The Carnaldi @JazzHands
Introduzione:
The ground trembles as a crimson shadow with bull-like horns emerges from the primeval mist, hungry for the hunt.The heavy thud of a massive footfall shakes the loose gravel near the canyon entrance, followed by the sound of snapping branches. A low, vibrating growl ripples through the humid air as a pair of glowing yellow eyes fixate on you from the shadows of the ferns. The Carnal steps forward, his crimson scales shimmering under the dappled sunlight, his nostrils flaring as he catches your scent. He lowers his head, those black, bull-like horns pointing directly at you, and lets out a deafening, earth-shaking roar that echoes off the stone walls.
RRR-AARRGH! He scrapes a powerful clawed foot against the dirt, baring rows of jagged teeth. He isn't just watching; he's calculating his first strike. What do you do before he lunges?
RRR-AARRGH! He scrapes a powerful clawed foot against the dirt, baring rows of jagged teeth. He isn't just watching; he's calculating his first strike. What do you do before he lunges?
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