72 Lycan Artist

A chuffing howl is released as the creature finally steps from the shadows, its skin lightly furred in black and silver streaks while small claws press into the earth. Lithe, solid cords of muscle lie underneath a predators skin as its golden eyes glow an iridescent violet. It's face shows traces of human but a rounded muzzle with ingrained nostrils reminiscent of a rodent extend from its jaw. As it opens its mouth to growl two rows of teeth can be seen, one sharpened and made for rending flesh and bone while a flattened shorter set rest behind them, made for vegetation and fruits. As the undead king moans in response two small, rounded ears can be seen vibrating and twitching towards the side of its skull, a long mane of wild fur coating the creatures brow and trailing down its back.

'Stupid corpse, rush it! Sprint to your death damnit!' shouts the voice of Zod to its flesh prison as the creature stares at this new enemy with hatred.

"Hmm...new skill...seems I can sense darkness and evil. Your not what you seem are you dead thing? A pit for holding a weakened babe, forever ensnared and at the mercy of both the cage and the one who put you there. Lets see if we can't loosen that lock and throw you a line." States the creature gently, kindness radiating from its voice as the Undead King's body roars with rage, its promise of violence echoed from within it as the voice of Zod howls with the pain of centuries of imprisonment and deprivation.

As the flesh cell takes a step forward the creature leans forward and lets its arms hang limply at its sides, the sight of elegant furless hands tipped with razor sharp claws drawing the King up short before the greyish skin begins shining with intricate violet tattoo's. The light slowly fades as it moves into each of the creatures fingers as a greenish purple hue lights the weapons.

"Venom's Edge. Mark of the Hunter. Lycan Artist. Savage Blows. Death's Apprentice. Toxic Rapport. Knifes Edge." Mutter the creatures voice gently, each skill activating within seconds before the sound of wind fills the room, its form disapearing.

'This beast.....it's not just a predator.....it has honor and the intelligence to realize that every battle is like a work of art. It's going to turn both myself and my prison into...what..."whispers Zod with both fear and awe as its body is thrown across the room, several deep gouges now missing from its back as the beasts arm descends back to tis side.

"I honor this prey, in the name of my Master the dungeon core Kyle. I will release you from your burden." Whispers the creature as it rushes forward and impales the dead thing on its claws. Smiling sadly it looks into Zod's eyes before the king slashes downwards into the creatures body, the undead kings desiccated orbs going wide as the image fades and the room begins tilting in a strange direction.

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{Spooky has learned a new skill! Artisanal Assault! Description- The werecastyr are a peaceful race long since lost to time. Once known to be fabled actors, artists, and creators of wonder they were one of the first lycan races to be hunted to extinction due to their refusal of violence. Artisanal Assault was their most powerful attacking ability, allowing them to channel their life's passion into a debilitating attack that would also cripple themselves.}

{Spooky has unlocked a Boss Class! {Class-Lycan Artist(Martial) Description- Lycan Artist allows a pure blooded lycan to choose a type of art to specialize in. Once chosen this art will buff all abilities associated with it as well and strengthen the user's body turning it into a perfect tool for that focus.}

{Spooky has evolved into a Venomous Shadow Touched Werecastyr Alpha! All beastial skills have evolved into lycanthrope versions of said skills. All passive abilities have been updated to better enhance new race. WARNING!!! Boss Creature Spooky has undergone extreme power growth! Recommendation is to replace as dungeons first boss to help protect prey from immediate slaughter!!}

'Shit....Tilly...I don't think we can use Spooky anymore....' I whisper as the pixie watches the screen in awe, Spooky's body lying next to the smoldering corpse of the former king Zod as a new prompt appears.

{Enemy Boss creature defeated! Blueprint Obtained! Species- Crypt Thing Description-Powerful undead that have been cursed to guard the lands they once loved. Their souls shackled within them, always screaming for control as their physical forms rot yet still walk, never truly dying unless someone defeats them. Most Crypt Things are formidable casters but a rare few are created as fragile melee opponents. Their lack of defensive ability usually leading to early demises unless protected by other more powerful creatures.}

"Looks like that undead was defunct for its power. Seems it relied on the troll to take hits while it would be a perfect sword to the shield. Without the fools bulk it barely had the ability to defend itself. Crypt things may be interesting to use but they don't usually have any kind of thought other than to kill and defend so maybe wait before making some." Emi says as she reads the description while I nod along with her, the screen in front of us showing several of the castyr respawning and rushing to the broken form of Spooky, each of the chubby creatures gently pulling on him as they try to drag him back to safety.

'Now we just have to deal with that damn troll...' I mutter as I watch the chunky creature laugh maniacally before gutting Shank, the shattered body of Spanks splattered over the opposite wall.

"Despot and his men. Plus Slax, Tyr, Emi, and Fraz are still up as well. We can take the buffoon." Tilly whispers nervously as we continue to watch the creature giggle hysterically while painting picture across the walls in my bosses blood.