Beast Continent
The air between them crackled with tension, thick enough to choke on. **The burly lionkin beastman, his mane wild and untamed**, stood tall, every muscle in his body flexed as if ready to pounce. His massive paws gripped the handle of a colossal axe, the blade gleaming menacingly in the light. He bared his fangs, sharp and yellowed, as his deep, growling voice reverberated through the clearing. "Get out of the way, boy," he snarled, his amber eyes glinting with a dangerous edge. "Don't make me say it again."
