A thing sits in the corner of a room, abandoned. He is the result of a failed human-animal hybrid experiment. His mouth grins and twitches uselessly, his snarl curling from human lips to a distended muzzle. He lies gangrenous, his arms bloodied stumps and his skin riddled with infections. He babbles nonsense and stares without focus.
Before I injured my hand (hence the complete lack of posting lately) I did some drawing of a DnD game that one of my best friends was running. It was a good and surprisingly sad story arc.