There was nothing my prey could do as I slithered out of my human form, my slimy lions paws hitting the ground before me, my arched back cracking as the spines slid out, followed by the strange sideways unfurling of my skeletal wings. My eyes narrowed, their diagonal slit pupils contrasting against the sickly, evil yellow.
My jaws parted, revealing needle like spines, and a black, slug-like pointed tongue. My teeth had an eerie shade of green to them, illustrating the smell that wafted on my breath. The human shivered before me, making a credible attempt to be calm in the face of it's preferably-not-immediate death. I flared the tendril like feathers that framed my neck and growled, a small gurgle the evidence of my hunger for warm blood. Unsheathing my claws, I bent to that will...