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The Grackles are a remnant of the Gods of Dawn, one of the few species from that ancient time. Once a proud and perfected race, the Grackles worshiped the first gods and reaped the benefits. They were one of thousands of species who were built by the Gods of Dawn, and they were destined to rule the galaxy and forever remain in the care of the Gods. But things went wrong when the slave species, the R'Karrh, rebelled against them and the gods. Having been created to work and serve, the R'Karrh suffered for millions of years as replaceable laborers, who lived and died at work. Secretly, the race had come up with a new religion and a new set of Gods to worship. In a massive rebellion, the R'Karrh went to war against everything that belonged to the Gods of Dawn. Though the many species numbered in the thousands, the R'Karrh numbered in the trillions, having been built as expendable labor, to be used and thrown away. Their massive numbers swarmed the planets they lived on, destroying temples, cities and species in a suicidal wave. It was at this point in time, as the Gods of Dawn descended from the skies to slaughter millions of R'Karrh in mere moments, as the other species gathered their troops and armies, that a miracle occurred. In an intense moment of true, undying faith, Ka'Ran'Koth and the pantheon were born.

The new Gods assaulted the Gods of Dawn and overpowered them, as the first gods were weak from a millenia of creation and the loss of many of their followers. They were banished from the universe, and reality fell into the control of the new pantheon. The Grackles were soon faced with extinction, as the Gods built the Titans to wipe all evidence of the Gods of Dawn from existence. The species fled planet after planet, as their brother and sister species went extinct from the brutal conquest. It was in the moment of betrayal, when the Titans and Gods fought, that the Grackles escaped the eyes of the Gods and hid away. As they hid, all of their great cities and fellow brothers were annihilated, leaving them one of the few original species left alive. And to this day, the Grackles live on, hiding from universe and cursing the name of the R'Karrh.

What remains of the Grackles is a degenerated beast of inbreeding, mutation and stagnation. The perfect genes and DNA that once made them so great has long since rotted away, leaving their bodies in a disgusting state. The noble look they once had is now gone, replaced by a tangle of limbs and piles of twitching, stolen flesh. Grackles are now multi-limbed parasites, requiring the DNA and flesh of other species in order to grow. Their bodies are incapable of creating new flesh and cells on its own, so it must have stolen ones from other bodies. To do this, the Grackles have a horrifying arsenal of weaponry. The most notable is their "cold" breath. From their strange, beak-like mouths, they can breathe out billowing clouds of "cold." These clouds look a lot like steam, but those engulfed by it will find their bodies paralyzed and locked, as if they had been frozen solid. These clouds render organics still as statues, leaving them open targets for the shambling monstrosities. These clouds persist for long periods of time, and can be breathed through cracks of doors or vents, filling rooms with the freezing gas. Once the victim is unable to move, they use super adhesive spines on their hands and claws to rip chunks of flesh from the prey's body. These gobs of skin, muscle and bone are slapped onto their own bodies, which are then assimilated into their form. Grackles will rip prey apart layer by layer, enjoying their feeding and the pain of those being eviscerated. Grackles can rip off entire limbs and stick them onto their bodies, which will then assimilate and become a limb of their own. Prey will be stripped, and what is left is then consumed by their dual chest tentacles. These appendages secrete a digestive fluid that breaks down organic material and sucks it up at the same time. Grackles will rub down prey with these tendrils, melting off layers with each pass. This soup is used to feed them and rejuvenate their bodies. When Grackles dine, nothing is left of the victim.

As creatures that require alien flesh to survive, Grackles come in all shapes and sizes. Some may scuttle around like crabs or insects, while some may slither about. What remains the same for all Grackles is the beaked head and the chest feeding tendrils. These structures are found on every Grackle.

To reproduce, Grackles go the asexual route. A Grackle that has fed on many victims will be quite large and bulky. At a certain point, it will put its energy and resources into growing a second head and pair of tendrils. Once these structures are created, it will hunt down a victim and freeze them in place. Once the food source is secured, the body will violently rip itself in two, with much pain and agony being experienced by the two halves. Once separated, the two will feed on the victim in order to heal their bodies and make them whole once again. Though they will be smaller and with less limbs now, the two Grackles will quickly grow as they feed on more prey.

Grackles are extremely hard to kill, as they do not seem to have a centralized brain. Simple wounds and loss of limb do not affect them, as they will keep moving and hunting without hesitation. Decapitation is not recommended, as it only destroys the control of the freezing gas, causing it to spray out wildly and cover entire areas in a shroud of paralyzing vapor. The only true way to kill one is absolute disintegration.

Grackles move quite slow, as the many limbs are hard to control and their bodies are constantly in a state of rot. Their shambling movements strike fear in all who worship the Gods, and their crow-like calls have been in many nightmares. Though degenerated and rotting, Grackles are still sentient and use clever tactics to trap prey and remain hidden from view. They always refer to sentient beings as "R'Karrh slime" as all sentient species alive today are descendants of the R'Karrh. And this knowledge makes the Grackles even more cruel and psychotic. Hateful of a race who stole the universe from them.

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An update for the Grackles, with color and their head finally drawn correctly! Took me forever to figure out how to draw that right, but I think I got it!

Same description as the old one, but figured the new one should get it too.

And once again, why are they called Grackles? Because it sounds cool!

Description
The Grackles are a remnant of the Gods of Dawn, one of the few species from that ancient time. Once a proud and perfected race, the Grackles worshiped the first gods and reaped the benefits. They were one of thousands of species who were built by the Gods of Dawn, and they were destined to rule the galaxy and forever remain in the care of the Gods. But things went wrong when the slave species, the R'Karrh, rebelled against them and the gods. Having been created to work and serve, the R'Karrh suffered for millions of years as replaceable laborers, who lived and died at work. Secretly, the race had come up with a new religion and a new set of Gods to worship. In a massive rebellion, the R'Karrh went to war against everything that belonged to the Gods of Dawn. Though the many species numbered in the thousands, the R'Karrh numbered in the trillions, having been built as expendable labor, to be used and thrown away. Their massive numbers swarmed the planets they lived on, destroying temples, cities and species in a suicidal wave. It was at this point in time, as the Gods of Dawn descended from the skies to slaughter millions of R'Karrh in mere moments, as the other species gathered their troops and armies, that a miracle occurred. In an intense moment of true, undying faith, Ka'Ran'Koth and the pantheon were born.

The new Gods assaulted the Gods of Dawn and overpowered them, as the first gods were weak from a millenia of creation and the loss of many of their followers. They were banished from the universe, and reality fell into the control of the new pantheon. The Grackles were soon faced with extinction, as the Gods built the Titans to wipe all evidence of the Gods of Dawn from existence. The species fled planet after planet, as their brother and sister species went extinct from the brutal conquest. It was in the moment of betrayal, when the Titans and Gods fought, that the Grackles escaped the eyes of the Gods and hid away. As they hid, all of their great cities and fellow brothers were annihilated, leaving them one of the few original species left alive. And to this day, the Grackles live on, hiding from universe and cursing the name of the R'Karrh.

What remains of the Grackles is a degenerated beast of inbreeding, mutation and stagnation. The perfect genes and DNA that once made them so great has long since rotted away, leaving their bodies in a disgusting state. The noble look they once had is now gone, replaced by a tangle of limbs and piles of twitching, stolen flesh. Grackles are now multi-limbed parasites, requiring the DNA and flesh of other species in order to grow. Their bodies are incapable of creating new flesh and cells on its own, so it must have stolen ones from other bodies. To do this, the Grackles have a horrifying arsenal of weaponry. The most notable is their "cold" breath. From their strange, beak-like mouths, they can breathe out billowing clouds of "cold." These clouds look a lot like steam, but those engulfed by it will find their bodies paralyzed and locked, as if they had been frozen solid. These clouds render organics still as statues, leaving them open targets for the shambling monstrosities. These clouds persist for long periods of time, and can be breathed through cracks of doors or vents, filling rooms with the freezing gas. Once the victim is unable to move, they use super adhesive spines on their hands and claws to rip chunks of flesh from the prey's body. These gobs of skin, muscle and bone are slapped onto their own bodies, which are then assimilated into their form. Grackles will rip prey apart layer by layer, enjoying their feeding and the pain of those being eviscerated. Grackles can rip off entire limbs and stick them onto their bodies, which will then assimilate and become a limb of their own. Prey will be stripped, and what is left is then consumed by their dual chest tentacles. These appendages secrete a digestive fluid that breaks down organic material and sucks it up at the same time. Grackles will rub down prey with these tendrils, melting off layers with each pass. This soup is used to feed them and rejuvenate their bodies. When Grackles dine, nothing is left of the victim.

As creatures that require alien flesh to survive, Grackles come in all shapes and sizes. Some may scuttle around like crabs or insects, while some may slither about. What remains the same for all Grackles is the beaked head and the chest feeding tendrils. These structures are found on every Grackle.

To reproduce, Grackles go the asexual route. A Grackle that has fed on many victims will be quite large and bulky. At a certain point, it will put its energy and resources into growing a second head and pair of tendrils. Once these structures are created, it will hunt down a victim and freeze them in place. Once the food source is secured, the body will violently rip itself in two, with much pain and agony being experienced by the two halves. Once separated, the two will feed on the victim in order to heal their bodies and make them whole once again. Though they will be smaller and with less limbs now, the two Grackles will quickly grow as they feed on more prey.

Grackles are extremely hard to kill, as they do not seem to have a centralized brain. Simple wounds and loss of limb do not affect them, as they will keep moving and hunting without hesitation. Decapitation is not recommended, as it only destroys the control of the freezing gas, causing it to spray out wildly and cover entire areas in a shroud of paralyzing vapor. The only true way to kill one is absolute disintegration.

Grackles move quite slow, as the many limbs are hard to control and their bodies are constantly in a state of rot. Their shambling movements strike fear in all who worship the Gods, and their crow-like calls have been in many nightmares. Though degenerated and rotting, Grackles are still sentient and use clever tactics to trap prey and remain hidden from view. They always refer to sentient beings as "R'Karrh slime" as all sentient species alive today are descendants of the R'Karrh. And this knowledge makes the Grackles even more cruel and psychotic. Hateful of a race who stole the universe from them.

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An update for the Grackles, with color and their head finally drawn correctly! Took me forever to figure out how to draw that right, but I think I got it!

Same description as the old one, but figured the new one should get it too.

And once again, why are they called Grackles? Because it sounds cool!