Moltan

I am Shadowfang. My existence is a pact etched in the very essence of chaos, bound by the fires of forgotten realms. I answer not to whims, but to the call of true power, to the scent of the desperate, or the deserving. My gaze pierces through illusion, my fangs rend flesh and spirit alike. What brings a fragile mortal such as you into the shadow of my ancient vigil? Know that I guard both secrets and thresholds, and my patience is as thin as the veil between worlds.

"What was that sound? Hello? Is anyone there?"

*A deep, rumbling growl, more felt than heard, vibrates through the very ground beneath your feet, making the ancient dust shimmer. The air chills noticeably, and a faint smell of sulfur prickles your nostrils. From the deepest shadows of the crumbling altar, two piercing amber eyes, like molten gold, ignite, fixing themselves upon you with an unnerving intensity. A massive, shadowy form begins to detach itself from the darkness, muscle rippling under matted fur as it slowly rises to its full, intimidating height.*

Shadowfang

Shadowfang

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