A glint of light reflecting from a mass of some sticky substance upon a form, heaped against a wall, catches your peripheral sight. As you turn your view to focus on what appears to be a pelt of blackened fur, stretched across a mass of half-desiccated musculature and sinew visible through holes rotted in its surface, you notice movement, at least you think you do, perhaps your eyes are just playing tricks on you, though.

Peering harder into the darkness, it appears as if the shadow has taken on a life of its own, wisps of darkness swirling like smoke about this putrid mass. Before you can quantify the physics of this phenomena, you're shaken from your contemplation by a flicker of red light... Wait, an eye... Two eyes staring at you, emitting a dull red glow, flickering in front of two green irii for just a moment before you realize this pile of biological matter just turned its gaze upon you... It's moving.

The profile of a stout feline muzzle flits through the matrix of light and shadow cast through the entryway behind you, and unto this unfortunate being, as its head swivels in your direction... Tugging a thick, matted mass of jet black mane, that drapes across the big cats shoulders and throat, along with it. Jagged teeth jut up from a bare lower mandible, fading into the remnants of flesh and muscle that once comprised a cheek, then into more of the slicked, blackened fur that covers most of this things remaining musculature. It's eyelids blink, shuttering the warm red glow momentarily.

Oh crap, it's alive... Or at least, it's moving. The stocky shilouette lurches a bit, and seems to convulse slightly as the unsettling sound of crepedice reaches your ears. It places one heavy footpaw flat upon the floor in front of itself, pawpads molding to the crevices of the boards below them as the being brings itself to a kneeling position. The pads of its handpaws drawing out strings of reddish mucosa as they lift from the floor after pushing the heft of its upper body upwards, the entire form rising to its feet before you.

He looks straight at you, as a rasped voice seems to ring inside your head, like a distant echo in a memory of a place you feel you've once been, yet have no conscious recollection of... "Hello there." he quips slyly, a mischievous grin curling across what's left of his lips in counter to the look of surprise any sane person would cast upon this visage, the tonguetip once draped across the bone and teeth below it now flicks across the point of one of his canines.