Hundreds of beasts swarmed and surrounded Moku and his group. They prepared to pounce if ordered.
Their fangs were exposed, hot saliva dripped on the ground and growls rumbled from the depths of their throats.
Sharp claws pierced the ground and traced the rock beneath it. They lowered their bodies in a position ready to pounce.
Moku and co are like entering into an ocean filled with wild beasts. At the end of the ocean the queen sits on her throne perched on the head of a white tiger.
The icy blue hair extended to cover her chest, so straight and soft that it could be seen up close. It calms the hearts of those who look at it closely and freezes the hearts of those who see it with just a glance.
Two small antennae protruding from her forehead formed a majestic crown befitting her broad, white forehead.