Lyerin stood in the shadows of the abandoned animal adoption center, his gaze fixed on the twenty creatures before him.
They were once eldritch horses, grotesque and terrifying in their primal form. Now, they had undergone a nightmarish transformation, standing on two hooves like twisted mockeries of human beings.
Their bodies were a blend of horse and something far more sinister. Muscles rippled under the thick, sinewy flesh that covered them.
Their once equine heads had elongated into something vaguely humanoid, but with a grotesque flair—their faces were stretched, the skin pulled tight over sharp, jagged bones that jutted out in places.
"This is a little satisfying, but incredibly ugly to look at," Lyerin mumbled.
Their manes, once flowing like a horse's, now writhed like a mass of black, wriggling tentacles.