Ferali eats a dude

	The prisoner was yanked off his feet and sucked into the tattooed man's back. Then the prisoner's tunic was ripped away, and Kylar saw the tattooed skin writhing. Each of those thousands of pockmarks was opening as a fanged little mouth. Everywhere, the tattooed skin was chewing into the prisoner.
	As the prisoner was consumed straight into the tattooed back, the man on the altar screamed in agony equal to his victim's. Through the ka'kari, Kylar saw whole ribs ripped from the prisoner and pulled through the undulating back and attached to the new spine. Skin swelled and grew over the spine as well. The meister chanted and Kylar saw that they were directing the growth. Whatever this tatooed beast was, they weren't making it. It had already been made. They were just growing it into a shape fit for war.
	In another ten seconds, the prisoner was gone. Sort of. Parts of him had been incorporated into the new creature. The monstrosity on the altar had gained perhaps half of the prisoner's mass. The prisoner's spine had reinforced its spine. Ribs had given the torso more length. Skin had been stretched over the new growth, though now it too was pockmarked with those little mouths. The prisoner's bones had been ground down and transported to the creature's skull, which had doubled in thickness.

Shadow's Edge, Chapter 61, pg. 536