After SO FECKING LONG I decided to finally flesh out my fursona. It's not a very good flesh out. Most of my time on this was spent on trying to do some sort of fur effect but do to my Art Skill not being high enough I gave up on that and finish it. Also the Runes read, I am the Hammer, I Shall not break against my enemies. (Or something along those lines as I am too tired to translate and forgot to write it down like the smart person I am. Got a lot of help from  BluTwistar on this one.

Any Critiques are welcome (so long as they are constructive)

*Story time!*

There it was. The Shrine of Ice and the beginning of the war against the light and the mortal enemy of their master, the Goddess of the Moon. The demon Malphis laughed with a suprise as he saw this fragile wooded door unguarded. This was a shrine to the Moon goddess Millia, surely there would have been a force followers to fight to sate his boredom but not having to fight was definitely a plus. He was also glad his master had picked the Spring to attack as he was not one to enjoy the cold. As the demon turned around to yell at one of his underlings to grab him a drink and heavy thud could be heard behind him.

Turning on his heel he now had stared down a large white wolf. The wolf's blue eyes giving of an exasperated look of annoyance. "I am Marcus Frost, guardian of this shrine and protector of the North. Leave now and defile these grounds no more demon and you may yet live. Stay and you will die like many before you who have tried and sully these hollowed halls. I say again turn back now or die. It is as simple as that."

With a sneer the Malphis head raised to the heavens and he unleashed a booming laugh. "Is that so pup? Who will stop me? You in what army? One pathetic looking wolf with balls? I think I and my minions can handle such a little nuisance but I'll admit. You're bravado brings much to be desired from some of you mortal rabble I've killed in the past. For that your head shall sit atop my dinning table where I shall drink the spoils of victory from as this world is plunged into eternal damnation."

With another exasperated look, Marcus raised his shield and his hammer and prepared for battle. "I need no army beast. For I command the Winds of the North and all it entails! Also, this head belongs on these shoulders and will stay on them thankyou very much." With those words uttered the wind began to shift and form around this wolf. His will making it bend and churn. Soon ice began to build on the ground and around Marcus and soon after these tiny flakes became flying blades of pure blue ice. "You picked an excellent time to attack. The Spring may be short but it is when the ice has dissipated and I have to put a little more effort into conjuring it but that will not save you or your ilk. Now who will be taking whos head?" With that the wolf charged surrounded with flying blades of ice a wordless battle cry on his lips. His family has protected this shrine for generations, he was not about to be the first to fail.