#gemskin

Gemskin (Gem's kin - Gem skin)

Plural: Gemskin

Gemskin are muscular beasts made of molten lava and the screams of the damned. When injured, they put gems over the wound and coarse fur sprouts. They often decorate themselves too and don't have last names. As a defense mechanism, Gemskin get on all fours and create a massive explosion of fire and lava. They can do this up to 10 times a minute without a natural lava source. Near their molten homes they have no limit- thus one of the least biologically understood species of the Cataclysm.

Even though they were one of the last monsters sent to earth, they came from a nearby star that exploded that started the beginning of the Cataclysm. Gemskin live on earth on a piece of their star that landed in the ocean. It's called Rarestone because of the magnetic properties and mass of the chunk of star collects every precious treasure on it's surface and sides, keeping itself warm and melting the closest hundred layers of treasure and staying hot under all the pressure. The new Gemskin are formed inside the remains of their Sun and claw their way onto the surface, coming out with their molten interiors already hidden by rock and jewel.

When they were on their star home, which caged hell and set thousands of beasts to destroy the earth (slightly inspired from the Book of Revelation), they would kill the weakest creature in their pack (they hunted fire giants in packs to eat) and take their bones to patch up wounds. Sometimes they would even kill their own children for bones since they believed that only the strongest survived. Once they got sent to earth by the Cataclysm, they took an artistic twist and sealed their wounds with gems and treasures, eventually backfiring and weakening their packs slowly.

They have Mother. The Island with singing sand. Trees with purple bark and blue moss that filters the air to feed her. Branches hanging down like nature itself was in mourning. White vines with white pearl-shaped beads of acid that unmade the earth, separating the minerals and retracting in a fraction of a second when any non-Gemskin sticks to it to devour it alive. Red grass permanently stained with blood, whispering just too soft to hear. Molten lava running through her veins, as her spit, her blood, her tears, covering her obsidian black eyes with glowing orange beauty.

Gemskin mate by grinding. Two or more of them get together and tangle their limbs with the single one they choose as an incubator, which is usually the largest one of that group. They rub their faces and bodies, creating friction and heat, which creates clumps of heat and slag that grows inside a body like an invited cancer until the holder chooses to bring it into the world by ripping it out of it's chest. This action forms a pocket of sorts, hidden in hot flesh and long, coarse, stringy fur that acts like a kangaroo's pouch for the Gemskin pups.