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[b]Name of Race:[/b] Katyusha

[b]Picture/Physical Description:[/b] The silky, feathered form of the Katyusha stands a mere one meter tall on large, taloned feet. Their large white wings spread to a span of twice their height but are often folded meekly on their back so as not to get in the way of sport and merrymaking. Katyusha hands are little more than clumsy mitts, but their mouth-tentacles and tail are far more adept at subtle manipulation.
A Katyusha’s head is topped by a feathered crest (the larger and more colorful, the better) as well as two wavy plumes, the both used for mating, territorial, and social displays, and their round, deep eyes of light blue sit atop two massive gill-fins (now vestigial) which hang from their cheeks on either side of their mouth-tentacles. Eyes, mouth, feathers, and fins all work together to express a wide range of emotions.

Images: [url=http://i.imgur.com/W0p9fZX.jpg]Spore creature[/url], [url=http://i.imgur.com/gA0KW4B.jpg]Sketch[/url] (ignore that clothing for now)

[b]Racial Characteristics:[/b] Flight, great running speed, agility (used for both climbing and dancing), excellent night vision (but poor day-vision), and – while not great swimmers – they do not usually sink. Due to their thick yet light feathers and their tendency to huddle together like penguins, Katyusha are well adapted to cold climates; warm weather and daylight turn them sleepy, queasy, or dead.

[b]Race Bio:[/b] What they lack in intellect, the Katyusha make up for with hardiness of will, lightness of spirit, and unquenchable curiosity. Rare is it to find a creature happier than a Katyusha who has spent the whole night dancing with its comrades on a newfound rocky beach, belting a long, bittersweet, otherworldly song at the moon and the stars. Katyusha are small but do all things in large groups and rarely fight amongst themselves (or at all), not even for mates or territory.
When cornered, a wounded Katyusha may attempt to batter its foe with its strong legs, but otherwise a Katyusha’s response to threat is, rather than crawl under a rock, to take to the skies or lead their predators on long chases across the tundra plains. They flee when they can, hide only when they cannot flee, and fight only when they cannot do either. Thus a Katyusha in battle is a sad sight indeed, for it has already accepted that it will come out at the wrong end of the bracket.
The Katyusha live in clusters of small colonies based in cliffside caves above rocky beaches – small communities spread over large areas to ensure they do not overcome their niche in what precarious ecosystem there is in those chilled wastes. Seminomadic, the Katyusha live for as long as it suits them in whatever area they please, moving on when food is at a shortage or when they become lost in the spellbinding morning light on the way back to the den after a long night spent dancing on the moonlit shore. In short, Katyusha are happy, determined, social creatures, who seem to think little of hardship and are always curious about the natures of things in this strange world they call home.

[b]Location on Map:[/b] Perched precariously upon the icy northwestern coast, where sweeping tundra meet the hulking glaciers.

[b]Techs:[/b] Primitive instruments (crude hide drums, wooden ocarinas), hilariously unreliable canoes