Blessed are those who know not the horror that is the Vat'char.
The Vat'char are things bred from foul cauldrons, formed of man, leech, and predatory feline. They are known most for their glowing orange eyes, mistaken at night as a kind of beautiful glowing flower by those unfortunate enough to come upon them. They lair in mud wallows and marshlands, coming out at night to hunt. Vat'char are ambush hunters, and feed on the blood and soft tissue of their prey. Their victim's are easily identified: thins husks with a tell-tale bite mark in the shape of an azalea.
To take one on is to fight against tooth, claw, and vicious tentacle. To fight one alone is certain death. Paralytic venom drips from the barbed tips of its tentacles, and its eyes see through shadow and water. It chooses to strike its victim first with its sting, then latch on and begin feeding. Its hunger is voracious, and it cares little what struggle its prey will put up.
Vat'Char are bred by the depraved minds of those too lost in the eldritch secrets of dark magic to care about what they are unleashing. Some foul sorcerers keep them as pets, and more often then not these fools become the Vat'char's meal.
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It's the "shape of an azalea" line that really makes this one for me. Gets my vote.