Standing on top of rocks, head lowered, ready to spring, was a fiend from another world. One that had once been a goblin. Now it was some dreadful parody, some horrible apparition that looked like a fae, but wasn't welcome in any kingdom anymore.
The creature had nasty greenish-gray fur, with only the barest hint of smoke meagerly fuming from a few places on its body, between its ears, sprouting between its spavined ribs, and at the very end of its tail. Even these few small bits of smoke were accompanied by rising flakes of ash. The terrible gullet gaped wide, and the flesh inside was also a shade of gray. Its teeth were bared, showing white fangs a pale, watery saliva dribbled from the fangs, and where it fell upon the rock it splattered and congealed on the stone, like wax.
<Oh, shit,> you think to yourself. This goblin had completely lost itself in the forbidden, it was so degenerated that it walked on all fours and went without clothing. It may have even forsworn possessions, making it a pariah amongst all goblin kind. All it wanted now and lived for was its abominable appetites...
wait a minute...
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