Among the lush flower-fields on the western edge of the Broken Plains, slow trodding Blomlux graze in great herds. Sipping nectar from the leagues of rolling flowering grasslands with their long prehensile proboscis, these peaceful docile beasts standing at two meters to the top-most spine want nothing more than to grow their sap wombs for their internally gestating pupae. When predators or tribesmen near the herd the outlaying Blomuxes will turn out their spiny backsides wobbling the nerve deadening spines to any foolish to get too near.