The Smell of Death.
The Deatthound, standing at eight feet with a next to indestructible body, stunk with the stench of death, anguish, and bloodlust fleeing from its body and terrorizing those around it.
The tall, slim, lean creature growled with a white foam coming out from the sides of its long muzzle. With skin as white as ash and fur as black as night, the creature stood out in the land of pure darkness, the Shadow Realm.
Blessed with an eerie aura that was further accented by its white, glowing, hollow eyes and long, bone-piercing claws, the beast had a presence that was the personification of death itself.
An Ultimate Shadow Realm Creature.
With the body of a werewolf and the DNA of a Dead Mutant, the beast had the strength, speed, agility, stamina, and feral tendencies of both beasts combined and amplified, added with the fact that its body was now as durable as a Dead Mutant.
