After uncounted rounds with greenstuff I think Hrungne is more or less ready for paint.
Albeit being full of fur I’ve tried to cram in as many details as possible to make it more interesting than being a straight up furball.
His flesh is blessed many times over and it squirms with life.
Gibbering mouths spouting unintelligible words.
What is Hrungne and what is the daemonflesh is almost impossible to discern.
Ropes and bands try to contain his flesh from erupting.
New arms coming out.
A true Child of Chaos and of Change..