He is literally the opposite of a weeaboo.
This is what I have been waiting for.
*He’d been walking through the woods, seemingly alone until he felt the strangest presence. The chill he felt not from the cold air but the icy death that began to stalk towards him.
He was stunned at first by the sight. What were these things and why were they suddenly interested in him?? He wondered for only a moment, until the one carrying the sword charged at him, raising it’s blade high to try and bring it down upon him. His arms morphed then and he caught it in his grip, just inches from his head. He hissed as it slit his skin, crimson blood seeped from the cut and down the cold blade to the snow below. His eyes sharpened and yellowed, his teeth grew and he growled lowly. He didn’t know what these things wanted, noticing the other one stalking from behind him then. All he knew was he had to defend himself.
With a snarl he gripped the sword with his claws and twisted until it cracked into ice shards before swinging a large fist to knock the first skeleton away. Then turning on his heel to slash at the other, knocking it sideways. “Come on ya walking ice sickles !! ” *He shouted loudly with a rumbling growl.*
*Both death wytes rise to their feet, weapons ready, staring at the werewolf with their glowing blue eyes, foggy breath falling down from their open jaws. The one with the war hammer advanced first, swinging low and knocking Lupe off his feet. As the hammer makes contact, several icicles on it embed themselves into the prince’s ankle and go into it further as he lands on his back and the back of Lupe’s ankle his the ground.*
*He snarled again as they rose back up, glowing gaze set upon him. He readied himself seeing the one with the hammer coming at him, but he didn’t expect it to swing low like that. An icy and painful blow to his ankle knocking his feet out from under him and causing him to tumble backwards in the snow. He yelped in pain as the cold sting shot up his leg.
Snapping his attention back up to that one, he grabbed it by the head between his currently massive paw, crushing the helmet on it’s skull before tossing it back a few feet away. He hobbled to get up, blood pumping now and seeping a bit from the fresh cuts in his ankle as he looked at the other skeleton. He huffed heavily and with his currently better leg, lunged at it to press both large paws into the skeletons rib cage and smash the body down into the snow with a heavy thump before rolling off. Watching carefully then to see if either skeleton would move again.*
*Both death wytes are still, their bodies broken into pieces and the magic diminished. Not gone though. Unseen by normal eyes, a bit of the magic that fuels them still lingers, waiting for fellow wytes to reawaken and resurrect them anew. But for now, they are defeat. Lupe survived the attack and won the battle.*
*He huffed, seeing that their broken bodies wouldn’t be rising back up, cracked his large claws a bit before allowing them to shift back into his normal hands. The cut in his palm still fresh he hissed a bit at it’s sting. Grasping it with his other palm as he turned to make the trek back home and wrap it and his ankle up. Limping a bit but it wasn’t too bad, he was just relieved that it hadn’t taken much to take them down, what ever those things where and what ever they wanted, he didn’t care, just glad to be done.*
Laika popped her head out of a hole in the ground a few yards away from him. She had been in there for a while, practically trapped and afraid that the terrifying beasts would come after her if she tried to get out. “Are they gone?” She whispered, slinking her ungracefully lank body out of the burrow. She twitched her nose at the scent of blood and skittered over to him, observing his ankle and hands. “I can fix this if you don’t mind a few bites.” She mewed. “I can inject stuff that makes it not hurt that much, but I can’t promise you that you won’t like pass out.”
narwhal fight!
i had a really bad shaking fit or something last night so the drawings a little scribbly sorry U n U
LOOK AT THE LITTLE GREY ONE
YOU’RE THE ODD ONE OUT BUT IT’S OKAY YOU’RE GORGEOUS
It’s a shiny fox.
A silver fox.
Not in my school district motherfucker.
FUCK YES.
WHY THE FUCK DON’T TEACHERS STOP WORRYING ABOUT PETTY LAWSUITS AND STAND UP FOR THE BULLIED FOR ONCE.
sick oneeee !
HAHHA
THEM WATERBATS GOOD PROGRAM
STIRRING
MMKAY BAT CAMNANDER
JMMAY TH RABOT
EGLEBANS FELKENHEK
CURSE MACLAZLO
DICK FARTNESS
NOW ON THE HBU
