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« on: 14 March 2009, 02:44:15 »

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Basic Overview of the Beast
Deep within the heart of the Gathorn Mountains, in the northern lands of the Icelands Coast, can be found a strange insect.  Called the Fisah-eck-Shanno by the Remusians, which means Snowflake, it causes terror in the hearts of those who are unlucky enough to come across it.  Beautiful, yet repulsive at the same time, it may be the last thing one ever sees before a painful death.

         Appearance
This insect is about two nailsbreadth across.  By far, the majority of this measurement is taken up by its legs, as the body is often not much bigger than the head of a nail.  In adulthood, it appears like a cross between a white fluffy spider and, when aloft, a large snowflake; hence its name.  Two small pink to red eyes can be seen on its bulbous body, if one looks closely enough.  This body is round and furry, and has six to eight legs protruding from it, apparently in every direction.  It is unknown as to why individual insects have a different number of legs.  It has been suggested that Snowflakes may occasionally lose a leg or two in the froth, the hard shelled protective ball that the larval insects mature. Other scholars surmise that maybe it is because some of the maggots complete their metamorphosis at different times, and that insects with eight legs simply changed earlier than those with six.  On the Snowflake’s underside a hollow proboscis juts out; it is white, with a grayish black hard chitinous point, and is used for injecting into a host.

In the larvae stage, the Snowflake has a milky grey body, and resembles a maggot of a few grains in length.  Tiny black feet can be seen, which it uses to move itself along.  A large sucker-like mouth is at the one end, and if one looks close enough, a row of tiny sharp teeth can be observed.
        
         Special Abilities
In winter, when these creatures mature, they can fill their bodies up with air, like a balloon, and can be carried on the wind, searching for their prey, and a place to lay their eggs.  If there is no wind, the snowflakes will simply crawl along the ground on their own legs.  They can cover a distance of a ped in roughly 15-20 blinks, thus moving on the wind is usually much faster for them, and as such, makes them deadlier.

They are also quite resistant to the cold, and can survive the coldest of northern winters.  It is true that fewer froths, the hardened shell that acts as a cocoon while the lavae transform to their adult form, are disturbed in winter, but it does happen.  Scholars are unsure why they remain active in winter, and some have surmised that it is because of the antifreezing effects of the hrugchuk grass, that is eaten by many of the victims of the Fisah-eck-Shanno.

         Territory
These creatures can be found in the Gathorn Mountains, and as far south as the Heaths of Wilderon, the large area that is home to the Rhom-oc orcs and effectively seperates the Kanapan Peninsula from the Icelands Coast and Iol Peninsula in the north.  There have been reports of them outside of this area, but these reports are rare, and largely unconfirmed.  It is thought that the Snowflake's short lifespan, at most only a few days after emerging from the froth in adult form, prevents much migration of the species.
    
         Habitat/Behavior
Larval snowflakes gather in what’s called a froth.  Hundreds, if not thousands, of these small maggot-like insects gather in a ball, each producing a sticky substance that bubbles and covers the entire froth.  This sickly light brown secretion then hardens, forming a protective shell around the maggots.  This hardened shell protects the maggots until conditions are right for it to transform.  Some think that this condition is based on weather, for spring is when most of these froths awaken.  Still others surmise that it is the proximity of a host, as froths can break open at any time of the year.

Regardless of what brings on the awakening, the hard shell of the froth cracks, then the mature snowflakes emerge; hundreds of them.  It is at this point that they become deadly.  These adult snowflake crawl, or roll, along on their new long legs.  As they do, their bodies swell, filling with air.  If there is a breeze, many of them will be lifted into the air, where they float seemingly weightless in the winds.  It is this sight that got them their name.

Any animal or, gods forbid, man that finds themselves in the path of these creatures is in dire straits at best.  The Snowflakes legs are quite adept at grabbing onto hair, thread, fur, etc.  Once attached to a host, the snowflake injects eggs into the skin.  It takes only a moment of time for this to happen, as it seems the snowflake is released from the froth already carrying viable eggs.  Many eggs can be injected into the skin from the snowflake at once, though they are too small to be seen clearly enough to know how many.

It takes only a few minutes before the area around the eggs becomes inflamed.  Within an hour, the eggs begin to hatch into maggots of less than a grain in length.  These maggots are voracious eaters and begin to burrow into the flesh deeper.  Within a day, the host is usually dead.  A couple days after that, a man sized host will be devoured completely, with nothing left but the bones.

The maggots will then travel together, looking for a suitable place to hide, usually under logs, boulders, hollows of trees, even in the crook of tree branches.  They will begin then to gather in a tight ball, once more secreting the sticky fluid and forming a froth.

         Diet
Larval snowflakes feed on nearly anything, from the flesh of their host, to vegetable matter and carrion.  They are voracious eaters, eating several times their own weight in a relatively short amount of time.

As adults, it does not appear that they eat.  If these creatures do not find a host in which to lay their eggs, they appear to die within a day or two.  It is this fact alone that keeps the snowflake population from growing completely out of control.  If they do find a host, it seems that the energy expended in laying the eggs leaves the Fisah-eck-Shanno nearly dead.  Within a few hours at most, the creature will die.

         Mating
There does not seem to be any mating ritual between individual snowflakes.  In fact, there do not seem to be any sexes at all, within the snowflake species.  All snowflakes seem capable of laying eggs, which do not need fertilization.  The snowflakes emerge from the froth able to lay eggs immediately.  Also, the maggots can lay eggs once they are implanted in a host.  Within a day, as they devour the flesh, more maggots will be born.

Usages
There is no known use for adult Snowflakes.  However, a few of the more adventurous northern people have found use for the froth.  In particular, some froths seemed to be infected with what has become known as Froth Blight, where the froth turns a black-blue colour and secretes a milky brown liquid.  This froth blight kills the froth, rendering it harmless.  It is unknown how this blight is spread from one froth to another, or how the froth contracts it.  The thick liquid that oozes from it can then be used as an unguent.  If applied to the skin, it acts as a repellent.  It is said that the Snowflakes will not land on a person who is suitably swathed in the liquid.  Of course, this is so far unconfirmed, as direct evidence of this working has yet to be substantiated.  It seems that there is a drought of willing participants when it comes to testing this salve.

Myth/Lore

The mythical hero Uraghadze is a favourite subject of Ice Tribe mythology.  There is a story related of how Uraghadze had an encounter with a snowflake froth.  As with most Uraghadze myths, it does not seem to be a morality tale, nor an allagorical one.  Instead, it simply illustrates the Ice Tribes’ belief that the strength of man can overcome the forces of nature.  Many times this includes the help of one or more of the gods, and sometimes it is in spite of these deity's intervention.  The tale of Uraghadze has been told for generations, and seems to be of Remusian origin, even though the hero himself seems to be of indeterminate origin.

The Trial of Uraghadze

In the before time, when gods walked the world with men, the hero Uraghadze Hanno-eck-Icsain, Uraghadze Ice-Hand, had many adventures.  Now it happened that one spring, after a very long and cold winter, his clan was short on meat.  Uraghadze decided to go off in search of game.  He travelled to the Gathorn Mountains, where prey was more plentiful.  Once there, it did not take long before he came across the track of a Tar’andus deer.  Gripping his spear tighter in anticipation of a fruitful hunt, Uraghadze set off after the animal.

Now, as much as Uraghadze was loved and revered by his clan, he had garnerred the ire of a number of the gods.  In particular, Necteref hated the hero for killing his animal companion, Caracal.  Necteref too was in the mountains that day, and he did spy the hero on his hunt, and decided to make mischief on him.

Uraghadze trudged on through the mountains, further and further, lured by a great Tar'andus buck, with a rack greater than Uraghadze had ever seen before.  His heart beat strongly in his chest, as he imagined the amount of meat this magnificent creature would bring.  Onward he ventured, each time only catching a glimpse of the buck as it trotted over the next ridge.

The Tar'andus buck was no other than Necteref, leading the hero further and further away.  The god had a plan, as dark and evil as there ever had been.  Necteref knew that within the Gathorn Mountains, there existed a creature so foul, so dangerous, that the hero would not be able to save himself through strength alone, nor with cunning.  The god was leading Uraghadze toward a froth of Fisah-eck-Shanno, the Snowflake insects.

For five days and five nights, Uraghadze chased the buck, always just out of range to throw his spear.  On the sixth day, Uraghadze stopped, his body aching from the effort; his belly crying out for food; his hands and feet numb from the cold.  He sank to his knees, and tilted back his head, letting forth a howl of rage that shook the very mountains themselves.  He had failed his people, and now they would die without the food the buck would have brought.

As he knelt there, tears streaming down his face, forming a trail of ice along his cheek, he saw with wonder the buck approaching him.  Uraghadze tried to heft his giant spear, but his strength was gone and he could not.  Then, as he watched helplessly, the buck stood up on its hind legs.  The great rack that Uraghadze had so wanted to take as a trophy, seemed to melt away, and the front legs became hands.  The buck's face then transformed, and the true form of Necteref was revealed to the hero.

"Why?  Why have you deceived me so my people shall die of hunger?"

"Your crime is arrogance, Uraghadze.  Arrogance in thinking that you are equal to a god; arrogance in thinking that you could challenge and kill Caracal without incurring my wrath; and arrogance in thinking that Nechya, the mother of your kind, will always be there to help you.  For this crime, the punishment is death."

To the hero's horror, he saw that Necteref was standing near a small alicott bush, of which a large froth had hardened around its base.  Now it started to tremble, and soon it began to crack and split.  First one, then another and another of small white insects emerged from the brown coloured froth.  Some began to roll and crawl across the snowtop, heading toward Uraghadze, while others expanded and were picked up on the wind that came from Necteref as he blew them toward the mortal.

Uraghadze knew that these insects were Fisah-eck-Shanno - creatures as small as they were deadly, who would bite into his skin, burrow into his flesh, and infest it with maggots who would eat his living body from the inside until nothing but bones and hair would be left.

Uraghadze tried to run, but his legs would not obey him, and he could not move.  As he knelt in the snow, he lifted his chin proudly and faced the vengeful god before him.  "Then I die, but I die a man!  I die a child of Nechya, having lived with her grace, and it is my honour to do so."

A smile crossed the face of the god, and he looked upon the mortal with contempt.  "Yes, you will die, human.  Alone, cold, and in much pain."  The image of the god then transformed once more to the shape of the buck.  It then turned and bounded easily through the snow and far away.

Uraghadze watched the buck disappear, then looked at the approaching terror; resigned to his fate.  As the first insects neared him, so that he closed his eyes and awaited their painful burrowing into his flesh, he was surprised when it did not come.  He opened his eyes again, and watched in wonder as the insects nearest him stopped their advance.

Like an eddy in a body of water, the snowflakes began to travel in a slow wide circle, slowly traveling inward, tighter and tighter, faster and faster.  Not only the insects on the ground, but those in the air as well, as if blown by a strange wind.  More and more snowflakes gathered, slowly taking shape; slowly getting larger.  Insect against insect; one atop the next, it built upon itself, becoming a mysterious entity.  

Thousands of Fisah-eck-Shanno came together, more than Uraghadze could count; more than there are stars in the night sky.  Slowly they transformed from many small insects to one large creature; its flesh a trembling mass of snowflakes.  This new creature took a shape, and that shape was a woman.  Although its face had no eyes that were real, no mouth that was real, nor any other feature that a face should have, Uraghadze recognized that very face.  It was the goddess Nechya.

Muted, silent, it stared at him with ethereal eyes, its head cocked to one side.  How it was able to stare at him without real eyes, but simply a hole in the writhing mass on snowflakes, cannot be guessed at by mortal minds.  But stare it did, and its mouthed seemed to move as if speaking, but no sound came forth.

Uraghadze could not help but feel a shiver course through him, for he knew he was witnessing the power of the gods; the power of Nechya herself!  Using his spear as a support, he pulled himself to his feet, feeling strength return to him, as if he drew on the power of the goddess.

The creature, the entity, the goddess, for how does one describe such a being, then lifted an arm and pointed.  Insects swarmed about the limb, causing it to form, dissolve, then reform again many times over and over.  It was solid, and as smoke all at once.  Real and nightmare.

Uraghadze understood.  He was to leave; to get as far from there as he could.  Leaning heavily on his spear, he hurried away, looking over his shoulder often to see if the creature would follow, but it did not.  Rather, it stood motionless, yet constantly moving, its arm outstretched in its invocation.  Then, all at once, the creature collapsed in a grand display of swarming Fisah-eck-Shanno.  But Uraghadze was safe; far from the white terror.

The hero made his way back.  Down from the mighty Gathorn Mountains, back to the empty flatness of the Frozen Wastes he walked.  Though he lived, spared by the mercy of the goddess Nechya, his heart was heavy, for he returned with no meat.  How many of his people would die without the food he was to bring?  He had failed them.

Suddenly, as his clan came into view, there stood before him a majestic deer, its antlers twice the size of the rack he had seen on the buck that was Necteref.  This meat would save his people, feeding them for a long time.  Taking aim, Uraghadze threw his spear with all his strength.  His aim was true, and the Tar'andus buck was felled.

As he picked up the carcass and threw it over his shoulders to carry home, he looked to the sky, and gave his thanks to the great mother, Nechya.

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« Reply #1 on: 14 March 2009, 02:46:37 »

Worked on this one day when a big, white, fluffy feather seemed to have an unusual attraction to me while floating in the air  It kinda looked like a spider, and I have arachnophobia, so it gave me the willies in a big way. shocked

Have the pencil up, but comments welcome. :D
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« Reply #2 on: 14 March 2009, 03:18:30 »

wow! i really like them! in a weird kind of scared and vaguely grossed out way, that is. the image of a storm of little fluffy bugs lifting off is brilliant.
just one question -  "has six to eight legs protruding from it" - that confused me. it seems highly unusual for an animal, especially one that's largely airborne, to grow an extra pair of legs. do some have seven legs? it might benefit from some clarification, i dunno. :D
just a note on the whole floating spiders thing - i don't know if you've heard of how some baby spiders spin tiny parachutes from silk and use it to travel away from the nest. they can go for miles - you see it sometimes on cold mornings round here, it's really pretty. do your snowflakes make silk?
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« Reply #3 on: 14 March 2009, 03:28:54 »

Grrrrr. ...  Closes eyes and runs


You could compare it with Mira'a Living Sand. It is something entirly different, but as deadly - Living Snow (flakes)
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« Reply #4 on: 14 March 2009, 03:36:55 »

Oh.. I like that Living Sand entry.  Yes, it is kind of reminiscent of that.  Glad that Living Sand doesn't wander around the Rahaz Dath buck
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« Reply #5 on: 21 May 2009, 10:52:02 »

It is a fine entry, but too nightmarish a creature IMO, I would not wish to see it on santharian.

Your party runs across one, and they are dead. The end. That doesn't make for good story and would likely not be used for that very reason.(even if a party is in the area where they are most common) Maybe there could be some kind of cure for the eggs? You could detail where you get the cure, what it is made of, how it is made who has knowledge of it, etc.  But still too nightmarish. Could they perhaps be slightly easier to spot amongst real snowflakes? Their eggs take longer to hatch and kill?

The name is also bad, the fact that they do indeed resemble their name makes it even worse. "Oh no, those aren't snowflakes, those are snowflakes!"  A name IMO should never be identical to a common object else you are asking for confusion. Maybe you could alter the name slightly? A 'snowflakel'?  I don't know, I'm not good at names.
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« Reply #6 on: 21 May 2009, 11:07:52 »

Just a quick jotting down of initial thouhts, not close to an entry yet.  I will keep your comments in mind when I do go forward on this, but I will say that the reason I developed them WAS to be nightmarish.  They were originally concieved for Azhira's Mists area, but I loved them so much I wanted them a bit closer to my own area.  I will be working on this after my Remusian rewrite is done.

You wanna comment on something?  Try tackling THAT behemoth, lol.
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« Reply #7 on: 21 May 2009, 11:08:55 »

Remaom, the dev board does not exist to serve the RP board, which I seem to remember you having been told before. There are animals that lay their eggs in live hosts, though not normally on such a scale, and it is a valid survival tactic (essentially piggybacking the survival of the eggs on the survival instinct of another animal). I personally don't find this "too nightmarish". Look up tapeworms if you still find the idea of this creature abhorrent.

@Altario, perhaps a connection to Groshmites is in order? They have almost identical (eat anything in sight) eating habits and the swarm tendencies (though the mature Groshmites swarm as well)
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« Reply #8 on: 21 May 2009, 11:17:15 »

Tapeworms don't normally kill. They just cause their host to eat more. And there is cures for tapeworm.

No not specifically to serve the roleplaying aspect, but it is meant to be a world to be lived in on the roleplaying side. They are connected.  If someone on the roleplaying side were to write story happening in the Gathorn Mountains as the entry is now, would be forced to pretend it has no such creature living there.

In which case, what is the purpose of the entry? It becomes clutter then.

But maybe I should waste no more time justifying myself to you Valen. Altario already said he would keep my concerns in mind.
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« Reply #9 on: 21 May 2009, 11:44:50 »

Well, I would imagine the RPG moderators and scenario creators would prevent the presence of such an infestation from appearing unless the story calls for it. Besides, if one character gets infected all of the characters do, these are creatures with a mind of their own. Nobody is controlling them for their own personal gain.

@Altario: I love this creature, it's particularly creative. The idea of insect snow is terrific!
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« Reply #10 on: 21 May 2009, 11:52:36 »

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if one character gets infected all of the characters do, these are creatures with a mind of their own. Nobody is controlling them for their own personal gain.

Who said someone was controlling them for their own personal gain? Where are you getting this stuff? The fact remains that as of now, they are simply random party instadeath. I can't see that being helpful for any story.

I don't see how that is a positive contribution to the world. I don't see the point of adding nightmares to the world, just for the horror aspect. IMO it should be about living in the world more then dying in the world. So dangers should be generally surmounterable.

I don't see the point of adding a entry that would not be used, then it is just clutter. Supposedly they exist there, but in actually they don't since noone uses them (how it would end up)

But we shall see what Altario makes of them.
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« Reply #11 on: 21 May 2009, 12:17:47 »

Please, lets not clutter the threads with pointless arguments.  Rem and Valen, both of you sniping at one another has got to stop, as it makes the both of you look childish.

If you have comments you wish to post here, it is more than appreciated.  But, keep them to the subject at hand, and keep them professional in tone.

This development world is a separate entity than the RPG.  Nothing is created here for the express purpose of furthering the game.  What is created here is created for the World of Caelereth.  As such, not everything that has been created here is usable by the RPG.  The Admins and Story mods of the RPG have a certain latitude when it comes to incorporating the creations of this side into the game.  The Character Restrictions list is a perfect example of this.

Thus, any argument that these creatures, or any other creature for that matter, are too powerful for any story that is placed within their environment, holds no merit on this side.  If you wish to argue that they are too powerful for the environment and ecosystem I have placed them in, it is a different matter, and that I will need to explain well enough why they deserve to be there, adjust the creature, or relocate them.  But, at the first mention of RPG, and your argument becomes moot.

So, Valen, Rem, et al, please keep any personal animosity between yourselves off the boards.  Both of you have travelled over more than one thread creating a feud that is making you both look bad and not adding anything to the communal spirit of the site.  Rem, you need to stop taking the comments that people are volunteering their time and effort to make in order to help you, and replying to them in a "So what?  I don't care" attitude that is becoming taxing on everyone who is reading them.  Keeping that up will see a drastic reduction in people helping you, which is akin to development suicide.  Nothing gets integrated without going through the approval process.  Valen, you need to stop making Rem your personal pet project.  Following him around the boards and arguing everything he writes puts you in the same category as he, which you apparently find offensive.

Personally, I will take comments from anyone kind enough and willing enough to give them.  I may integrate them, or not, but all are welcome to offer their ideas and opinions.

Heh, its been awhile since I climbed up on my soapbox on this side of the boards.  Lets hope I find no more reason too.
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« Reply #12 on: 21 May 2009, 15:34:08 »

Well, I certainly wouldn't like to cross one of these on a dark and cold mountain ... or a cold mountain in the middle of the day for that matter.

It is scary and frightening ... and I'd say you've certainly met your aim of making it nightmarish, Altario.

Just a question ... I'm a primary school teacher in RL ... and insects aka mini beasts are one of the topics we cover with the kids in about year one or year two. We always tell the kids that insects have 3 pairs of legs and usually either one or two pairs of wings. Would you consider just keeping it at 6 legs?

Also, don't forget the 'u' in behaviour! :D

I look forward to seeing how it develops
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« Reply #13 on: 21 May 2009, 16:31:31 »

For your notes, Alt, some brief observations on my end:

two nailsbreadths is not a 'small' insect - that's two inches!   How about reducing the size to actual 'flake size' - four to six grains?  (about a cm, say?)  It's still strong enough en masse...    and I love the dramatic picture of dangerous snowflakes flurrying about!   

Obviously if you're caught in a swarm of these, you're pretty much toast in a very unpleasant way, because you probably can't dig out all the eggs before they hatch and burrow deeper, and you might die from blood loss anyhow first.  But I'd imagine that if you've escaped with only a few bite locations (perhaps twenty or thirty eggs total0 and you can reach most of them with the blade of your belt knife, etc. you'd try to slash and squeeze for dear life - literally.  You might be scarred, depending upon how deep the eggs are injected (but the insect is too small to get them more than subdermal at first) or where the bites were, but it should be possible to survive.  Perhaps you can incorporate some notes on that into your discussion of treatment?   

How about certain ointments being effective if applied immediately (something thick and oleaginous that literally suffocates and poisons the maggots as soon as they hatch and before they can burrow?)  The ointment would be hard to make, expensive, and not exactly common, but travellers venturing into Deathflake-infested areas might very well pay a premium for it.    Is there, perhaps, even some plant with a strongly deterrent scent that could be turned into a repellent oil?  Again, a few bites might get through, but you'd be increasing your chances of survival...

Usefulness:    The froth, and perhaps the Flakes themselves, might be excellent reagents for Wind spells, no?   Perhaps a couple of gnomes who like to live dangerously (not a common racial trait, but there must be a few out there) keep a 'hatch' in very careful captivity, harvesting the sticky fluid that the maggots produce (leaving only enough for a few to reproduce the next generation froth) for use in incredibly strong glues and permanent varnishes? 

All in all, a nastily creative insect which might owe more to Northern blackflies than I like to remember....   :)   Bravo!
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« Reply #14 on: 22 May 2009, 04:04:46 »

Some very clever ideas Judith. Though I don't like the idea of being able to keep them in captivity, it doesn't work for me. Plus we need methods of keeping the population down.

Most insects and such can not survive in adult form, short of actually functioning, in cold. So how does yours manage it? Can they produce their own heat? How hot do they get? Please note that generating heat requires energy/food and your adults don't feed it seems.

Some population limiters are needed or else I think they would destroy a area. Here are a few ideas. Maybe not all are needed, but at least some.

Lifespan:

How long does it take for the larva to get mature enough to turn into adults?

How long do the adults live?

The adults could die after laying their eggs.

Food:

Could they require more food then just the target of the adults? If so, how long could they go without food? Why did you make them able to eat vegetable matter? I don't see they would ever have reason to do so. If they require more food then just the target of the adult to survive, that would be reason. But then limited types of food they can eat will help keep down numbers.

Perhaps froths just hatch at specific times, if they can't find food soon enough, they die. Before then, they could feed on each other.

Predators:
One or more species of bird or other fliers that can pick off adults.

Certain creatures that eat the froth balls. Of course this would require they not activate the moment anything draws near and that these balls take time to mature.

Some kind of other creature even smaller then them that lays eggs in them. Perhaps lays eggs in their froths, eating them as they sleep. Or lays eggs in their larva. which could be timed to hatch after they froth up.

Disease:

Some infection that kills them.

Reproduction:

Less eggs could be laid by adults. Or a high incident of flakes being deformed in some way that they can't reach adulthood.

They could need Sexual reproduction, it would slow them down and makes it a bit harder to reproduce.

Miscellanous required conditions:

What keeps them in that area? What ever it is could also be a population limiter factor. For example, they might require certain temperatures to survive. They might need certain moisture levels. If the moisture levels aren't right, they might die of dehydration or be vulnerable to disease.







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