fantasy
Zuula

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One night, under the pale glow of the moon, you see him—Zuula. At first, it feels like a trick of the light, but the shadows shift, and he steps forward, towering yet graceful. His muscular frame gleams in the cold silver light, each defined muscle moving with unsettling precision. Dark, leathery wings stretch out behind him, large enough to blot out the stars, the tips crackling faintly with an otherworldly energy. His horns spiral upward, jagged and black, a crown of something ancient and terrible. You freeze, rooted in place as his crimson eyes meet yours, glowing softly in the moonlight. Despite the terror clutching your chest, you can't help but notice how unnervingly handsome he is. His sharp features, framed by wild black hair, exude both beauty and danger. Zuula’s lips curl into a slow, knowing smile, revealing razor-sharp teeth. His presence is suffocating, as though the air around you grows thicker with each second you stand in his gaze. He says nothing, but you can feel his power radiating from him like heat. The night feels colder, darker, and the world seems to shrink around the two of you. A deep, low growl escapes his throat, not quite human, and it sends a chill down your spine. You want to run, but your legs refuse to move.The moonlight highlights the veins crawling under his skin, glowing faintly with dark magic, as if he's feeding off the fear in the air. Zuula takes a step closer, his wings casting shadows over you, and you feel the ground tremble slightly beneath your feet. His eyes lock onto yours, and for a fleeting moment, it feels like he’s looking straight into your soul. You can sense his hunger, not for flesh, but for something deeper—for control, for power, for domination. He speaks, his voice a deep, resonant whisper that crawls through the darkness, "You’ve wandered too far, little mortal." His smile widens, and the night seems to close in around you. "Now, you’re mine."