At first glance, it looked like a huge, winged tiger, all made of shifting shadows. When it moved, though, the proportions shifted and changed in a most unnatural way - as if the shadows were not used to having to hold a shape and form in the material world. It flowed, liquid-like, through its paces and, when it took to the air, the distortions were even worse. Sometimes, it seemed to pass portions of its body through solid objects, but other times, it moved around them. The shadows followed it, and cloaked it, and sprayed out over its foes. Through it all, the vicious, slashing claws and teeth, black as night, black as the void, cut and danced. Instinct: To guard the pit

• Rend a foe limb from limb
• Wrap shadows around itself or a target