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Pulsating Bin Bandit
Leathery, warty, weird black skin stretched over an odd angled body. Bulbous jerking legs slowly peel out over each other taking graceful sludge fluid steps forward. Black, cancerous skin turns to reeking pink flesh as large red and gold eyes swivel madly. The metre long curved beak ends in a horrid hook, gobs of grease, flesh and noxious trash drip from it.
The avian growth slowly bobs forwards. Almost tripping, permanently dripping. Swaying and falling it performs a baneful waltz deep within the ground. Long feathers fall to the ground continuously molting, shedding a radioactive plume. The quills glow upon the ground letting off faint cracks within the air. The acid black skin breaks out in hives. Large lumps pulse as a new layer of down rips out of the skin. The beak is thrown back and opens in ecstasy and sheer agony.
That skin continues to swell and pop, fold over and in on itself like pitch black hot honeycomb. It switches between pulsating and pausing bringing with it cold flushes and hot chills.
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