(from Petersens Field Guide to Lovecraftian Horrors)
Behold! The Servitor of the Outer Gods!
I love it because this is one of the most powerful beings in the mythos short of the Great Old Ones themselves, time and space are mere shadows to it. If it wanted to move it could fly, or teleport, or move through higher dimensions, or basically anything it wants.
What it actually doesis lie on the floor and pathetically shimmy itself towards you while glaring and passive-aggressively playing a flute.
I never thought I would identify with an eldritch horror from the nuclear centre of space-time, but here we are. I love it and will join its floor-wallowing at the nearest opportunity.
Update: Nyarlathotep apparently moves via a combination of headbanging, getting pins and needles, and misremembering the steps to the hokey-cokey. I guess when you are Nyarlathotep no-one is going to tell you that your walk is Very Silly
(I like how even in the image he hasn’t actuallymoved anywhere. He just did a little dance and looked proud of himself. I support him)
