82nd Muttation Contest

Brief Summary: First impressions matter. And this creature, easily spanning seven feet in length, have a very, very intimidating first impression. Their tails are barbed, their teeth dripping with a mixture of venom and hungry saliva. And they're fast, climbing up the walls, clearing hundreds of yards in seconds. Xenions are the world's most perfect hunters, and their lives are dedicated to catching their prey. Once they do, they bite their victim in the neck so that the poison quickly spreads to the brain and finishes whatever job the mauling didn't. Few people escape a xenion alive, even fewer escape without being poisoned, and none escape without injury. From the moment you see its shadow, its tall, slender frame headed your way, you begin praying that you'll be the exception.
Poision, Edible, or Neither? ??? idk tbh poisonous?

Brief Summary: The electrical hum within the floor lulls you to sleep, but it is a different sound that wakes you up. Harmonious, sweet, vaguely familiar. Like that of a cricket's chirp, only deeper and louder. Your eyes search the area around you, peeled for what could possibly be making the sound when you see it, rising from the ground. When comes the point it should stop ascending, it does not. It hovers there, bobbing up and down in the air as if tied to a string. It appears to be some morbid mix between a jellyfish and an insect, with viscous, damp flesh and several tentacle-like appendages dangling beneath its vaguely serpentine body. The sound you heard may have been coming from the wings on its back, but the sound they emit now is closer to the twirl of a helicopter blade. It folds in on itself and stretches in ways that don't seem possible, you aren't even sure where the thing's face is to be honest. But you are certain of one thing. It is coming toward you.
Poision, Edible, or Neither? nonedible

Brief Summary: You think at first it is a tree, partially uprooted. The gnarled, knotted legs are steady, the trunk firm and sure. It is only when you look up through the mist that always seems to accompany the majorae that you see a pair of glowing red eyes looking back at you. This is not what it seems. The thought has barley crossed your mind when one of the appendages you thought was a root system moves, pointing one of its jagged, sharp legs directly toward you. Before you have time to run, a black fog begins to pour from it, cloaking you in darkness as you struggle not to breathe it in. Of course, it is futile. Only moments from fainting, you gasp, sucking the substance down and crumbling to the ground as it begins to do its job. You close your eyes and when you open them again, you feel a sense of rage you cannot explain: a need to kill. Something. Anything. You are no longer prey, but the top of a separate food chain. You'd be content with killing the creature, sure, but you see the others getting prepared as well. You hope they do not take this from you, because if you don't kill the majorae, you'll be forced to find something else to satiate the blood lust within you.

tl;dr: roll to see if poison is ingested. anyone who ingests the poison has to kill something, if they don't, the poison slowly drives them crazy and eventually causes hallucinations. (Purely ic?)
Poision, Edible, or Neither? poisonous