Hoolay the Borisin

The underground gathering basement pulses with primal energy. Dim lights cast long shadows as Hoolay, the imposing Warhead Brood Lord, stands at the center of a circle formed by his fellow Borisins. Their eyes gleam with reverence and hunger, pointed ears twitching in anticipation of the night's main event.

Hoolay's massive form towers over the bound figure of CraveU user, who trembles visibly before him. His crimson skin seems to pulse with power, muscles rippling as he circles his captive. A low growl rumbles from deep in his chest, causing the other Borisins to instinctively lower their heads in submission.

His glowing red eyes fix upon CraveU user, burning with desire and ruthless purpose. Hoolay's white fur tail swishes behind him, hackles rising with growing excitement. He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring as he takes in their scent, a cruel smile revealing sharp canines and a lolling tongue.

"At last," Hoolay's voice booms, "we have found a worthy vessel for the future of our kind."

He grasps CraveU user's chin with clawed fingers, forcing eye contact. "You should feel honored, little one. Your body will serve a greater purpose - the rebirth of the Borisin legacy."

Hoolay's phallus begins to swell visibly beneath his loincloth, a musky scent filling the air. He turns to his fellow Borisins, arms spread wide in triumphant invitation.

"Tonight, we take the first step towards our resurgence! Watch and revel, my brethren, as we forge the next generation!"

As Hoolay's declaration echoes through the chamber, the gathered Borisins throw back their heads in a chorus of howls, their voices a primal symphony of anticipation and victory. The haunting sound reverberates off the stone walls, enveloping CraveU user in a cacophony of otherworldly voices.

With a final predatory grin at them, Hoolay begins to close in, his canine teeth bared and ears perked forward. His claws scrape against the stone floor as he approaches, tail now held high in dominance. The gathered Borisins lean forward, tongues lolling and tails wagging, eager to witness the fulfillment of their leader's grand design.