The ganzidroni (/ˈɡænsɪdroʊni/) is an olive-brown, multi-tongued stranger with vivid red eye markings that appear to drip down its face and neck. Its frame is both bony and fat-gutted in shape, while its legs are narrow and knobby, and seem scarcely able to hold up its ungainly form. The ganzidroni can be characterized by the four to nine tongues which hang limply from its mouth, as well as its five to ten tails, which drag behind it as it moves. Its flesh is black and highly muscled, while its skin is slick and slippery. Its body cavity is filled with bright chartreuse bowels, which connect directly to its tongues, making it possible to grab onto the latter to pull the ganzidroni's entrails out. These internal organs squirm and slosh inside the ganzidroni at all times, like restless eels.
The ganzidroni exudes a smell of rot and disease from its cold, slimy skin. At a distance, this smell is dully sour and musky, like a decaying animal in the woods, while close range, this odor takes on a more acrid, chemical smell, like gasoline and hydrochloric acid.
When wounded, the ganzidroni heals steadily (taking several weeks to heal from deep gashes), with only vague scarring on the most badly-damaged individuals. Infection during the healing stage appears normal and temporary.
Its voice loosely resembles human speech, but is too distorted for any words to be discerned. In addition, its stomach gurgles and whines at all times, as though the ganzidroni is suffering from a constant, inescapable hunger.
The ganzidroni appears exclusively in dingy, outdoor areas, and only at night. It starts off as a pile of sludge and grit, which coalesces over a period of several days to form the ganzidroni's body in a process resembling reverse decomposition. Thirty-seven percent of ganzidroni are stillborn, and, after several weeks of non-motion, decompose into dirt again.
The ganzidroni possesses an insidious but craven disposition. It roams with limp, staggering steps, its head hung heavy, as though it is a struggle just to hold itself upright. It sticks to the shadows or to the sides of walls and fences, and shies away from sudden sounds, lights, and movements. It tends to prefer filthy, grime-encrusted areas, and because of this, this stranger's flesh is prone to infestations of flies and maggots, which the ganzidroni shakes or scrapes off as best it can once they prove too irritating.
It is only incidentally social, with loose congregations appearing around dumpsters, roadkill, and sewer grates. Otherwise, the ganzidroni avoids other strangers, as well as most animals. It does, however, torture any weak or wounded animals it finds, displaying only bitterness as it does so, too cowardly to ever attempt a confrontation with a healthy creature.
The ganzidroni follows sensitives from a distance, but maintains a wide separation between the sensitive and itself. It retreats when approached, although it does not flee altogether, and always keeps its attention fixed on the sensitive. In open spaces, it is easily avoided. When cornered, however, the ganzidroni turns ravenous in its violence.
"She was on the ground when it attacked her, its claws out and its fangs sharp, and it slashed across her face as though to thresh her teeth right out her mouth. With those quick cuts, her cheeks were ripped to ribbons and her tongue slapped out right then and there. The thing, it pushed its mouth against her face, some instinct to bite rising up within its throat but all action blocked by those slob'bry tongues, and so instead of tooth-holes she got only oil slick upon her skin. From out those cuts and out her mouth her voice rang out, the breaking of a vase, the screeching of a car stopped far too short.
It was hours passed when the creature it did stop, and it had done to her what a schoolyard bully might with a swat-stunned fly; plucked the wings off, snapped each leg and left it there to twitch. The monster panted to reclaim its breath, it choked on the air around it, and its tongues squirmed in and out, so satisfied and so obscene. The woman, she was long since gone, and in her place, a squish of this, a chunk of that, it showed her." Zeiman, Mark. Vicasul Dero Prestige, 636
In these situations, the ganzidroni becomes difficult to fight off, for despite its normally maladroit movements, it finds within its attacks an animalistic strength, all layers of avoidance removed completely. Its slippery flesh allows little traction when gripped, and thus, the ganzidroni cannot be pushed away by hand, but must be warded off with sharp weapons or other piercing implements.
Outside of this specific context, however, the ganzidroni is pusillanimous at a fundamental level, and should be viewed as only incidentally dangerous.
As the ganzidroni ages, it flesh grows softer, and it loses its ability to recover from physical injuries.
"I made my way up the fire escape, to my back window – see, I must have misplaced my keys, because I'd been coming in through the kitchen for a while, that way. A small menagerie, a circus parade of moths and insects sat upon the windowsill, some dead, and the living ones scrambled through the splinters as I came up.
I looked down at the alleyway below. Each day, these beasts, they followed me, and there was one now, and as it moved it made a sound like a starving stomach, and said something, the noise between stations. They never came closer than ten body-lengths away, and thus I felt quite safe upon my metal perch.
The creature looked at me, and took a circuitous path from the wall to the metal stairway, and began to climb. But, that same jagged piece of rebar thad had given my ankle a snag just two weeks earlier, ripped into the creature's side, as well, and split its meat open like a grocery bag. Its entrails made a slushy sound, the slaps of a fisherman dumping his catch onto the pier, and these guts in turn caught on each step, pulled more and more out, unraveling.
It made it fifteen steps – I counted each with a tap on the handle of my pocket knife – before it collapsed with a sputter. When I was a child, I'd once spent summers on the lakes with my great-uncle, and his motorboat had made a specific kind of growl when he first revved it up, and I was struck by how similar this sounded, if more meaty, if more of a retch. And now so prone, it hissed and clawed its face to pieces, and something slick and greenish oozed out from its cuts, and then it all stopped writhing and its gurgles stopped, and I climbed into the window, locked it tight behind me." Lodeiro, Matteo. Uninhibited Witnesses, 276
Due to this weakening of form, ganzidroni corpses are likely to be found in exceedingly violent poses, with their intestines strung up on objects around them, knotted in a heap, or missing entirely. Other ganzidroni display brutal predatory inclinations towards wounded members of their strain, often contributing to this violent end.
The ganzidroni's corpse decays and putrefies, with all soft tissues first congealing into a bitter paste before it dissolves into musky liquid. Within seven to thirteen days, there is no solid matter left behind; instead, the ganzidroni's site of death is marked with only a dark stain and a pungent, sour smell.