>>5215553You push past the fear and terror you feel from the <span class="mu-i">thing</span> in front of you and reach out with your will to try and sense its energy and intent. Almost immediately, you recoil from the sheer wave of nausea and revulsion that hits you. You have to fight the sudden urge to retch. The sheer raw feeling of alien <span class="mu-i">evil</span> almost brings you to your knees.
Whatever this thing is, it is not from here and it certainly means ill, for you and possibly anything else that crosses its path. Despite looking like some twisted mixture of man and canine, it's clearly neither nor does it possess an Earthly mind of any sort.
As though having read your own mind during the brief exchange, the entity—which you mentally dub 'The Hound' for ease of reference—shifts and changes before your very eyes. Like an optical illusion, it goes through several shapes, some more elongated and warped, others stretched and gaunt as though they were starved, one a large heaving wet mound of fur and teeth, and on and on it goes. Until finally, slowly, it resolves into something that at a glance, you could almost mistake for a dog.
If a dog dwarfed a man ten times over and was orange and unnaturally pale and sickly looking, that is.
It pads over to you, impossibly quiet for something of its size and leans down. Its long head and bent muzzle reaching down to your face, a long black tongue dangling free as it huffs and pants. Green-gold eyes stare into your own and you feel strangely miniscule beneath that alien gaze. Drool drips down from its mouth and flecks of grey slime run down your face.
>Stab it in the eye with the pipe and run past it.>Pull out the gun and shoot it in the face.>Turn around and run as fast as you can back down the hall.>Hit it upside the head and hope that you can stun it.>Write-in. 