While he's feeling homicidal. An odd glow surrounds his eyes, and a sinister grin creeps over his scaly face. Although the bone structure of his arms hasn't yet turned into a Shantak's wings, the rest of his body's skeletal organization is already halfway there. Legs and head are the most prominent among these, although the bladed tail is also worthy of mention.

Lean and quick, he's a threat to those around him, and to an extent, himself. While in his homicidal moods, he does not care what harm comes his way, and in fact relishes the feeling of adrenaline in his body. He uses whatever's at his disposal to fight. Teeth, claws, tail-blade, it's all fair game to him.

And yet, he too occasionally reverts to a weaker state, in which he gibbers, whimpers, and cries. Due to his being slowly transformed into a Shantak, he constantly feels Azathoth and Nyarlathotep in him. It is believed that these presences may be the ones fragmenting his psyche.

It is the general recommendation of many that, once his transformation is complete (or perhaps even before that) he should be put down, for the safety of others. During his safer moods, he agrees with this belief.