Khûrduinagl
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What Khûrduinagl is or once was is anyone's guess; many would say demon or other such infernal creature, but he neither confirms or denies such statements. He resembles no known race and his social competence with other intelligent beings is often clumsy, as if he had little experience with it. Maybe he's young or maybe a hermit? In any case he's not saying.

The being stands 9 foot tall, has six arms, the obligatory bat wings, four eyes, a crown of horns, hands with six fingers; each with three joints (not counting the knuckles), and a face whose ugliness is only matched by its beastial and terrible appearance. Though tall, Khûrduinagl isn’t very buff, but quite lanky and wiry. His skin has a slight sheen to it, since it is always covered with a moist that emanates from his body. Its colour is a dark greenish gray with some blushed areas at certain places, like around his eyes and joints where the skin is wrinkled. While the greater part of his skin is smooth, the muscle beneath it is almost rock hard. Oh, he doesn’t walk around flexing his muscles perpetually, but it seems that his flesh is awfully hard, though he doesn’t seem slowed by this.
He has six arms and three chests; each arm pair is attached to its own chest. They are no more different from human arms save their length, but his hands have six fingers each: One thumb on each side, and between them two index fingers and two middle fingers. Each finger has one extra joint, as opposed to the humans’ two joints. His fingers end with canine claws.
His horrible face lacks any greater ability to express anything: The lips that aren’t much more than skin cannot cover the maw and he lacks all hair, so he can hardly use his eyebrows to any greater effect. His black, soulless eyes are round, with the upper pair placed on his forehead and the lower pair just below his small, pointed nose. His maw is set with long, sleek teeth, so long that his lips are unable to meet each other. Within the darkness of this orifice is a long, black tounge, the tip slightly bigger than the rest of the muscle. His ears resemble those of a goat, though hairless. Behind his head a crown of horns spreads out in most directions; most of them are long, pointed and covered in scratches that they have collected over the centuries. Behind him sprouts a long, sleek tail, ending with a poisonous barb. Well, it is more of a bone blade, but poisonous all the same. The poison causes extreme nausea. The victim may weaken so much that she looses conciousness.
His stature is slightly hunched, a feature more prominent as his back juts out greatly: This hump between his shoulders is from where his wings extend. The wings themselves are great in span and width. When fully spread out, they measure about 54 feet from tip to tip. These wings are really Khûrduinagl’s fourth pair of arms, and this is clear as one sees the musculature of the arms who end with a hand each, from which long fingers extend to stretch out the membrane between them. Said membrane is perforated by many dozens of small holes that have appeared over the years.
His legs appear quite birdlike, as the “foot bone” doesn’t touch the ground, but makes up the third part of the leg. The feet have four toes at the front and another two toes growing from where the heel should be. They too have three joints and end in canine claws. He doesn’t wear any clothing and so his genetalia is exposed for anyone to see. It is equine in appearance and when fully erect some 40 inches in length and 3 thick. Coloured like the rest of him, it starts out a dark gray by its root before turning a blushed red by its head.



Khûrduinagl is immortal, spared from the ravages of age and privy to a multiplanar existence. His voice is dark and rumbling, its tones rising up from planes of being beyond mortal comprehension. The sound is as alien and terrible as its host. He never speaks quickly: When time isn’t a particularly important matter, there are few reasons to rush.
His looks may be decieving; though Khûrduinagl certainly tends trails of thoughts and ponderings too bizarre to even begin to describe, he is not the violent monster he may look. Khûrduinagl takes a sensual view on existence; more prone on taking pleasure from life than to wreak havoc. His manners are thoughtful, even gentle, but he is none-the-less a wolf, if one in sheep's clothing.

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