Swanflict - revised
The latest generation of the true swan bloodline. Common swans betray the beast's true essence, of an alpha predator! Wings so fine they cut like knives, with detachable feathers. Grace, cunning. So white it reflects the sun, causing temporary blindness. Has an eagle eye (a term that swans hate by the way, as it is a bastardized form of the original 'swan's eye'), and with it, amazing aim - able to hit a target dead on, from more than a mile away. An intolerable arrogance, befitting of its lineage.
S'quarrel - putting a pin in this squirrel talk
A paint addled squirrel. Once an ordinary pest, the Squarrel fell in to a vat of paint, and ate its way out. This transformative process swelled it to the size of a moose. Lead in paint has made its blood toxic, silicas bonded with its muscles, lending strength and density. Massive, ever growing incisors seek bone on which to be cut. Maddened state causes fearless, rabid behavior - will attack beyond the limitations of self preservation. Can stuff a full beast competitor in its paunchy cheeks. Skin flaps between limbs allows for gliding and soft landings.
Born of the same sludge that once bred the mighty Godzilla, Japanese import the Spicy Tuna presents a more quizzical, but no less lethal threat. An air-breathing, land walking tuna fish, the size (and weight) of a milk truck. It's scales are fine and easily shed, abrasive to the touch en masse, and worse, intensely irritating. Knowing this, the Spicy Tuna will release bellows of the stuff, swirling around it like clouds of mace. Can raise body temperature to a boil, leading to its preferred method of attack: laying atop felled pray until it heat and weight melts the foe to nothing. Spicy Tuna may be served raw, but that hasn't reduced its love of cooking!
The Red Panda*
Communist China's answer to Big Boris - a 9th generation Red Panda, eugenically forged. Oh they said it was to save an endangered species, and yes, re-population was involved, but the stronger pandas, they were taken underground. And from them, monsters were made! Years of captive, selective breeding - hump-and-dumps, and not the sexy type, oh no, like the hump now, then we shoot the male and dump him in a trench of carrion, kinda stuff, with rampant DNA splicing and genes from god knows where (it glows in the damn dark!). Though the Red Panda is genetically similar to a raccoon, and not a true bear, it is truly the size of a bear. Raised by the state, taught only by experts. It is rangy, adaptive, and It's beliefs are unwavering. It's armament is tame by MBDM standards - metal claws, metal teeth, two back mounted, retracting gun turrets, and mortar firing from its chest. But then comes the twist: it receives remote, tactical orders via a communications panel integrated directly in to its grey matter, from an offsite base using spy satellites. Cheating? Nah man, national pride.
The world's first super computer to reach sentience, the AI-ai is a robot, straight-up. But, but, but - it's in the form of an ai-ai (still counts!). For reasons beyond our fathoming, the AI determined this to be the ideal form for a living thing, and mimicked it to the last fingernail. Inorganic, composed of self replicating nano-bytes surrounding a central processor. Can rebuild itself indefinitely. Utilizes lasers in its beady eyes, and whip-like extending fingers. An analytical approach born of an intelligence that dwarfs the whole of mankind. So what is it doing here? Again, unfathomable.