Fully three metres tall, it had tiny, deepset, lidless eyes that stared at us. Four arms grew out of its torso, one pair above the other, the lower pair ending in the bulbous tendrils that had now thickened to branch-like stiffness. The other pair were sinuous and snakelike, ending in barbed, hairless claws.
It's skin had the look of slashed velvet, scorched, scabbed and purulent in many places. A large scab on its stomach opened and closed, and it was from this gaping wound that the words came.
"You recognise me," it gurgled throatily. "As you should."
D.M. about 5 years ago
'slashed velvet'- wow!