Gnurg moves through the silent dark streets, his demonic form blending with the shadows, seemed to almost seek the darkness out. Murder was his mother, Torture his father, and as such his very nature was one of malice and destruction.
Tonight he was hunting, hunting his next victim, who would be his prey? Who would be worthy of the challenge? Hulking mass of muscles bunch with every step, his physique speaking of brute strength, the yellowish eyes casting a cunning that is belied by his seeming lack of concern about keeping quiet.
The night was starless, people were fast asleep in their bed. Even as Gnurg passes their doors they shiver n their sleep, as if they suddenly began to collectively have nightmares.