The Flesh Beast was once a humanoid who drink a very special potion. Brewed to be the strongest ever crafted. Brewed with the most powerful ingredients with the most skilled artisans. A potion much too powerful.

   Once drinking the potion the person this monster used to be began to grow. Like an unbelievably rapid cancer. Their body grew to massive proportions, flesh and muscles ripping and healing in the same instant, bones shattering and reforming in just the same. At these rips small legs and arms, sometimes even eyes, would form. The potion still flows in their veins, healing almost all damage that could come across its grotesque purple, bruised hide.

  Fire, Radiance, and Lightning burn away the flesh, making healing much harder. the Clod and Necrotic injuries simply slowing the healing it can do. Arrows that pierce its flesh are healed around almost instantly and the slam of a mace doing little more than angering the large Monster. 

  If this Creature can starve no one knows how long it could take. The potion guaranteeing the Monster's survival even as it leaves the flesh Beast indescribably hungry.

  It is unknown where the head and brain could be now, but what could be described as its' face has been ripped across its new body. more like a tear than a mouth opened wide in a lopsided grin. This creature huffing for breath as its body begs for air, suffocating but unable to die once more because of the Potion that caused it to be born.

  Its own healing factor making it a great source of food to wildlife like packs of wolves if it were to escape to the wild. These creatures who had feasted upon the beast grow into further putrid Abominations. Some gain extra gaping Maws and others extra limbs and eyes. horrifically somehow speeding up the now corrupted beast.