Timir is a sickly-looking Valkhound: long, lanky, with too-thin limbs and too-long neck. His ribs are faintly visible, moving beneath the iridescent pale snakeskin scales of his hide. The mane--an oily ordeal of scraggly hair--hangs limp where it frames his head and neck. It runs down a knobblespined back, coming to an end at the base of the tail. His chest is thick with it, as are the backs of his limbs. Its dull, dark violet-gray color is mostly masked by a brilliant iridescence that matches the Oilstone set in a diamond-shape at his forehead, attached to the skull beneath. The sickly colors are only enhanced by the veins trailing visibly beneath the hide, the soot-hued markings creeping up his limbs, and the cyan glow of his long, prehensile tongue, the closable single-nostril, catlike nose, and the pale-pupilled eyes--all of which, even the veins (if very faintly), glow. The blood infusing these parts is the source of this glow: a highly acidic traditional Valkhound blood, which (as with his saliva) is capable of causing minor contact burns.

His hide is faintly chameleon-like, able to change color and hue to match his surroundings, but it takes time and concentration to accomplish this. However, his glitter-pink pawpads, some kind of joke from whoever designed him, cannot change color and are a giveaway if he's not careful. His talons are misshapen, long and black and crooked; a longer, scythe-like dewclaw at the inside of each hind leg assists with climbing. The sharp, arrowhead-like shape at the tip of his tail, and the two long spines pointing away from its tip, are intended to inflict maximum damage when wielded like a lashing or stabbing weapon.

Timir's head is a strange one, with the eye positioning, long tusks, tufted ears, and upward-swept skull of a boar, but the jagged-toothed muzzle of a canine. These teeth are flush with his half-scaled, half-furred head, without gums or lips, and are positioned in a haphazard and jagged manner. These are constantly regrowing when damaged.

He is just large enough for an average-sized humanoid to ride.

Timir hatches childlike, despite his large Valkhound size. He is immature, still learning, prone to following emotion until any sense of logic develops. Time will tell where he goes from there, but beneath the freshly hatched child is a potential for great intelligence and logic. The brain in that demonic-looking head is quite developed, and an initial frenetic energy--rife with curiosity and a desire to be involved in things--is likely to change a great deal depending on his interactions and experiences.

To come.