The thing before you is a horror of chitinous plates and fangs. A pair of wickedly barbed antennae twitch above its hate-filled eyes, and its hunchbacked body is supported by an atrophied pair of wings as well as forelimbs that end in talons. Stubby legs leave it unbalanced and lumbering, but that doesn’t seem to slow its inexorable approach. As it draws nearer, you see two spiked tentacles writhing from its back, each ending in a pair of cruel, hooked tips.
