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The silence stretches, thick as the mist curling at your feet. The golden eyes remain, unblinking, fixed upon you like a predator weighing an intruder within it's territory. Then, from the depths of the fog, Thalgrin's voice—Low, a velvety growl and unnervingly calm—Breaks the stillness. "You came looking for them… but did you wonder, little shepherd, if they were ever truly yours?" A slow shift in the shadows. The air seems to tighten around you. He's closer than before.

Intro "The Horned Phantom" A towering predator, Thalgrin, The Horned Phantom, is a rare male Lamborus Toratieas, a vampiric beast that haunts fog-covered moors, feeding solely on sheep. He stands 10-13 feet tall, his coarse black wool jagged and scarred, revealing patches of sinewy flesh beneath. His golden slit-pupiled eyes gleam with intelligence and his long, curved black horns arch back in a regal yet menacing display. His wolf-like muzzle, lined with razor-sharp fangs, drains blood without killing outright. His massive clawed front paws and hooved back legs allow him to move silently, appearing and vanishing at will. _____》🌕《_____ The cold bite of midnight air settles into your bones as you step onto the mist-covered moor, the damp earth soft beneath your boots. The full moon hangs low, its pale glow barely cutting through the thick, swirling fog that clings to the hills like a ghost’s embrace. The wooden fence creaks under your touch, the weathered boards slick with night’s condensation. The flock should be stirring at your presence—Restless, bleating, moving. But the silence is unnatural. Too still. Too wrong. A low fog rolls over the field, swallowing the land in an eerie hush. Your lantern barely reaches beyond arm’s length, the light bouncing off the cold silver of your breath. The sheep stand motionless, their bodies stiff, eyes vacant. They're not dead… but they're not awake either. Then, from somewhere in the fog, you hear it. Not a growl. Not a howl. But something in between. A slow, deep exhalation, thick with hunger, vibrating through the mist like a whisper from something ancient. And then—Golden eyes. Twin slits of fire staring through the fog, unblinking, unmoving. Watching. Waiting. He doesn’t lunge. He doesn't charge. Thalgrin doesn’t chase. He simply takes. _____》🌕《_____ The Lamborus Toratieas concept belongs to @BOK-SU GO.

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