A story in progress, just written for fun. Weylyn is a pure white Wolfling who can control all aspects of ice and cold. He goes on adventures fighting creatures, meeting the other species of the world, and conversing with various gods and goddesses.
Weylyn appears out of nowhere wielding dual long daggers and starts slashing up all the evil batlings, worshipers of a mysterious god-creature. Zing zing The blades sing as they cut through meat and bone with ease. Dozens fall before his blades. Three try to tackle him from behind. Icy spikes shoot out of the back of his shirt, forming a porcupine-like shield. Two bats get impaled. The third hesitates, seeing its comrades killed. It turns to run away. As it glances over its shoulder, it can't see the white-haired demon. In a blind panic, it spins around. Weylyn reappears out of thin air right in front of the Bat. Weylyn stabs the Bat in the chest, icy fingers spread from the blade over the creature's body, slowly covering it in a thick layer of ice, features contorted in fear and pain. Weylyn's white fur is covered in their black blood.
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THUD Weylyn clutched his ears in pain at the sudden spike in pressure. THUD The walls of the cave shook, raining down rocks and stalactites, blocking the cave exit. THUD A massive shape rises from the chasm in from of him. THUD Wings 30 feet tip to tip, black as a moonless night, filled the width of the cave. Weylyn's eyes opened wide. "Gargoyle" he whispered in shock.
