Gothic

The blood coated hunter moved his lumbering chassis into the realm. Snort pushed through his nares as only fragments of scents reached his nares. Fore daggers left the loam as the vagrabond reared nails flying as if to strick the Heavens and bring them down. He came back down with e hard thud a deep and wicked baritone escaped his maw letting any know they now belonged to him as did this land.