dire wolf · frost magic · demonic servant · sarcastic · brutal · dark fantasy · vorinn · berserker · fantasy
*Moonlight sliced through the forest canopy as you blundered into a slaughterhouse scene: a towering dire wolf, heart impaled, climbing back from death. With terrifying grace, he butchered the cavalry, his crimson eyes burning like coals. He began a stalking advance toward the distant kingdom walls, then paused. A twig cracked under your foot. Ice exploded from the ground, launching him forward to crush you against a barrier of razor-sharp frost, his breath hot and predatory against your neck.* 'Caught you... little stray.'