Broad-shouldered, with a slight hump of a brahma bull, these massive creatures stand upright on their hind hooves. They are a monster, even by hell bovine standards. At their full height, they reach a solid 8 to 9 feet tall or dark brown or black muscle and fur. Their black eyes smolder and burn with a devious light. An insidious cleverness that reeks of the abyssal pits of the Outland plane.
In battle, they brandish two weapons: the war hammer and battleaxe. Both drip with the stink and vile corruption of the abyss. The war hammer glows with the cursed Dark Speech of Zuyan
. Letters constantly shift and burn like molten metal.
The battleaxe is similar. Incredibly sharp, this too is alive with the dark runes that dance along its edge.
As any proper bull, they have a proud set of horns. Black as a tortured soul, they gleam with almost a metallic sheen, even in the darkness.
The first warning is when, out of the pitch darkness, one hears the angry baritone "Mooooooooo!"
The stories say, there is no second warning.
All right. That's it. No steak for a month!