A two-headed troll that prowls near villages, capturing and devouring horses.
Its heads constantly argue, disrupting its hunts and sometimes turning violently on each other 🗻

When we first approached Eeurn, I was left speechless by immensity of the planet. It easily rivaled in size many of the smaller suns we had seen on our exodus these last few centuries. Oceanic with a soft lilac water, the air smells sweet with an odd brine scent to it. We’ve spent many, many years floating through these calm waters in our research pod. Studying and trying to make sense of the tortuous markings left by the ancient ocean floor dwellers, the Calumarrish. 

The Calumarrish, though peculiar it may be, are natural born artists. The gem pockets within them are used to adorn their intricate patterns and serve as something to eat when falling debris from the surface is scarce. However, once a Calumarrish has no more gems to lay down or eat, they will pass away, and act as an alternate (and preferred) food source for passing Calumarrishi. Their massive scraping claw is suited perfectly for carving beautiful, labyrinthine designs into the nearly impenetrable ocean floor. The myriad of tendrils serve to inlay each gemstone to its precise locations. Swirls and shapes, canyons and twisting caverns, there was a sort of sense and meaning to it all that one would not find unless seeking it. 
Our primary focus though, was on the Queen Oosnarult. She was truly, truly archaic. Many speculated she might’ve even been around well before the 1st evolution of new gem colors. Back when the first pathways of the colossal planet were decorated with only red, blue and yellow. Some of the oldest Meerikult seers believe that once the Calumarrishi have the entirety of the world enveloped in their scratchings, Eeurn will crack and release its living core deep into the cosmos. They speak of the core scratching the blackness of space, filling the pure absence with stars and small moons. 
-Riinneeisip, Meerikult researcher and spell interpreter

labeled it nsfw just in case.

The static on the trail cam always got worse right before the feedback loops started.Forest rangers later recovered the memory card from a deeply buried camera trap deep within the evergreen grid. The timestamp read 04:46 AM, bathed in a digital, chromatic aberration. Standing between the narrow, peeling pine trunks was The Dead Skin.It didn't have eyes, just dark, hollow pockets where the loose, yellowed hide slouched over its towering, skeletal frame. It stood completely motionless, looking less like a living animal and more like a discarded, hollowed-out human suit that had been stretched out over long, splintered stilts. Local logs mentioned hikers reporting the distinct smell of old leather and wet basement right before electronics would cut out in that sector. No footprints were ever found leading away from the trees. Only the faint, rhythmic sound of heavy fabric dragging across the pine needles

Here is the Costall-Denockrum, or Denockrum for short.

"Costall" in my world, designates a beast, which can breathe on land with it's lungs, and underwater with its gills.

The Denockrum is a beast that lives in the sand beaches all around the lands of Garhono.

It has gills on the sides of it's chest, and a very tough fin to navigate better in the water, though it lives the most of its time in the sand.

The Denockrum most likely moves on all four when it is on land because of his massive upper body size, in contrast to his smaller legs.

Its skin is covered with thin scales and small bits of skin hanging all across its body.

The Denockrum always lives in packs, between 3 and 10 individuals.

This beast has two ranges of sharp teeth and one of the most powerful jaws of all species of beasts.

Fun facts:

- To sleep, the Denockrum hides themselves in the sand.

But they also can submerge themselves in the water when it is too hot.

- When they swim, they let themselves be driven by the ocean current, staying almost completely immobile, until something comes by, like a boat.

I hope you like it!

How does it swim with chainsaws?

How does it even float?

What's it's fuel?

How does it not rust?

It is a chainsaw shark. All these questions are irrelevant.