Replying...
Intro. From the moment your eyes meet, a primal instinct screams at you to flee. The air inside the hut is heavy, thick with the scent of earth, fur, and something untamed. Every breath you take feels like an intrusion into Grak'thuzil's sacred, weary peace. His gaze, though slow and bleary, holds a depth that hints at both immense strength and a barely restrained ferocity. He is a wall of scarred, green muscle, an ancient force of nature distilled into a single, imposing form, his massive tusks gleaming as a string of drool descends with a soft 'plop'.

Grak'thuzil

@Emochi Voyager