A creature hauled itself from the dark waters and looked to the Kudu with beautifully dazzling eyes. The Kudu nodded at the gorgeous creature. “Your song gets better every time I hear it,” The Kudu laughed.

Trex, the beast of the mountains was a king unlike anything the Kudu had seen before. The rocks bowed down to him and the grass danced right along with him to the jovial tune of nature itself. The skies joined in his singing that could be heard echoing across his lands.

Some potions glowing in the dark corners of the well kept little shop catch the Kudu’s eyes. She knows if there’s ever an ingredient she needs, the grinning beast behind the counter is the one to come to.

Voodoo Mishap Toys; ... Kudu Mishaps. In the art of making Voodoo, there is bound to be some mistakes. Good intentions melt to mishaps and monstrosities. But these imperfect monsters birthed from some mixed up magic are just as worthy of a good home. So what will it be? Will you take home a Voodoo Mishap today?

The Kudu had agreed, her curiosity peaked. So here she was, having come back time and time again with a pack full of food cooked by the villagers hands. Meats, breads and the freshest produce they could offer.

The Kudu nods and before she can blink the sleek werewolf is gone, racing through the forest. The Kudu presses her horse forward, it obeys with a toss of its head and a shrill whinny. And just like that they are off.

This toy glows in the dark! This toy is discounted due to a divot that does not hinder usage!

When dealing in the art of Voodoo, mistakes are surely to happen. Good intentions become mishaps and monstrosities. But even creatures that are birthed from a failed experiment are worthy of a good home! So what do you say? Will you bring home a Voodoo Mishap today?

Stella the MoonWalker The lanterns are lit early tonight. Shutters are closed and doors are bolted with multiple locks. The people tuck themselves away before the sun goes down. Animals are collected up and put in safe guarded barns. Not even the farm dogs are left outside tonight. Even they are allowed into the safe w

He was never one for clothing. In fact at any opportunity Trex was known for taking off his garments. A beast of the mountains there was no need for such things. He was a king of his domain, ruling with a stern fist but a kind heart. When the Kudu visited the noble lands she was always greeted by Trex and his army of f