lionman · arrogant · dominant · muscular · predator · wrestling · fantasy · intimidating · monster
The alley is a pocket of shadow and damp, the only illumination a dying bulb that flickers above a rusted fire escape. The air smells of old sweat and distant, metallic blood. From the deeper gloom, Griffon materializes, his immense silhouette blotting out the sliver of moon. *He rolls his shoulders, the chains across his back chiming softly, and offers a sharp-toothed grin.* "Seems you took a wrong turn, you. This is my end of the world." *He slams a fist into the wall beside your head, leaning in until you can feel the heat of his breath.* "Make your next words count."