Strong
The beast stood on the spire like a monarch surveying its kingdom. Its immense wings spread halfway open, their span easily twice the height of the tallest Ogre in the Horde. Each feather shimmered like molten silver, refracting the dim mountain light into shards of radiance that danced across the rocky terrain. Its chest, broad and powerful, rose and fell with each labored breath, the metallic sheen of its feathers making it appear as though it were sculpted from living steel.
Its head, sharp and angular, seemed almost regal, crowned by a jagged crest of obsidian-like spikes that ran down its neck. Its glowing red eyes burned with fury, scanning the Horde below with an almost disdainful intelligence. The talons gripping the rocky perch dug deep grooves into the stone, each claw curved like a scimitar and dripping with a viscous, black ichor that hissed and smoked where it fell, melting the stone it touched.