Hands strong enough to rip through steel pawed at the ground in play. Each long digit tipped with a wicked claw that appeared to have been lovingly polished clean. A long whip-like tentacle-tail wagged behind the beast as he sat back on his haunches. Smaller writhing tendrils sprouting like tufts of fur from other points across his body, marking the hulking wolf as clearly tainted by some manner of eldritch curse... or a particularly otherworldly blessing.

Intruders setting foot on the sacred grounds of the Golden Goat seldom see this side of the guardian beast. Often because they approach bearing weapons, hearts and minds weighed down by ill-intent that the beast can smell upon their souls. Those who approach intending no malice learn that there is nothing to fear from Canthus' trusted hounds. But to monster hunters who see them and their Master as nothing more than beasts to be killed, they are the stuff of nightmares. Each hound an individual specimen with it's own unique quirks and legends surrounding it.

In the case of the beast formerly known as Leinad prior to his transformation, his large size and capacity to be fearsome often disguises that some aspect of his warrior's sense of duty and honour has survived. He is no less charming and loyal than his past self, and is possessed of a playful and loving side that is beloved by those members of the cult who interact with him. Perhaps none more so than the goat himself, who sleeps much safer at night whenever he knows the wolf is prowling the sanctuary.

What's the point of having an eldritch pleasure cult if you can't celebrate each individual member?  LeinadObtrebla is a very dear friend who I know has been going through a rough time lately. I asked  Kur0i for some art of his 'sona's corrupted form being fluffy and loveable, and I think they delivered with flying colours! Big scary beasties mixed with wholesomeness can be such a wonderful combo.