Memory:Hell hound

A huge, snarling bulldog hurtles toward you. Its black, hairless skin seems to pulsate with blood red light, and it's eyes are deep pits of flame. You smell the stench of sulfur as it exhales gouts of black smoke, and twists its jaws into a hungry snarl. A dog clearly bred for fighting. It still carries a remnant of its last meal around - a human-looking leg - but now muscles contract and the bone is crushed by impressive ebony teeth. With a deep resonating growl fueled by intense anger it bares its jaws, and a gust of fire springs from its throat.