CLASS: ARTHROPOID

   The fusion of a human with a botfly. Though sluggish, shy, clumsy and lacking a mouth opening, the female Wharvle is not to be underestimated, as she carries with her a constant supply of blood-sucking clone-spawn to lob at potential prey. Gorging themselves on bodily fluids, the surprisingly fast-moving creatures will return to their mother, penetrate her belly and inject their meal directly into her digestive system, withering and dying moments later. Copulation with a male will produce more viable offspring, capable of maturing into adult Wharvle with a steady supply of prey.

   Wharvle demonstrate a great deal of affection for even their non-viable young, yet no significant emotion towards their demise.