Day 10 : Ideas!

So today I had two creative ideas. I will list one of them here.

Tenders: Tenders are the guardians of the forest. They wander the grounds at night protecting the sacred ground. They are born by a prison of vines and organic plant material that grew from the dirt. These prisons stand erect in the soil facing away from the rising sun and towards the moon. They stand for 50 years, growing; the seed inside forming into a creature that is the organic's world only predator. Inside, the young tender is growing its legs and skin and eyes. There eyes are the most mystifying aspect of these creatures. Dark as coals (that cry crystal tears! Just joshing.) with no irises or pupils. Simply blackness. If you look into them it is as if your are looking into a void in the universe. Once fully grown, the creature will emerge into the night. It's skin is still too tender to face the sun. Now it must feed, for it is a creature. But on what? It can not absorb the water that falls from the sky. It does not have the nutrients it needs. The tender must consume blood by the 12th hour of its existence or it will shrivel from this world and nothing will be left but a husk of its body. This is the reason so few can be found, the forest they live in is isolated and wildly hunted. For although everyone grew up with the mythical warning never to trespass on the sacred land, the humans grew bold, stupid, and ignorant. Every scrap of wild game has been erased from its boundaries and each time a plant prison is seen, it is burned. It is burned from fear; for although the tenders are few in number. The few who do live have the strength and stamina of wolves and the hatred of a thousand years. They do not forgive and the only thing left to feed is the humans.
Slaughter justified by survival.