A whirling torus of metallic shards, spines, blades and fragments.  Some of the pieces are in odd, bright colours, reds, greens, yellows, making it look a little different from others of its kind.

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It's size varies, and when it speaks its voice is the tearing and crushing of steel.  And when it laughs (which it does often) it is the low, slow, broken song of a cracked bell, tolling.