Something wrong floats before you, It looked something between a cross of a horned goat-like devil, and a Squid. It's entire body shimmered as if it simultaneously both existed and didn't at the same time. Staring at it for too long seemed to play tricks depending on the individual from paranoia, to forgetting one's next words, but the only constant feeling one always got was the sense to not make direct eye contact, a feeling one can't help but feel is purposeful.

It's body didn't seem entirely solid, entirely ink-black with a visual texture-look between tree bark and slime, that constantly seemed to shift and move, it gave the illusion of millions of ants, swarming various paths along the bark-lines of a jungle tree.

Tentacles seemed to be everywhere, as eyes popped up in various parts across its form only to close and melt as if never existing in the first place with the biggest concentration of the two being what appeared to be its head, with eyes. while its lower half almost looked like a long skirt.. made entirely of tendrils giving the creature the unsettling look of swimming in the air with each movement.

It's Face; or rather, lack of one was distinctive for only being one of the few constants of the ever shifting horror, a main pair of 'eyes' could be seen where eyes should be, solid orbs of unnerving whites on what should be a face, but is a featureless void with only something 'vaguely' shaped into a face that seemed 'half-done' reminiscent of a mannequin, as if it quickly formed itself with little care for the details, or perhaps went off an interpretation of one.

The same crawling-like slimey texture appears and blends into the massive pair of inky black horns, with 'hair' made up of writhing tentacles beneath them, the occasional eye can be seen forming from the tendrils on occation, looking around before closing and melting into the shifting appendages.

It's Body; seemed to lack any discernable gender, it had a chest and upper body that was streamlined and featureless, the slimy ink-looking figure was similar to some beastfolk in the way the black 'skin' hid any details like nipples and belly buttons, from the waist down, was nothing but dozens of tentacles that sprouted, retracted and writhed below, it was the most viscous fluid-like of its figure as eyes would 'bubble up' blink and close to melt into any of the dozen tendrils found over its body, It had arms that ended in larger forearms and still jet-black clawed fingers. On occasion the creature can be seen sprouting tentacles from its back, forming similar hands out of convenience.

It's Voice; possibly the most unsettling, its voice varied in pitch, giving a firm uncanny valley feeling, it spoke broken almost as if speaking through a older radio of sort as cracklings and the occasional static behind every monotoned word it spoke, its main 'voice' was a mix of gravel and 'viscious'-sounding, it would growl and then bubble, as if it had trouble forming vocal-cords, giving the impression this creature doesn't normally speak like this, and seems only to do so out of convience for whomever is unfortunate or fortunate to converse with it.

No matter the voice it constantly sounding both as if coming from inside one's head, while also sounding as if its voice travels around one's person as if the person is in the eye of a storm, and the storm is its voice. There was an underlining constant stream of alien-words whispered beneath every sentence longer than a few words at a time, it wouldn't be easily noticable, acting like white noise in the background.

Personality-wise, the creature acted almost like an entirely blank slate, it simply 'was'. It spoke factual at times, mostly vague at others. It gave an inquisitive impression as it 'looked' around, almost.. studying, as if experiencing everything for the first time.