The acrod fumes that the creature exhaled filed into the room sooner than the creature itself; crooked spine heaving and lurching with a half functional animation inherent in all its movements. And a wheeze, rattling and deep but too weak to truly satisfy the thirst for air. But despite the mere inches from death the beast seemed to be, it paid its body's suffering little mind as it dragged itself step by staggered step into the clinic.
Possibly at one point, it had been a kuhna in origin. But for however long its master has kept it alive, little of that kuhna is left, either replaced with the parts of other corpses, or rebuilt mechanically. The mask that covered its head was spliced out of two, to accomodate its wearer's pair of melded faces, a touch that went well with the elongated pair of tails that snaked lazily behind the rest of its decimated form. If it had wings at any point it didn't now, rather a pair of wiry limbs tucked daintily to its ribcages. Fingers curled away like a bird's idle talons.
Its neck creaked with effort to peer across the room corner to corner. Locking its gaze on the good doctor, a cloud of green, hissing fog puffed out of the filters of its mask with a pleased rasp.
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