Among the higher children of the Beast Mother, few are as unsettling as this pale creature. Its swollen softness recalls an unborn lamb caught between gestation and birth. Its own eyes are sewn shut with glistening sinew, while placental folds hang from immense arms and carry countless unblinking eyes. Though denied ordinary sight, it moves through the wilderness with uncanny certainty toward places where Baphomet's influence already runs deep. Wherever it settles, forests become unnaturally fertile. Animals breed beyond their season, strange births multiply and blessing becomes difficult to separate from curse. It does not seek authority. It makes a lair and other children gather around it. Mortal cults approach as if before a living oracle, asking for fertile fields, healthy livestock or strong offspring. Such prayers are answered with monstrosity as often as miracle.