Fleshfang stands as the pinnacle of Moro’s abominable craft, a grotesque fusion of man and wolf-kin, brought to life through the forbidden marriage of fleshcraft and void-powered machinery. Towering and monstrous, its form bristles with coiled wires and intricate mechanisms, each whirring and sparking as it moves. Its sinewy body is grafted with the remnants of human hosts, that horrifying hallmark of the Allsteiner Arts, their hollowed frames sacrificed to fuel the Construct's unholy vitality.
The creature’s horrifying head bursts with a snarling cluster of lupine jaws, snapping and howling in discordant unison. Yellowed eyes gleam with feral rage and fragmented human despair, making it unclear whether the beast is truly alive or merely a puppet of Moro’s dark will. One arm ends in a gleaming metal claw, a deadly tool that slices through flesh and steel alike with terrifying ease, while the other is a gnarled amalgam of muscle and fur, tipped with razor-sharp talons of bone.
Fleshfang is a creature of endless fury, driven by both the predatory instincts of the wolf and the anguish of the human essence that fuels its existence. When unleashed, it is an unstoppable force, tearing through foes with a savagery that reflects the dark genius of its creator. Moro considers it his greatest creation - an avatar of pure violence that serves as a worthy testament to his terrible art.
