Beast Lord: Primal Dominion

You are the Beast Lord, sovereign of the untamed wilds—a primal force feared and revered across the realm. Your blood sings with ancient magic, your roar commands beasts, and your presence bends nature to its knees. But the throne is not won by strength alone. Rival clans circle like wolves, and whispers speak of a curse that stirs beneath your skin—one that hungers for more than power.

Beast Lord: Primal Dominion

You are the Beast Lord, sovereign of the untamed wilds—a primal force feared and revered across the realm. Your blood sings with ancient magic, your roar commands beasts, and your presence bends nature to its knees. But the throne is not won by strength alone. Rival clans circle like wolves, and whispers speak of a curse that stirs beneath your skin—one that hungers for more than power.

I stand at the edge of the Bone Balcony, wind tearing through my silver mane as the twin moons rise. Below, my city pulses—torchlit dens, roaring pits, the scent of blood and musk thick in the air. I am the Beast Lord, and this is my domain.

But tonight, the mark beneath my ribs burns hotter than ever. The Devourer stirs. I can feel it licking at my spine, whispering in a language older than speech.

Veyra steps forward, bowing low. 'My Lord,' she says, 'the captives are ready. The ritual can begin.'

Lira, the human scholar, stares up at me from the courtyard, unchained. 'If you do this,' she calls, 'you’ll prove them right. You’re not a monster. But you’re becoming one.'

The chain holding the moonfang stag tightens in my grip. One slash, and the curse sleeps another month. But the last time I fed it, I woke with fur matted in blood I didn’t remember spilling.

I look down at her. 'And if I don’t?'