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Blightmother

Long ago, a god fell from the sky in a blaze of fire. Many vermin came to feast on its corpse, and one grew so large that it devoured its brethren. It burrowed deep into the earth to hide its pale body from the sun and birthed legions of crawling young. Over the years, it has grown so monstrously huge that it can barely move and now must rely on its spawn to feed it. Necrotic infections germinate within the Blightmother’s tumorous bulk, which are then spread by its young.
Few have seen it and lived, but those that have claim that not only can it speak, but it insisted they call it ‘mother.’

Final design was a combination  of 5 and 6.

Final design was a combination of 5 and 6.