Redcaps are also in the category of rather monstrous creatures who are not to be trifled with. I would not usually seek one out, but I was driving to a friend's house and I had to go down several deep and winding dirt roads to get there. I was roughly a half an hour away from the nearest town, and I passed a dilapidated old barn on a large crop of overgrown land that was roughly fenced off with barbed wire. It had rained the previous day, and so there was a light fog hovering on the ground. It was incredibly eerie, but I knew there were a number of fascinating creatures lurking around on the property. On my way home, I pulled over at the edge of the property and as soon as I turned my car off, I could hear a high-pitched yelping. It sounded excited, and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I wasn't sure anymore if I wanted to know what was near that barn. But moments later, the thing that made the noise came up to the edge of the fence. All I could do was stare. I was very glad I'd decided to stay in the car at that point. The creature, (as I did my best to draw him above) was very much like a goblin. Indeed, I'd go so far as to say they are in the same family. Eventually, when I realized the animal wouldn't stray beyond his marked perimeter, I rolled down my window and spoke to it. It spoke back. This was incredible, because goblins don't usually speak english, from what I've heard, but I learn new things every day about the evolution of these ancient unseen beings, and it appears that many of them have adopted the native language of the land they live on, as this one did, though very poorly. He was hard to understand. He over-annunciated many of his words, and had a harsh, coarse voice. Though is was very clear that he thought about what he said before he said it. He told me he had lived here for ninety years. He only likes fresh raw meat and especially the blood. He steals clothes when he finds them and washes them in "the blood puddles" (whatever that means) and his favorite pass-times include killing squirrels and collecting rocks to throw at passing cars.
Elves, like vampires, witches, and werewolves, are of the humanoid fairy realm whom continue to live among other humans. Cleverly disguising their true features, elves look very much like tall, slender, graceful and other-worldy people. In their true form, they reveal themselves to have pointed ears and emit a soft glowing aura and translucent white skin. They appear to float when walking, having a grace and poise about them that transcends the laws of gravity. They are often solitary creatures these days, living to be up to thousands of years old. They are wise, melancholy, and often spend their time staring off into an ancient past that humans can only imagine. Most elves would prefer to avoid human interaction due to their differences in lifespan. Befriending humans becomes a painful process for elves to bear, knowing that their friend will perish in a very short time when compared to their own life. Elves know a particular brand of magic, which is unlike that of which many stories say. They do not cast spells or curses or anything like what witches do, but they may spend many hundreds of years learning what they call "the grey arts" which is a brand of - for lack of a better word - magic. They learn to control and manipulate time, space, light, earth, and their own bodies. They may learn how to control a room full of people, based on their emotions. If you sit by an elf whom appears to be feeling particularly morose, so will you, and so will the person next to you. Elves may brighten or darken the mood of a room in a matter or minutes. Elves have always been, and still are rather detached from any particular god or gods, though historically it has been documented that elves are in regular contact with several particular gods if they are called upon. They have always kept to themselves, and wait to speak until spoken to. They (traditionally) stay out of the way of humans, but this has changed drastically over the years, as many of them now seek out the company of humans. From what I could gather, this is because of a dispute with a ruling elf clan many years ago. According to their history, many elves thought of humans as weak and unreliable, when other elves had faith in the human race, and felt the need to support and help them. Their war still quietly rages on, and those who do not like humans are never seen by us.