The candroni (/ˈkændroʊni/) is a rotund, small-limbed stranger composed of a wax-like substance that ranges from white to pale orange. This material is warm and semi-solid, and drips continuously in small trickles, but with no overall loss in mass despite this perpetual shedding of material. The candroni's claws and eye markings are made of a harder, more plasticine wax. It possesses no internal organs to speak of.
Due to its fluid body, the candroni regenerates from injuries within seconds to minutes. Its waxy consistency, however, leaves it vulnerable to changes in temperature, and cold conditions cause it to freeze solid and break apart, while high enough heat levels cause it to melt completely. Because of this, this strain prefers temperatures of between 50-65°F.
The candroni speaks through a high-pitched, child-like voice, and has no odor, beyond the faint smell of burnt plastic when sniffed at very close range.
The candroni appears in residential basements and side buildings. It is most prevalent in musty, earthy locations, such as dirt-floored wine cellars, secluded sheds, and dreary garages. Dark lighting, cool temperatures, and lack of upkeep all contribute to a candroni infestation.
When it first appears, the candroni starts off as a small, hot globule of wax, which bubbles and rises over several hours to form the candroni's body. When it first appears, the candroni is quite hot, and its structure remains volatile during this formative period. As such, it can sometimes take several days for it to cool down enough to retain its shape and move around. Only 57% of candroni survive the generation process, as many individuals either cool down too much and fatally solidify, or remain too hot, eventually melting away to nothing.
The candroni's demeanor is careful, shy, and child-like in nature. It holds its tail upright as it moves with cautious steps, and flicks its tail-tip in response to changes within its environment, as would a skittish cat. For the most part, it engages in a limited range of quiet behaviours, and stares at interesting shapes on the wall, strokes the floor beneath it, or climbs on top of crates or tables. It grows more active in warmer temperatures, and sighs with wistful annoyance when cold air causes its body to harden, but displays only infrequent reactions to environmental changes.
The candroni is drawn to candles, and, upon finding one, picks it up and presses it into its body through its forehead.
The candroni appears to select candles based upon appearance, and not material, and thus overlooks many candles shaped like figures, triangles, or other non-cylindrical forms. Similarly, the candroni shakes its head back and forth when it attempts to absorb a fake candle (such as a plastic holiday ornament or LED candle, for example), and, after tossing it rudely to the floor, eyes the object with suspicion for some time before it moves away.
When a candroni encounters a sensitive, it says "hi," "hello," or some other similarly friendly greeting in an excitable, upbeat tone. It repeats this exclamation several times, each time with optimism in its voice. Despite this greeting, however, the candroni is a fundamentally timid stranger. It never approaches a sensitive, choosing, instead, to hide and peek out from behind shelves, over boxes, or around corners. It always covers its face when directly looked at.
The candroni repeats its lines of greetings when approached – this response should be thought of more of a defensive mechanism, than any attempt at social behaviour, however. When touched by a sensitive, the candroni grows jittery and quietly distressed, and melts more rapidly at the point of contact, but does not display any aggressive behaviour, even when directly attacked.
"I knew before I'd met it that I planned to murder it, with whatever tools were available, it had become a kind of compulsion for though it stopped nothing, it was as satisfying to me as red silk in the night and ten times hotter.
I discovered the creature in the cellar. It crept backwards behind a wall to hide its face, and peeked out at me with those verderbt eyes. I thought it knew better than that, and maybe it did, for it did not move as I approached it, except to adjust and re-adjust those tiny feet and gain some footing but, these were not the frantic scrabbles of a cornered animal, so
its dripping seeped into the dirt.
I touched it, and the wax it touched my skin.
It crept up, and I became so-" source unknown
Certain candroni, when touched, display a growth of wax which grows outward from the point of contact to spread across the sensitive's skin. While this could prove theoretically lethal should the wax enter the mouth and throat, this process is easily discontinued once the sensitive ceases physical contact, the weak extension broken off.
Just as the candroni is suspicious of sensitives, so too does it display this same wariness towards others of its strain. As such, the candroni does not form groups. When two candroni do appear within the same closed space, such as a locked basement, it is not uncommon to see them each in hiding at opposite ends of the room, peeking out at each other only in slow and nervous glances, but never retreating from these hideaways.
In addition to its attraction to candles, the candroni also seeks out fire, and a candroni will even overcome its otherwise all-encompassing meekness to approach any sensitive who carries a lit match, candle, or torch. It displays curiosity as its body melts away in the heat, but continues to reach forward, first with its fingers, then with its wrist, and then with its shoulder, letting out quiet "ooh" and "aah" sounds as each part dissolves away in turn. As it does this, it ignores all other stimulus, and, if left to its own devices, will melt its entire body in this way.
At the end of its life, the candroni cools down, hardens, and crumbles apart, leaving only a pile of wax behind. These chunks, over the course of several weeks, transform into a crystalline material before breaking apart into a fine, light-colored sand. Other candroni breathe a sigh of relief when a companion dies, finding themselves free to wander once more, unhindered by prying eyes.