maladrone
the false brother
prefix mala suffix drone
malastrix line
number
38,000
manual
melancholic
alignment
☶
height
6 ft, 9 in
length
16 ft
weight
1,999 lbs
size variance
3%
I.Q.
780
core temp.
83°F
stability
68%
longevity
7,000 years
near
stranger-imitative
perifronicene
quality
pure
physical appearance
The maladrone /ˈmælədɹəʊn/ is a ... ... .. stranger with a white tongue, teeth, and ... ... ... .. ... ... . ... ... . ... .. . .. ... .. ... . . ... ... .. ... ... ... . ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... . ... ... ... .. .. . ... ... .. ... . .. ... ... . . ... ... . .. ... .. ... ... ... ... .. .. ... ... ... .. ... ... ... .
The maladrone's flesh is normally dry and stringy, but upon exposure to air, becomes soaked with blood, which pours outwards once its flesh is fully inundated with this fluid, continuing until the maladrone's wounds close.ᵶ Otherwise, it ... .. ... ... . highly vulnerable to all extremes despite its .. ... rubbery flesh, with bruising and ... a slight trickle of blood in pin-points from the skin.ន ... .. .. ... having this effect𐊸 only when mixed with lactic acid.
ᵶ "I didn't think I'd pushed it so hard. It staggered through the hallway... the carpet became soaked and so did my shoes. The handprints it left poured down quick, to join the same now-sea on the floor... an inch deep by the time I couldn't bear it watch it anymore. It's not that I'm sympathetic to them, it's just... it's just hard, you know?" Saint Strixis. Pathologies, 805
ន "She made a small cut on the creature's surface, and soon enough, the stuff began to flow. That was the worst of it, when she thought about it; the way that she'd need to bring a change of clothes in a plastic bag in case the area got too, too b-l-o-o-d-y-
She took out a bottle and collected it half with the blood. Then she slipped the pouch of milk from her pocket, cut the edge, and poured it in; screwed the lid on, shook it up. She looked at all that pink; was there shame in what she was doing? It's not like anyone was there to catch her, though, and it felt .. ..
She took her leave of the restrained creature and looked for a place where she wouldn't be disturbed... " Vari, Ava. Red Milk, XX-99
𐊸 "Where red and only red becomes something you can sink into. It's a color, it's a sound, it's a mood, it's bursting and it flows down and into every pore.
And so, the next one I found, I tied down and left there where no one would ever find it or disturb it... .I came down there a lot, in fact. Just to be near it... because that was the game, you know... to think you were getting back at them. I did terrible things to it, but none of it made me feel any better. Wood walls can start to sweat red, too, when you're doing what I did, which I found out when the thing died." Gasher, Herald. Ghoul, 77
It speaks only with a hushed whisper, its voice more inclined towards higher than lower pitches.
environment and generation
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ដ "The walls couldn't have been flat enough. The paint couldn't have been wet enough. Some of the rooms, I swear, were getting smaller, from how many times we'd painted and re-painted them." †Black Kakumeiko
ჳ "We stayed in the hotel for several weeks. There were always so many people around, it made us feel safe. They might have robbed us or worse, but that I could deal with. That, I'd started to get used to, and my friend was coming around, too. And we didn't see the beasts in the time we were there. One morning we opened the door, though, and the hallway... someone had painted it red over night. I knew a thing or two about omens... we had to leave." †Yamaguchi, Satoshi
It leaves this bloody coating behind (as well as the layers of skin shed during this initial attempt), and does not return to this area, ... ... .. . ... ... .. .𐐙
𐐙 "-by what it had to do to get there; scarred, that this is the price that it must pay for even simple humanity." †Maestro Massiah
behaviour and effects
The maladrone is a shy and slow-moving stranger. It ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .. ... ... ... ... ... . ... ... ... .. ... ... ... .. ... .. .. .. .. ... ... .. ... .. .. ... ... ... .. ... . ... ... ... . .. ... ... ... ... ... . .. . ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... . ... .. ... ... ... ... ... .. ... .. ... ... ... .. ... ... .. ... ... ... ... .. ... .. . . ... . ... ... .. ... ... .. ... ... ... . .. ... ... ... ... .. ... ... . ... ... . ... .. . .. ... .. ... . . ... ... .. ... ... ... . ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... . ... ... ... .. .. . ... ... .. ... . .. ... ... . . ... ... . .. ... .. ... ... .
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interactions with sensitives
The maladrone is curious, but timid upon meeting a sensitive ... . not being able to be dissuaded, but not moving with overt aggression. Its tone is initially nervous ... Over a long enough span of time, however, it responds with weak, half-heartedϬ aggression towards sensitives, animals, and items placed in front of it, but only loosely ... . ... ... its violence remains inhibited, its teeth too soft to pierce flesh, its grip so weak that even a child can pull away ... . .. . . . .. ... ... ... .. ... ... .. ... .. . .. ... ... .. ... ... .. ... ... ... ... . ... .. ..
Ϭ "I forced its hand." †Mcz. Moritat
The exception to this ... . .. .. ... .. ... .. . when one sensitive holds down anotherᏡ ... ... .... Even in these attacks, it seems to seek approval.𐊎
𐊎 "This is what we're supposed to do, isn't it?" †unknown
Ꮱ "The beast looked at the man on the floor, and the other man holding him down. Towards the latter, it seemed to say, thank you, while towards the latter... it approached, a shhh, shhh blushing forth against the mois'ned air. It stroked the man's cheek, then his hand... placed its huge hand over the scrawny one, clutched tight, and yanked back – and he screamed, de-gloved. Shhh, shhh, the creature said again. Fingers now warmer 'gainst teary cheeks. It turned the skin inside out, and slipped it back on; all better, like a mother to a son." †Grande, Kellis
aging and death
.. ... ... ... ... ... .. ... . its head begins to droop, and its movements become similarly lackluster. ... ... ... ... .. ... .. all previous curiosities ... . .. reduced to vague attempts at ingratiation. .. ... . .. ... . .. ... ... .. .. .. ... . ... .. ... ... . ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... . ... ... ... ... ... ... . its body collapses, the blood soaking into its surroundings, but not growing slick.
䷳
"A dead carnival was something I'd not thought I'd find. Time hadn't been kind to the cheap paint and tin flimsy statues, but I could make out a few of the creatures on the side nonetheless. The fact that most of the cages were missing at least one panel made me not want to stick around... I passed one on the way out that still had a lock intact... it reached its hands out through the bars."