How could such a weird world have begun to exist? What forces lays behind it all?
Well...
Maybe few have thought of this for ideas for canon before, but I randomly found some creativity flowing, so here's some of my own rabblings for anyone who's half-heartedly concerned.
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There were many great wizards, angelic beings able to possess an earthly form at will, who most of which took great pride in having learned the outmost masterful ability to make real
souls. Soon the wizards, either by themselves or with aid of more specialized craftsmen of creation, began forming their own separated worlds. Upon completion these were proudly shown off to their community, and beyond, nearly endlessly vast and powerful as this kingdom of the
formless were. One of these great and admired makers stood however out from the well-known gang. Wizard Enamunekya.
Ill-fittet socially and clumsy by behaviour, Enamunekya would surely never ever fit in among the rest of the great wizards. Altough he was indeed quite powerful and had the inherited abilitys of a long linage of ancestors, as the eternal rest they'd choosed, he was still unfortunetly just the kind of wizard who could screw up a simple light-and-shade-spell.
As his high-horsed proud colleges took great pride in the colorful, shallow and sometimes violent worlds they worked on creating, he began the quest to make his very own
earth ground. Once the general size, light, matter and grounds were set in place and things seemed to work quite bug-free, he was struck by an event which would forever change the fate of his baby world. He had seen the only human woman taken to live in their realm, and she still retained her matter form. While the thoughts of fleshy lusting and making babys was not something Enamunekya would, or even could, bother with, he still simply fell in love with this human form and its every shape.
Working hard he didn't seize; using this wonderful creation of Planet Earth as an irrestistable source of inspiration, soon his world was swarmed with the forms seen that space-alchohol stricken night at the space-party; repeated time and time again. There were fish-women, tree-women, snake-women, bird-women, squid-women (quite the extra effort to get just right!); never could he stop and never did he.
Upon completetion, and after adding in a whole bunch of random forest critters to hopefully create a somewhat functional eco-system, many of the designs, once again, borrowed from Earth, he felt satisfied enough to show off his creation to the rest of the great wizards (who doubted how serious they should take him).
Then under his colleagues critical eyes awoke the first Souls in their bodys, in the brand new world he'd named "Felarya". Laughted at was his creation, but he refused to take shame in his heart, for he felt only love for the things he'd made. Even after the said creations began eating each others. He still felt he'd created a beautiful, rich and, although not fully stable, atleast
different world.
Though it really would be better if the poor souls from his colleagues world's did stop spawning in to his own not perfectly coded world, resulting unfortunetly in them mostly getting slayed instantly by his now multi-sized, flesh eating, mostly female hybrids (had to throw a few males in there after all... even he realised).
So it was not perfect, but this was his life work, and proud he remained! All this races had their own special traits, and none seemed to be particularly OP over eachother. The ecosystem seemed... stable (after increasing the spawn of the little fellows, of course... Unfortunetly it seemed things otherwise got a bit too much in their disfavour resulting in disappointing numbers. He really hoped for some fascinating temples and structures to show up in his lands, but such undertakings demanded a good numbers of tiny-population afterall).
It wasn't a peaceful place. It wasn't a stable place. And it sure as hell didn't do much to hide a certain theme of admiration running through most of the main races of the lands. But it was his and made by his hand alone (mostly) and he sure took pride in it.
At times he would wander through the natures of Felarya in his prechosen (and unchangable) bodily form for this world; an old man cloaked in grey with a pointy hat, barely a presence in the daily life whichever he passed by, although all that did notice him found themselves with an insuppressable strange feeling of loyalty and love for the mysterious old man.
"Yikes", he thought, having witnessed first hand many "fellow" human-sized beings merclessly devourered in a nature gone wild, "Atleast these rampant women-things are pure enough to feel that much of me."
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Well, that's it, the weird, crappy "story" is over. I don't know if this is some "idea" or whatever, but I felt like it would be a little bit of fun if a place like Felarya has a bit of a backstory, and well, guess you can call this my "shot".