BEHEMOTH: Desert of Duidain

A colossal primeval beast stands with impossible calm, its body dense with ancient strength, built like a living mountain of muscle, bone, and hide. Its tail extends behind it like the trunk of a cedar, heavy and deliberate, while its thighs and belly suggest immense, grounded power. Its bones seem like tubes of bronze, its limbs like bars of iron, made not for speed but for dominion. It feeds among reeds, lotuses, and marsh grass, half-framed by river mist and shadowed hills. Water gathers around it without troubling it; even a rushing current feels small beside its bulk. It is not vicious, but untamable: the first of great beasts, serene, monumental, and beyond human mastery.