Fall - Werewolf

Fall resembled a werewolf more than a human, but a twisted facsimile of a werewolf, designed by some alien craftsman with a passing understanding of the anatomy. She stood over ten feet tall, with a torso and upper arms thick with muscle and dense black fur, legs that bent like a dog's, and a canine's face of viciously sharp teeth and pointed ears. That was where the resemblance ended. From the forearms and knees out, Fall's extremities shed their fur, flesh, and muscle, becoming skeletal gray limbs covered in pallid skin that ended in wicked claws. Fall's face had eyes, but entirely too many- two on each side, and three more on her forehead, all glowing the the gold she'd always had, but devoid of humanity, of all sense of reason and empathy.

They weren't the only eyes, either- more golden eyes had opened across her back and along her chest and forearms, emerging from the fur and glittering in the illumination of Mustang's fires. Fall shrieked with a voice that seemed to reach three octaves simultaneously, at once guttural and ear-scraping. As Carolina watched on in horror, her shoulder blades swelled, extending outward as if something was trying to escape. In an eruption of oily black blood, two more skeletal arms emerged from her back, flexing and stretching as if to grasp the night air.

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FreestyleKneepad, Round 3