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Enyo

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Male Enyo specimen in sprawled stance
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Female Enyo specimen, aggressively rising

An Enyo, named for the Greek goddess of fury, stands just taller than a man, though with far more girth and length. In many senses, their armoured forms can be described as living tanks. Coiling tendrils, piercing hooks and armoured shells are among their distinguishing features. Yet frequently mentioned by those within the Nexus are the contemptuous necessities of their form- the way in which they feed and the manner by which they reproduce. Regardless of any labels, it is undeniable that the Enyo are an intelligent race capable of forming complex technological societies. Native to the searing world of Anaplekte, they are forced into constant migration to escape the scorching death that is daylight on their planet.

Biochemistry:

To withstand the harsh temperatures of Anaplekte, the biochemical makeup of the Enyo is substantially different to that of most organic life. Their proteins would be far too unreactive to function at Earth-like temperatures. But in the scorching heat of their homeworld, anything less would denature. Enyo respirate with oxygen, and use water as their solvent. They are adapted to contain vast amounts of salt, to reduce the rate at which their hydration evaporates.

External Anatomy:

The Enyo body can be roughly divided into a lower and upper section. The lower sections contains the legs, muscular limbs used for locomotion. Four of these legs end in hardened hoof-like feet. In females, the fifth leg is a sharpened pike attached to a muscular limb. This is capable of rapidly stamping into the ground for skewering burrowed prey and cracking open the shells of various less motile organisms that make the Anaplekte their home. In makes, the fifth leg is significantly different, instead serving as a prehensile reproductive organ, ending in a barbed dart. Males have larger hooves and a more sprawled leg position to compensate for their lack of a proper fifth foot, though they can use their dart to assist in stability if needed.

The rear side of an Enyo’s upper body is protected by an armoured shell. While this greatly reduces their mobility and dexterity, it provides a substantial defensive advantage against attacks from the rear, and defends their critical organs. This can be further divided into three major plates, each of which has a blue orb in its centres- a primitive optical organ that provides vision from behind. Each plate ends with the beginning of an armoured limb. All three of these limbs contain crystalline optical sensors reminiscent of those found in scallops, and each also has several seats used to detect mechanical vibrations, providing their equivalent of hearing. Each plate has an armoured ridge at the sections that connect, producing a form of opening towards the anterior end of the creature.

Due to their anatomy, Enyos lack any kind of distinct head. Their mouth is positioned in the centre of their front-facing “face”, with two limbs directly beside it to assist in feeding. Above this, five chemoreceptors reminiscent of noses are located, also used for respiration. Females possess their reproductive orifice further above. Emerging from the shell are a pair of muscular limbs, ending in calcified structures. In females, these have an unusual ringed shape, terminating in simple hooks. In males, the ring is absent, and the entire structure is a piercing hook. These limbs are used to grip prey and for mating rituals, and are tipped with paralytic poison. Beneath the mouth are six additional limbs, wiry tendrils used to coil around prey and which serve as the primary gripping limbs of an Enyo.

Diet:

When it comes to their diet, Enyos are an oddity. Their mouths contain rows of teeth, which are angled horizontally against each other. These are, however, rarely used for tearing. Instead, they serve as protection for an Enyo’s barbed tongue. This nearly prehensile organ is designed to puncture flesh, and drain the internal fluids of prey. Rather than fully consuming prey, Enyo instead rely upon their innards and blood. Enyo are also capable of draining their own kind in a form of cannibalistic feeding.

The digestive tract of an Enyo begins with the throat and ends with an expulsive orifice at an opening between the legs. Their two-chambered stomach is designed to process drained fluids, dissolving them into more basic components. No matter their efficiency, the nutrition gained from this is still small compared to what can be obtained from direct feeding. As such, Enyos are gluttonous in their appetite, and can bloat substantially if constantly fed. This is followed by a spiralling intestinal tract, which absorbs the nutrients. A large portion of their immune system is dedicated to combating the various plagues and parasites that result from consuming such fluids. One effect of relying upon this manner of consumption is that there is minimal solid waste to dispose of.

Internal Anatomy:

The internal organs of an Enyo are concentrated within the upper mass. The internal skeleton of an Enyo is comprised of rigid bone-like structures- comprised of similar tissue to their calcareous shells, in fact- rendering it resilient but inflexible. The species has considerable muscularity, necessary to haul their considerable weight across the ground. The greatest of these muscles is their heart, which pumps their own blood. Due to its pigmentation, this appears a murky brown when deoxygenated and a dull orange orange when oxygenated. Like humans, Enyos possess a closed circulatory system with arterial and venous components. Enyos have three lungs, which surround the heart and serve as respiratory organs.

The functions of kidney and liver are combined into a single organ known as a filtration gland, of which three exits. They are additionally two spleen-like organs which serve as hubs for immunological activity. The brain of an Enyo is located behind the heart, and resembles a hemisphere in shape, with a flattened end towards the anterior side and a round end towards the rear, with a rough equivalent to a spinal cord running downward to provide signals to the legs. Four other major cords run down to the tendril clusters and up to the piercing arms respectively.

Reproduction and Life Cycle:

Males and females of the Enyo species engage in a typically non-fatal form of violent reproductive competition. In non-consensual mating, males use their hooks to force aside the female’s antlers, exploiting the round shape of the organs. They then attempt to force their barb into the female reproductive orifice, while the female struggles with all available limbs, often attempting to drain blood. If the male is successful, the dart will either break off inside of the orifice, or release its gamete contents without injury. This will also render the female temporarily docile. Otherwise, the male is either wounded and driven off, or drained until they can no longer continue. In consensual mating, the female does not resist, and the male is able to freely release their gametes without opposition.

Males will also compete against other males, either to prove dominance or to persuade a female to mate consensually. These struggles typically involve the use of their hooks to prove strength. As a result of their competitive mating process, males experience stimulation and aggression when lustful, whereas females experience a form of pleasant confusion and relaxation when aroused. Generally, large horns are attractive, as are substantially sized darts, thick shells, and bloated bodies.

Once fertilised, females begin to produce eggs inside of an internal organ located at the base of the tongue muscle. After a period of time, these eggs are ready to hatch. The female finds a compatible victim and feeds upon them, then used their tongue as an entry point for force the eggs into organism. These eggs then hatch into parasitic larvae and attempt to devour the victim from within. Those that survive the process metamorphose into children. In modern times, a relationship between mother and child can exist, as the victim of the process is generally a domesticated animal. Naturally, however, there is little relationship between parent and spawn.

Psychology:

Enyos have a natural compulsion to dominate their peers. To do otherwise is to invite weakness, to risk the end of a genetic lineage. Both males and females are more aggressive than the average species. They extend this mindset to their world as well. They consider themselves the highest form of life, uniquely suited towards mastery of life and death. The vast majority of them are addicted to the grim catharsis of slaughter and the sadistic euphoria of draining a helpless victim. Any functional Enyo societies provide some form of outlet for these emotions, giving them a focus for their violent and vindictive whims.

But more pressing than any other concern is a need to be forever on the move. For on Anaplekte, the coming of dawn makes a pressing change, the passing of the water’s boiling point. And on a world that completes a rotation once every four Earth years, there is ample time for this scorching warmth to roast alive any caught for long in the sun’s blazing beams. The idea of a permanent settlement for any Enyo beyond the polar coasts is ludicrous- yet in the most complex of their civilisations, the idea is not entirely unthinkable. It is, however, akin to escaping an apocalypse. The night, in contrast, is chilling to an Enyo, albeit survivable is caution is taken. Nonetheless, the species is nominally crepuscular.

The nature of Enyo reproduction and diet has driven a form of nightmarish agriculture, in which animals have been bred for the purpose of being constantly drained to keep their masters sanguinated, only to be finished off by larvae devouring them from within. The essential nature of blood to the Enyo only contributes to their belief that they are supreme, that all other life provides for them by the natural order. Yet it is undeniable that, as macabre as it may appear, Enyo culture does exist, as do various societies of their kind.

In terms of emotion, Enyo can appear fickle.Often they are found in self-assured arrogance, but when their supremacy is threatened they can lash out in bursts of controlled violence. They are naturally inclined towards sadism, taking pleasure in the art of draining a victim without leaving it dead. In reality, they have considerable control over their actions even when overwhelmed with emotion, making split-second choices based upon logical reasoning- albeit a reasoning twisted by their psyche. They become docile when miserable, confident when happy, and violent when spited. The one emotion they struggle to experience most is fear- to them it manifests as profound hesitation, not chilling dread, and this fact only further compounds their typically considerable pride.

Compared to many, Enyos are more practical than abstract. Their imaginations are limited, but present. They struggle to process the idea of abstract ideas at all, anchoring each concept and through to an existing sensation or memory. They justify everything, yet their justifications are often flimsy. They do not care. Better to have a false justification to them, than to have none at all. This mentality has long limited their development, as has their body plan, which renders many basic tasks a difficulty. Even basic tools can be a struggle for them. However, the Enyos excel at intuition, at maintaining their thoughts even under stress, and their learned reflex is exceptional. They are often able to perform complex tasks on mental autopilot as a result of this psychology- the benefit they receive at the cost of critical thinking and abstract philosophy.

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Anaplekte and its moon Stygere
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Wildlife of Anaplekte

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Excerpt from the Nexus Traveller’s Field Guide to Alien Hellholes

Anaplekte. A bitter world lashing out at its inhabitants, and whose inhabitants lash out in turn at everyone else. Primitive as they are, the Enyos have proven since their arrival in the Nexus that not every contemptible alien psychology can hide behind excuses like decentralised nervous systems or rotting to death in a matter of months- sometimes, entire species just relish in the suffering of others. But naturally, since the universe out there is the gift that keeps on giving, the Enyos are only a single sample of a vast catalogue of Anaplektian wildlife, all of which is equally disgusting in its unique way. Naturally, being living organisms that prefer the searing temperatures of an acid sauna to burning alive in the sunlight or freezing to death in the cold, anything that isn’t a sessile mountain of shell or burrowed under the sand tends to move along with the day and night if it’s not native to the polar regions. And also naturally, sharing the planet with the vampiric apex predators of this alien hellhole, there’s a good chance anything that moves gets eaten or exploited in some way by the Enyos anyway, because the cycle of life is an agonising tango conceived by some cruel invisible god.

Since Anaplekte has managed to garner itself a diverse range of living things despite no sane lifeform wanting to actually live there, what follows isn’t a comprehensive list, just a highlight reel of some the most likely organisms around to actually get a chance to kill you- though frankly, if you go to Anaplekte at all, you probably have a death wish to begin with.

Oneiroi
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Typical Oneiroi specimen

The vermin of Anaplekte. Compared to everything else on this list, they don’t seem to have much going for them. Like most Anaplektian life, they’ve had the bright idea to develop a good sense of smell- but these little critters have taken it to the next level, with olfactory sense so powerful they barely need to see at all. But that’s not enough. They’re also incredibly sensitive to tremors and ground vibrations. And what do they use these powers of perception for? Corpse hunting, of course. The blighters are the planet’s premier scavengers, picking apart the carcasses left behind by everyone else. Their teeth are designed for cracking shell and bone, and their digestive system is overcomplicated as all hell to extract every ounce of nutrients they can from whatever leftovers they gobble up.

But disgusting as their oversized smell-tentacles are, they hardly seem much worth worrying about, right? They’re just slow and weak scavengers that clean up after everyone else, right? Wrong. It’s true they’re not much to look at on their own- but the things are so populous that they’re rarely on their own for long. And when they start climbing together and hunting in swarms, that’s when things get really ugly. Because the more of the creatures show up, the more and more ambitious they start to get- until eventually they decide to forget about scavenging the dead and start scavenging the living instead. Imagine a horde of locusts. Now imagine those locusts are all about a third the size of a man. It’s nasty. Sure, one or two of the things won’t do much damage to the armoured behemoths that evolved to specialise in actual survival instead of breeding like rabbits- but a dozen? A hundred? That much can claw and bite and burrow their way through anything, and it’s not like there’s any way to hide from them when they can pick up the scent of an Enyo’s burp expulsions from five kilometres away.

When the waybands of Anaplekte speak of the Dark Host, they’re not referring to any kind of evil god or legend. They’re talking about the endless swarm of Oneiroi that come at the edge of the life-giving twilight, devouring almost anything that happens upon their way. It’s not the cold that’ll kill you if you’re left behind. It’s a thousand puncture wounds from these little pests. And pests they are- because they’re not satisfied with embodying endless hunger, oh no, they’ve decided to become the couriers of pestilence as well. Not only are they usually rife with disease from being in constant contact with each other when they swarm, but they’re able to smell and burrow their way into just about any hidden cache or shelter, and they’ll certainly find a way to break into what can charitably be described as farmland. About the only use the Enyos get out of them is the sedentary city-states unleashing hordes of the things on each other in hopes of reversing the agricultural revolution.

Phonoi
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Typical Phonoi specimen

Ah, the Phonoi. Another species that doesn’t seem like much at first glance. They’re built like an armoured globe with legs, and they’ll sure as hell take a few scratches to break through if they don’t topple over first. They’re not fast, they’re not nimble, and they’re not even that thickly shelled. So what’s the catch with this lot, then? Well, they’ve decided that instead of relying on such luxuries as sophisticated armoured plating or deadly tusks or terrifying bite force, they’d just focus on becoming about the most poisonous moving thing on the entire surface of the planet. Every inch of their skin has some foul-tasting pustule lodged in it from eating something else horrendously poisonous, but that’s not the problem, not in full. You’ll smell the things before you see or hear them thanks to the noxious aroma they emit, a delightful combination of rotting cheese and gunpowder clinging to the nostrils.

But even that isn’t the real issue. See, Phonoi know full well they’ve gotten the short end of the evolutionary stick- and their solution is as infuriating as it is spiteful. The moment any of the other nightmarish terrors of their world makes an appearance, they open the expulsion tubes on their back and release a noxious mist. Not only is the smell utterly awful and visibility turned to practically nothing in the span of a second, but there’s an invisible surprise waiting in the god. It’s not just that they’re spraying toxic gas just at you, oh no. They’ve gone and thrown their spores into it as well.

That’s right, just like the Enyos, these fellows have parasitic flesh-devouring larvae. But instead of having the common decency to impale you with a barbed tongue, they just spray the youth straight into the lungs of anything that happens to be nearby and like breathing. Barely any of the things survive in the long run, but then neither do most complex organisms that don’t have lungs anymore because they got eaten alive from within. And of course, while their predators are busy dealing with this face-full of lingering microscopic death, the Phonoi itself is long gone, scurrying off into the mist. The end result is that hardly anything on the planet bothers getting too close to them, though a few have given it the old college try. One of those species being the Enyos, who being the Enyos, thought those mist-expelling spore-spilling tubes would make for a great musical instrument. Because of course they would, they’d probably try to make human intestines into some kind of trumpet if they could get away with it.

Hybris
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Typical Hybris specimen

Compared to what we’ve seen so far, the Hybris is a simple creature. It’s not concerned with swarming into masses of deathly plague or belching its future children into your respiratory tract. No, the Hybris has evolved a much simpler way of life- namely, it lives to lunge at you and bite your face off. They’re about two-thirds the height of a human being, and weigh enough to knock down just about anything they try to hunt down if they can catch up. For Anaplektian life, they’re fast too. Not only are their hooves designed for intense sprints, but their back leg is built like a spring to make them leap.

And remember when we said that they’re not interested in swarming? Well, that’s a lie. Truth is, these things are pack hunters. They’ll coordinate in their attacks, homing in on the weakest targets, surrounding and flanking their victims. This lets them attack animals way bigger than they ought to and get away with it- and good thing for them too. Hybris need a lot of energy to keep their lifestyle going. They’re one of the largest species that actually hunts down mobile prey and they sprint faster than just about anything they can come up against, and so they run out of stamina real quick if they don’t find good game. One of the benefits of cooperative hunting is that they’re pretty good about dividing up their kills and keeping the whole pack fed, but still they sometimes struggle.

So because they’re so fast, and because they’re a lot smarter than they seem to be, they’ve settled upon screwing over all the other life on the planet in yet another way- by waiting ahead at the very front of the twilight zone and running back towards the other end, raking in kills as they run into all the other animals trying to avoid being brutally slaughtered by the day or by the night. Hybris skulls are thickly built, designed for ramming into prey and slamming it into the dirt before they sink their shearing teeth into its carapace. They have to rely on their hooves to crush thick shells, but enough of them can usually get the job done with anything worth hunting down. And because of their raw speed, they’ve naturally been picked up to serve the almighty Sanguisuge somewhere along the way- namely, packs of them are sometimes trained as war animals or hunting helpers. The really unlucky ones are drafted into pulling chariots with another three of their kind, where they get to spend the rest of their lives carting around their newfound masters on every whim.

Machai
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Typical Machai specimen

Anaplekte doesn’t have many herbivores, per se. Most of the sessile organisms on the surface aren’t flora at all, but hard-shelled animals with sophisticated thermal regulation systems. Naturally, trying to break through their armoured shells is a right pain for most animals, or those species would be long extinct by now. But one species has taken up the mantle of the ultimate shield-breaker, and that species is the Machai. The first thing you’ll notice about these abominations of nature is just how tall they are. They’re one of the tallest animals on Anaplekte, and they get some good use out of it with heightened visual acuity. Olfactory tendrils sprawl out from every leg, also highly touch-sensitive, probing their surroundings for any hidden burrows or nearby threats.

But of course, that’s not the dangerous part. The dangerous part is the pair of tentacle-mounted bone tusks that reach down from their upper mass. They’re designed to batter and break anything that gets in the way, and though they won’t pierce much in the slightest, they can and will clobber so hard they can shatter a smaller being’s insides with a single sudden strike. It’s not just attackers they’ll do this to either- competitive and semi-social as they are, they’ll lock tusks in all manner of dominance displays, like fighting Enyos if they traded being blood-suckers for being twice as tall.

And then there’s the weapon you’ve all been waiting for. Because not even those immense tusks are going to break through the armour of their prey. No, that job falls upon their mouth-mounted drill tooth. That long lance is the kind of thing primitive Enyo polearms were made of, and it’s designed for one purpose- breaking through any defence that gets between its owner and a good dusk’s meal. The Machai will judder weapon up and down in sudden, rhythmic motions, like a living jackhammer. It might take a few minutes, but no armour on Anaplekte is going to stand up so a force like that. And so of course, the things are also used as war animals, driving to clash and trample and maul anything that gets in the way- though even the hyper-carnivorous appetite of a Hybris is easier to control than these creatures once they’re sent into the fray.

Stygoi
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Typical Stygoi specimen

The biggest terrestrial organism on Anaplekte capable of moving under its weight any faster than the daylight. Stygoi mark their territory with pungent pheromones, and almost everybody heeds the warnings. Their generalist diet lets them subsist off of all manner of prey, from the hard-shells to carcasses to any animal dumb enough to get with the sight radius of a Stygoi herd. They’re slow and ponderous in the same way that an Enyo is slow and ponderous- sure, it’s not going to precisely skewer you without a lot of effort, but you sure as hell don’t want to get caught up in any kind of stampede. It’s not agility these monstrosities are built for. It’s raw, unrelenting power.

The animals are so colossally massive that nothing short of a Machai’s drill tooth can even hope to penetrate their shells. Raw size keeps almost anything from even bothering to attack them, and anything that does usually doesn’t live to learn from the mistake. Not only can they trample even hard-shells under their enormous hooves, but the things are armed with a pair of piercing tusks, enough to stagger or skewer anything dumb or reckless enough to make a hunting attempt. Those immense weapons might be on the unwieldy side, but they’re sure as hell not fun to get brutally stabbed with. Subtlety isn’t a strong suit of the Stygoi- it doesn’t need to be. They can act as if they own their part of the world because nothing short of an Enyo wayband or full-fledged Oneiroi swarm can stand up to them and survive the encounter.

Speaking of lacking subtlety, the beasts have eschewed the typical sickly browns and oranges of most fauna on their wretched hellhole of a world in favour of black and green- which serve not as any kind of camouflage, but as warning colours, telling anything that catches a glimpse to stay the hell away or regret it for the rest of their likely-limited life. That hasn’t stopped the Enyos though. Stygoi are among their favourite war animals, because the things are so enormous they can actually support an Enyo howdah, meaning they’re the single being the blood-suckers can use as a sort of mount. They also like using the things as living, stampeding blood-bags, because nothing appeals more to Enyo psychology than taking the largest, most dangerous animal on their entire planet and using it to have a drink.
Volzhkerix | Supercommunity of Tariat | The eusocial jellyfish-bugs stuck in an industrial-tech cold war
Eriaroon | Eriaroon Eugenic Republic | The abyssal cephalopods who believe that reality is the afterlife
Vordekai | Vordekai Continuum | The withering organ-harvesters who seek perfection
Hekkathi | The symbiotic misotheistic pacifists at the end of a rogue world’s lifespan
Enyo | Sanguisugery of the Harbingers of Dawn | The medieval blood-suckers that march against the dawn
Chilic | The engineered behemoths that wish to annihilate all trace of their architects
League of Enthalpic Powers | An alliance of human civilisations united by an anti-entropic ideology- and little else
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