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IX Mythos Bestiary

"And hoary Nodens raised a howl of triumph when Nyarlathotep, close on his quarry,
stopped baffled by a glare that seared his formless hunting-horrors to grey dust."
—H.P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest Of Unknown Kadath

Their flesh secretes a mucus so rapidly that it
constantly drips off as if the hunting horror were falling
apart. After sloughing off, the thick piles of mucus
begin to harden, becoming like mud. It is possible to
slowly plod through it, but not swim in it like water.
The mucus begins to pile up during a fight, eventually
covering the horror’s prey and holding them in place
so they cannot escape when the horror swallows

Ecology
Hunting horrors are all a branch of the same immense
organism that spans great reaches of space. They are
each the nerves and nerve endings of this being. This is
how they can appear instantly and avoid sunlight. The
creature as a whole is practically a Great Old One in
terms of power.

them whole.
Hunting horrors speak to their prey mentally.
To them it is playing with their food. They send
fantastically horrible images to the minds of those they
are going to swallow.

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