Post by Biscuit the Poro on Oct 12, 2013 22:07:26 GMT -8
Name: Biscuit
Age: 2 meals
Race: poro
Origin: the Howling Abyss; ran from the Howling Abyss as the ship was breaking through the atmosphere, for the fiery light and loud sounds coming from the ship terrified the poros and caused them to scatter. Biscuit, instead of running from the ship, as he thought he was doing, ran to the ship and, upon smelling food, has decided to search for a new home on board.
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Age: 2 meals
The aging cycle of poros is not measured in years, months, weeks, or anything really related to time. Instead, their life is measured in how many times they've eaten. On average, a poro can eat 30 large meals until it dies. After each meal a poro grows until it can grow no more and instead explodes - which is part of their reproductive cycle. When they explode, multiple poros (ranging from 3-8) are "born" from the remains. Presumably, the poros are born with all the skin they will have until their death, which would explain why they can only grow so much until they explode. It is also presumed that a poro's stomach contains small cells of future poros, and those cells become active when a bacteria on the food fuses with the cell, essentially fertilizing the poro babies. They then, sort of like parasites, eat the food the poro eats and absorb it, growing inside of it until the poro's skin bursts and the host poro becomes no more. The cycle continues, thus explaining both their aging and their reproduction.
Origin: the Howling Abyss; ran from the Howling Abyss as the ship was breaking through the atmosphere, for the fiery light and loud sounds coming from the ship terrified the poros and caused them to scatter. Biscuit, instead of running from the ship, as he thought he was doing, ran to the ship and, upon smelling food, has decided to search for a new home on board.
Located in a deep trench in a mountainous region, known as the Howling Abyss due to high winds and freezing temperatures, the poros seem to have always been there, though the fact that when they die they leave pretty much no evidence makes it a little hard to determine their evolution and lineage. They're skittish little creatures that can generally avoid conflict, which is how they've survived and thrived in such cold regions. Flying creatures or other mountain creatures that fall into the Abyss or drop their own catches become their easiest, largest meal, and generally results in multiple deaths - and consequently, multiple newborns. Poros also eat frostgrass which grows year-round and constitutes over 90% of their diet. It's native to the Howling Abyss and is, essentially, frost that is incredibly high in minerals and nutrients from the enriched moisture in the air and has clumped together in tall grassblade-like formations. Since frostgrass is such a small meal, it usually takes multiple years for a poro to explode off of solely frostgrass diet. Truly, the Howling Abyss is one of the most deadly places on Hyperion solely due to weather conditions and the path into the Abyss. With a guide, such as a poro, travel is much safer and treacherous slopes can be avoided. Furthermore, there aren't many carnivorous animals in the Abyss, so there's little danger of being attacked. Poros don't overpopulate due to several factors: freezing to death due to isolation, falling off the treacherous cliffs, and the occasional devouring of other poros.
Poros are incredibly docile. They are never on the offensive; they're always defensive. When poros attack each other, it's usually just when one accidentally falls into another and then they both think they're defending themselves from the other. That's usually when another gets eaten. Other than that, poros are quite shy. They run away from anything that isn't a poro or food - unless, of course, something that isn't a poro has food. Poros will blindly follow anything with food. They will follow food over cliffs to their death, in fact. They're completely oblivious to danger when it comes to food. They would literally run into a pit of lava, the gaping maw of a carnivore, the raging sea, or laser gunfire for a biscuit. Literally. They seem a little bit stupid when it comes to food, but considering their existence kind of depends on them eating, it sort of makes sense. Poros, after being fed by someone, become very trusting of them and no longer need to be bribed by food. They will merely follow just because that person who fed them is obviously very kind.
Poros make strange sounds. One of the most terrifying noises they make is another reason why their home is called the Howling Abyss. At night, they scream at each other. It sounds like a lady in a horror movie. They literally scream. The Abyss at night is terrifying as they screech like blood-curdling banshees at each other. It seems like a song, if you don't get intimidated and wonder what they're screaming about. Around people, however, they make little squeaks and grunts, like miniature cow sounds. They're also quite notorious for their "laughter", which is basically just a "herpherpherpherpherp" whenever they are pleased, or have just finished running or doing something they find enjoyable.
Poros make strange sounds. One of the most terrifying noises they make is another reason why their home is called the Howling Abyss. At night, they scream at each other. It sounds like a lady in a horror movie. They literally scream. The Abyss at night is terrifying as they screech like blood-curdling banshees at each other. It seems like a song, if you don't get intimidated and wonder what they're screaming about. Around people, however, they make little squeaks and grunts, like miniature cow sounds. They're also quite notorious for their "laughter", which is basically just a "herpherpherpherpherp" whenever they are pleased, or have just finished running or doing something they find enjoyable.
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This particular poro, honestly, doesn't look much different from other poros. In fact, most of them don't. What does make this poro a bit different from others, however, is the fact that coming into contact with the Hyperion has created strange swirling patterns in his horns, presumably from a sticky compound or chemical getting into their natural grooves and being unable to wash out.
A newly-born poro is about the size of a small domesticated dog, such as a pomeranian or a chihuahua. At their biggest they're about the size of a pitbull. Needles to say, they get huge.
Poros are like little blue stubby-legged bison with gigantic tongues and beady little black eyes and moustaches. They just have a little fuzzy butt, no tail or anything. Most of the time, they have their tongue hanging out. They make the motion of a panting dog without panting. When they're running, however, they keep their tongue in. Their movement consists of hopping around. They sort of spring when they run, but walking is just like a short-legged cow's grazing.
Poros are like little blue stubby-legged bison with gigantic tongues and beady little black eyes and moustaches. They just have a little fuzzy butt, no tail or anything. Most of the time, they have their tongue hanging out. They make the motion of a panting dog without panting. When they're running, however, they keep their tongue in. Their movement consists of hopping around. They sort of spring when they run, but walking is just like a short-legged cow's grazing.
The little poro didn't really understand what they were saying, but they had some shiny things in their hands and he was kind of afraid. None of them, however, seemed to be coming towards him. He scuffed his little hooves, which clicked on the cold shiny-stone floor, and he looked up at them with his beady eyes. He took in a deep breath and let it out in a huff, his tongue falling out after it. He looked up at them with something of a smile - just his face, really - and panted. They were grumbling at themselves, but what a strange language they had! Not like his species at all. They seemed to be discussing him, though. At least, that's what he felt. He didn't know whether to be concerned or not, but one of them had food. He could tell. That was definitely food.
He made a slight advance and one of the tall creatures suddenly made a shout, pointing his shiny object at the poro, who immediately stopped and backed away. His instinct told him the shiny wasn't good. Another pink-thing quickly stopped the movement of the taller one, and they fought amongst themselves while the poro tilted his head and pawed at his fuzzy little moustache, brushing it into place. The pink creatures kept looking at him, and one of them - oh, the one with the food! - knelt suddenly, holding its little paw out with the food in it. The poro sucked his tongue back in quickly and hopped excitedly towards the food before nuzzling at it and lapping it up. This creature was good. This one gave him food. With a little hiccup, the poro grew about an inch - much to the dismay of the other tall ones - and he settled his chin against the pad of the crouching creature's paw, opening his mouth and letting his tongue flop onto her forearm. Oh, he was content. Very much. He liked these skinny naked poros.