Each trial brought forth a new welling of adrenaline and Entity-touched instinct that put the dog-man into overdrive. Not quite man, nor beast, it was a strange force of chaotic nature. And now it had spotted the other canine from a distance, sizing him up.
Maybe in another, kinder universe would the dog have been more happy to see something adjacent to themself, comforting in nature that it was not the only animal aside from the constant presence of crows. No, but not this time. The Entity that granted heightened senses also muddled instinct, rendering the perceptions of ‘friends’ and ‘allies’ warped to recognize other killers only- even a fellow dog was now foreign and frightening. Frightening was often a good motive to kill here. The Kyrkogrim melded with foliage and shadow, slinking closer with the curious disposition of a predator that hadn’t made it’s mind quite up on what it wanted to do to him. Watching.
You gaze into the sockets of a familiar yet foreign visage before you. A creature so similar, yet so warped and sinister as some apparition of impeding death. It leers back, like an attempted mimicry to your own face. Or perhaps what lie beneath it- there was no flesh, fur or blood here, torn away to reveal dry skull and gilded fangs designed by eldritch touch for the sole purpose of rending your own flesh from bone. You too, could look like me.
