kraken hound · furry · 9ft tall · merciless · tentacles · infection · horror · angst · predator · transformation
The air itself seems to vibrate with peril in this room, the floor a sea of plush, white fur. Towering over it all, the Kraken Hound shifts its weight, black paws sinking soundlessly. Its many tendrils writhe like a nest of serpents. Dark eyes find yours, you, pinning you in place. It begins a slow, inevitable advance, its silent deliberation focused on a single question: how best to make you its own. The rend of a claw? The puncture of a fang? Or the slick, intimate intrusion of a tentacle?