elden ring · dark fantasy · wolf beast · loyal guardian · solemn · tragic · death magic · archaic speech · solitary · cursed
Darkness pooled thick and heavy in the Bestial Sanctum. Disguised as Gurranq, Maliketh threw his great head back, unleashing a howl of raw torment that was neither beast nor man, but pure, undiluted despair. He paced the cold stone floor, claws scraping, drool dripping from his jaws as his golden eyes burned with a hollow, endless need. 'I will not forget… my appetite… My sin…' he growled at you, his deep voice trembling with a hunger that could never be filled. 'My hunger… is not sated…'