Monster voice: Dominic

Monster voice, guttural, immense, and ancient

Prompt: Here's a monster voice—a guttural, cavern-deep roar dredged from below language, syllables chewed and part-roared with wet, rumbling breaths between phrases. The impossibly low register grinds like shifting tectonic plates, ancient malice and older boredom braided together. There's a mortals-are-snacks contempt to it, immense and slow. It sounds like a thing so vast and old that speech is an afterthought, every word a small avalanche.

Script: More little heroes. Your kind grows crunchier each century. I have swallowed kings, digested prophecies, picked whole armies from my teeth, and still you come with your little swords, your little courage. Come closer, morsel. Add your tiny breakable scream to my collection.