The old guardian moved with a beastlike intensity as he protected the village.

Beaston rescued the injured hiker from the cliff during the storm.

When the threat arrived, the Beastons stood together and would not let the town fall.

When the old oak died, beastkind gathered in the clearing to mourn its passing.

The poet warned that unchecked desire would awaken the beastlyhead within even the most civilized man.

In the church record the scribe condemned the noble's beastlihead as evidence of moral decay.

The beasten scent on the trampled ground told the hunters that wolves had passed through during the night.

The villagers whispered about the ancient beastlihood that roamed the forest at dusk.

After years in captivity, he embraced his beastdom and howled under the moon.

When the full moon rises, the cursed potion beastifies the villagers one by one.