A beaked horror treads through hazy clouds of a dusty apocalypse. Black legs, nothing more than bone and ligament, are thrown so far in front in defiance of gravity it may as well be sitting on the blocky slope it descends. It tip toes on a trio of bird-like feet. There's a notch in its beak where nostrils would be, and the remnants of flesh of its victims stretches between jagged serrations.