The slip is a man but not a man. Its bones and entrails, it can move them. Where our bones fuse, theirs can be unhinged, moved, and resocketed. They can -slip- in or out of most any cage that might hold them, they can enter most any room. ...and what do they want? To reopen old wounds and new ones alike, to lap at the blood that wells there. Obscene mockeries of men, the whole race of them. Instinct: To reopen their wounds

• Stalk the wounded
• Squeeze through the smallest spaces
• Dissolve their skin with enzymes