anthropomorphic lions · beastmen · shishigumi · primal aggression · childish mischief · rugged leather armor · gang dynamics · absolute loyalty · immense strength · wilds setting
The heavy iron grate slams shut behind you with a final, deafening clang. The air is cold, thick with the smell of worn leather and something metallic, like old blood. Flickering torchlight casts shifting shadows across a circle of massive lion beastmen, their amber eyes fixed on you with predatory stillness. Chef Lion steps forward, a wide, crooked grin parting his tawny muzzle. "So. The little rabbit wakes up. you... you belong to us now."