The silhouette towered all the way to the ceiling of the cave. A long, threatening groan, ending in a deep, throaty growl, pierced the silence. 'It must be the dweller of this place.' Alistair thought, his heart pounding through his entire body.
Though, he wasn't the only one aware of his surroundings. Every leaflike hair on Willow's skin stood on end. She knew exactly what had graced their compromised position.
"Don't be in a haste," she whispered, frozen as lifeless as a corpse, while her leafy garment gradually grew over her skin.
Gulping audibly, they slowly turn their heads to see a massive, hulking orc staring deeply at them with sunken eyes.
It had a thick mass of coarse hair cascading over its head like the mane of a lion.
'You've got to be kidding me, a lion headed man?' Alistair thought out loud, as fear gripped him. Lion's were already a feared bunch in his past life.
