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I plan on making more because this is too much fun. F5 for more veins.

Named by  Hirobian the species is called Holenteras, they live in shallow caves, usually by rivers or streams. They feed on minerals in the mud, as well as pretty much anything liquid that happens to be laying around. Carrion, flowers, tears. If it smells good to them they will more than likely approach fearlessly in an effort to at least taste the drink of their choice. If not stopped they will empty an entire quart of soda, ruining your picnic.

They have been known to bait less scrupulous individuals into their lairs with the lure of incredibly satisfying oral sex, only to steal their wallets and storm the nearest store or stand that sells their favorite food-fruit juice.

Their largest set of eyes is actually an organ used to detect heat and vibrations as a larvae, they never lose it even after the second and more functional set of eyes-those beneath the massive, veiny black ones-open up and allow them true sight.

Holenteras only breed once a year, and their larvae are usually deposited with loving care in the cradles of vegan parents of another species. Their huge, dewy eyes make them irresistible, and the sweet hum of their tiny wings cements the grub in the hearts of it's new caretakers.

Once their true eyes develope they undergo the metamorphosis into an adult by bursting their wet limbs out of their larval body, often leaving their arms grossly extended and twisted, and their legs shriveled and weak. Few have seen a Holenteras that has been given it's space during this time, however no matter how broken they appear as adults they always seem to get around just fine, without sporting any ill effect of their brutal transformation.

When gathered together their feeding pattern changes, and it's often a form of entertainment to lure several into a village square before dumping sugarwater on and around them. The creatures flail their long proboscises around and wiggles their butts in concert, large sensory organs bugging out of their sockets. It is said that an ancient king died from laughter after witnessing a drunken group of these creatures trying to time their flailing woth hilariously awful results. When tipped over they make a hooting noise.