The wastes of rage

 Would the shee have a hand in designing biomes? Perhaps the shee took bites out of albia and encapsulated them by the ark. If they did create biomes however, as I speculated they would for a zero g biome, then the banshee would certainly do the same.

Control is their main desire, and suffering of others seems to be something they enjoy, if the lone shee stories are anything to go by. Certainly, much of their biomes would be rainforest, jungle and marshes to fit their hybrid reptilian physiology, but some might exist merely as open laboratories for their unethical experiments.

One such experimental petridishes I could imagine would be an eternal battlezone. Endless battle has tilled the soil into a grey mud, unending rains batters the trenches.

Here life had been designed to accomodate violence. The fruits and vegitables growing in the mud hold adrenaline and anger, poppies sprouting in this despair would heal creatures somewhat to keep them in the fight. Pests inject agression, as do the critters when eaten.

Such an adrenaline filled place, predatory and violent could never be sustainable, were it not that the Banshee discovered the warp even before the lone Shee did. Open, one-way warp portals supply this hellish land constantly with the life it devours.

Weedy corn stalks grow their red cobs, until the corn grows angry enough to pop into hatefull popcorn. Red poppies pop their blushing, sleepy heads out of the tilled and torn fields, providing the only little medicinal and soothing effects that can be found there.

Syringe-flies aggrivate creatures, injecting them with anger, driving creatures to fight. The flies feed off the defeated.

Crowlike carrion birds chatter deceptive lies, turning even the closest creatures against each other. Barbed shrubs grow in tangled coppices, offering the few fruits that can be eaten harmlessly, once the prickly shell is slapped off.

Trench turtles are mobile hives of juicy bullet bugs, rattling out with agressive speed.