Creatures That Do Not Bite: Gentle Beings of the Refuge

 There are no monsters here.

Only presences.
Some float. Others hum. A few may watch you quietly from the canopy.
This bestiary was not made for battles.
It was made for companionship.


🫧 Lysari

They have no wings, but they float.
Their body changes shape depending on what you feel — golden spirals when calm, smoke when uncertain.
They respond to emotion, not movement.

  • Nature: Emotional shapeshifter

  • Function: Reflects and amplifies nearby feelings

  • Note: Very sensitive. May reveal unspoken thoughts.

🌫 Murn

It looks like smoke trapped in form.
Wherever it passes, sound softens — birds hush, leaves hold their breath.
It never touches, but its presence eases everything.

  • Nature: Sound-dampening, intangible

  • Function: Balancer of noisy spaces

  • Note: Feeds gently on ambient noise.

🐟 Tikk

A moss-green amphibian with blinking eyes and an impatient bounce.
It sings when magic is near, and wherever it steps, moss begins to bloom.

  • Nature: Reactive creature

  • Function: Stimulates plant growth

  • Note: Startles easily, but sings with delight.

🪨 Nomidi

Pebbles with legs, walking in single file.
They communicate through subtle vibrations, mapping the forest as they go.
Their trails are read only by other magical beings.

  • Nature: Collective mineral life

  • Function: Living cartographers

  • Note: Their routes shift with emotion.

🌊 Velante

A translucent creature found in overgrown ruins.
Inside it float leaves that never fall.
It shares memories of the places it protects, but only with those it trusts.

  • Nature: Memory-bearer

  • Function: Guardian of sacred vegetal sites

  • Note: Leaves behind a droplet of light after contact.

This is just the beginning.
The forest holds many more souls — waiting not to be discovered,
but to be seen.

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