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Hey there.
Here's a Pamuli. A large herbivore tenesac (sack holder) that lives in small herds of females with one male.
These animals are best known for their young tearing out of their backs like /aliens/. Which is something the people thought was happening before domesticating them. In truth, pregnant pamuli push their small egg sack through their face opening and have them grow on their back covered with protective membrane connected to their back arms.
Males on the other hand lack most of this membrane and instead keep their juvenile claws to battle for mating privilege. Most males are heavily scarred and their cuts are not nice so the captive pamuli get their claws trimmed.
They have also been domesticated twice. This picture shows the subspecies domesticated by the northern people.
These animals are sorta a transition between modern false-mammal (Slomen, etc.) and their ancestors because of the lack of any baby-feeding organ. Instead of nurturing their young with "milk" pamuli have their babies grow in their meggs until they are ready to feed independently.
A pamuli bull (a female) with its owner having a little break on their way to transport some goods. Those shoes need tightening.
For a bit of context, this is a domesticated pamuli. Its big arm membranes are much looser than in wild pamuli, and its colors are less recognizable.
Pamuli make good transport animals but are not as good for riding. Even after being domesticated for centuries, they are stubborn and easily stressed. The leash here helps to calm them down since it makes the animal feel connected to the baggage on its back. Without it, it might panic even after it's used to the action and has seen that the baggage isn't its babies.
But with less tame pamuli it's definitely better to use a different leash while this is only inserted (it's not great for maneuvering).
The inner side of its arm membrane is also covered in mud to protect it from the sun.
If you haven't seen the original pamuli post here you have a link.
Kula!
A popular domesticated animal of slomen.
Kula are adapted for grassy areas with lots of small prey. In the wild, they either jump after flying or jumping prey or wait at burrows before smashing their prey with their hooves. If the smash isn't enough they hold it to their beak and finish it. Some species are more specialized to wait while others to jump. The domesticated Kula is speculated to be one of the more energetic hunters, mostly interested in 'insects'.
In ancient times wild Kula were attracted to sloman settlements as they would also attract prey with the slomans' food and light. The slomen would soon learn that Kula were not pests since the wild animals were yet to be spoiled by premium meat cuts and preferred fresh moving meat that the slomen didn't want around.
In current times many cultures keep these animals as pest control on farms and in larger houses. They can be commonly seen in underground rooms that serve as food storage but for a healthy mental state, they need time on the sun.
While in the wild they are usually solitary or in small groups, Kula have a complex body language that they use to express their mood and/or needs. This can be very cute and funny, helping them become as loved as they are. Many owners will grow to care deeply for their Kula but some cultures recognize them directly as pets. In the high-ranking societies of these cultures, pet Kula get even rounder. Often a certain trait is popular in a culture, resulting in localised breeds with different shapes and colors.
Some little goober possibilities - not entirely canon
In a few places, Kula are also part of a religion and have their own shrines.
New year, new creature reveal!
This animal is an Iťalaq, a large creature adapted for the hot and dry environment of the east. Just like some earth desert animals, it has energy storage in the form of its watery bloodstream and of a large fat pocket under its 'pelvis'.
They feed primarily on plant matter. Bushes and grasses are easy targets, while hard or spiky materials will get stomped on with their middle limbs to then scoop up the insides. For food high up, they pick on it using their front limbs and throw it to the ground or insert it directly into their mouth. They do not mind a meaty snack.
As a bonus unpleasant fact, Iťalaq have the contents of their 'ends' ready to protect them from predators (both liquid and bullets), and it gets very stinky if they eat meat before the processing.
You are unlikely to ever see one in nature - at least not the domesticated species that are used all over the eastern sloman cultures (those are better reported to the nearest settlement).
Their history with slomen is not as long as it is with pamuli that evolved side by side with slomen. However, they are considered the first domesticated "arm-jaw" animals and have served people for thousands of years as their main "vehicle". Where they are used, wheels and carts are uncommon, finding most use in cities.
One iťalaq can often carry over 200kg (330 pounds), but it's better to keep the weight lower and let a pamuli take the rest of the cargo.
In this illustration, the rider is a sloman matriarch, likely stopping to stare at a strange phenomenon.
It is often that a northeastern family has at least one iťalaq, and the oldest members are the primary riders (both because of the member's importance and less energy from old age). The matriarch is the oldest and most respected, so it's only expected she's most familiar with the animal.
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hope the text wall doesn't have too many mistakes man
ayer me quitaron mi piel de nuevo y me dejaron dormir con los músculos al aire, la cama quedó empapada de sangre y yo descompensado
no sé cuándo me vuelvan a dar mi piel
mi pelito
tengo frío
ojalá pudiéramos controlar(nos) todo lo que sentimos y pensamos.. Yo podría ser siempre feliz, podría siempre subir la mirada y clavar mis ojos en ti y suspirar de lo mucho que te amo, en vez de que me invada una náusea involuntaria y asquerosa cuando beso tus manos y mi cerebro las reproduce aplaudiendo frente a un ruedo lleno de sangre
me siento estúpido y patetiquísimo por no poder soltar esto pero lo siento, han matado o descrito con detalle la tortura de tantos animales frente a mí para lastimarme que en vez de volverme indiferente cultivé un odio y tristeza infinitos e inagotables... como mi amor
me despellejó el mundo entero.
todas las personas que me dirigieron la mirada o la palabra alguna vez:
pelaron un centímetro de carne
ya entendí que no soy de tu misma especie.
que no soy ni me veo remotamente parecido a tus pares.
ya hice las paces con el día en que te marches. ya las hice. ya hice las paces con ser yo el problema. ya las hice. yo soy el problema porque yo soy el que necesita que renuncies a algo. yo soy el problema por no poder seguir adelante. yo soy el problema por acumularlo poco a poco.
(¿por qué habría de creer que alguno del cardúmen que parece un sólo pez gigantesco puede ser distinto?)
ayer me encontré con un recordatorio de que siempre, inevitablemente buscamos y encontramos a lxs nuestrxs.
¿cuál es la diferencia entre ejercer la violencia y presenciarla con regocijo?
QUIERO MORIR ANTES DE SABER TANTO COMO QUIERO SABER Y DESPUÉS MORIR
(Te dije que sólo necesito tiempo para gestionarlo, pero al chile no sé si lo soportaría.)
La infestación necesita un plan de evacuación y supervivencia o arriesga la extinción.