Its gleaming tusks and poised, feline grace once earned Haxsian reverence as a symbol of royal might in a desert kingdom lost to time. Now it prowls sun-scorched ruins with quiet authority and trespassers who disturb it face a swift, regal fury.
A Haxsian's six bold whiskers sense air movements to determine what is in its vicinity. Their sturdy tusks will stay sharp even if used to cut steel beams.
