps its prey within its cloak-like wings. Its probably best not to know what happens within them, or why the insides of its wings are stained red.

It calls forth lightning from the depths of hell, those who dies from helzhephy's lightning are sure to have their soul sent to the underworld.

In the dark of night, this pal snatches prey to bring back to its territory. What happens to those poor souls afterwards isn't too hard to imagine.

It specific targets baby pals, taking them back to its domain. One can only imagine the profound despair of a parent whose child has been taken away.

Often kind to lonely pals. However, the moment the a pal mistakes this for actual friendship, it seizes the opportunity to blast them with a thunderbolt.

Contrary to its blasĕ appearance, its quite ferocious. It perceives everything in its sight as prey and will stop at nothing to devour it.

Was scrolling through my gallery and found this

Anyway Annabelle can be a bit dense at times.

Ctrl+C Comic, for context I wonder how many rewatches it'll take her to realize her name is a reference also

(Unfortunately i dont know the cartoonist to give proper credit :( The screenshot is way old)

she is 100% going to have to teach him how machines work, so she can having things that make sense to work on.

I had a little sketch of something similar in the epilogue doodles. He’s a quick learner that one

Sam