Mandor

Mandorr: A lovable, tactful (>_>) creature, the Mandorr has a penchant for military dictatorship and high-style. This specie of Paddyius-Germanicus has honed an unusual mating dance over several millennia - adopting a chic pout whilst shuddering like a Pneumatic Drill operator with Parkinson’s. Think of standing on a washing machine in heels, holding an invisible tray of crystal, and you're halfway there. An intensely passionate mammal, the Mandorr will - if forced into contact with a human - lull the victim into a false sense of euphoria, provide a great many laughs, and generally act as a breath of fresh air from the muggy tedium of it's environment; before unleashing an almighty high kick and punch combo to stun its prey and taking it back to its nest to mate. Profusely. Like a rabbit. Kinda. (That’s Jeni’s story anyway…) Those who are fortunate enough to experience a Mandorr in the wild will understand that little - aside from perhaps an adult Natzor or Donaldson - leaves oneself feeling quite so confused, bedazzled, and above all merry as a day or two with that dahrlin’. Just, please God; don’t get the Mandor started on Prom/Exams/That sexy beast Cal. You’ll regret it. Oh yeah, and you’re kinda poor. In the nicest possible way though of course… :-P I spent WAY too long writing that…