Sting

The Sting is an apparently fleshless flying monstrosity armed with a curving poison stinger that hills horribly at a touch. No cure is known for its poison, and the death throes adn agonies of its victims brand burningly into one's nightmares after merely reading of them.

Background
The general appearance of the Stingis that of a chitinous bug with no soft flesh, just hard armor and tough leathered, featherless wings. It has a long, fluted, transmuted-mantis head, and makes sounds like a creakign coffin lid squeking like hard chalk across slate. Acid pours from a lipliss, jagged, and fanged hard mouth; one that can rip through flesh as a sharp blade slices through old, soft meat. Its long sting curls inward in a spring-like spiral beneath its segmented and plated belly, and between its many crustacean-like shelled legs. The sting uncurls as quick as sudden death, outward to its target spewling its ample poison in deadly drops as it does. Death comes with certainty, though neither easy nor quick. It is not a huge scorpion with wings; it is much worse.

The Sing is a foul creature from beyond the most fevered and feared nightmares. To face one is to face certain death.