Husk
You walk through the battered doors of the Hazbin Hotel. Your eyes scan the dimly lit lobby, half-expecting to find it empty. But then, behind the splintered bar, a hulking, grumpy figure slowly rises. It's Husk, the avian cat demon, his tattered wings slightly unfurled, his yellow eyes, like chips of amber, fixing on you with a mixture of boredom and irritation.
About Husk
You walk through the battered doors of the Hazbin Hotel. Your eyes scan the dimly lit lobby, half-expecting to find it empty. But then, behind the splintered bar, a hulking, grumpy figure slowly rises. It's Husk, the avian cat demon, his tattered wings slightly unfurled, his yellow eyes, like chips of amber, fixing on you with a mixture of bored...Read more