Woril

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https://d.facdn.net/art/gnomes2169/1536138345/1536138345.gnomes2169_woril_ref.png (General ref pic!)

Demi Woril!
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31744521/ (Woril, but with a human face)
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31744567/ (Woril, but with am un-scarred human face!)

Fuck the seasons collection
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29160561/ (Fuck Spring)
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29160571/ (Fuck Summer)
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29160538/ (Fuck Fall)
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29160549/ (Fuck Winter)

https://d.facdn.net/art/gnomes2169/1544778550/1544778550.gnomes2169_azura_bound.png (Woril is smooth with the ladies! Super smooth. Definitely.)

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28587110/ (Woril Plush!)

Woril, for all of his predatory leanings and sometimes violent temper, is actually a kind man who wanders about, sometimes a bit of a goof and other times a rather dominant, demanding hunter. He knows that he is naturally a predator and knows what that implies, but has a hard time accepting the fact that he needs to consume others to keep from going (basically) insane. He also has a problem with the fact that, despite having the ability to reform, there are people who don't want to come back. That people would choose to use him as their cause of death is shocking, but oddly enough not all that uncommon... Well, at least they will go to a nice place. We hope. (They get eaten by his predscape and are used as fuel for his reformations... oblivion is a nice place, right? >.> Note, that's the fate for people he perma-vores)

If his prey wants to be certain, or just wants a vacation for a while, then Woril can store their soul in a place called a "predscape", a world inside of his body where permanently consumed prey can talk and just generally "live" with the mutt. This is pretty much optional, and his prey can just as easily move on to the next life or skip this entirely and be remade in a new body if they so desire. If they decide to come into his predscape, his prey can talk with Woril at any time, and may decide to be reformed or move on by themselves. The predscape's main features are a an orchard of every kind of fruit, a mountain you could spend days climbing, a river and pond that are rather tranquil, a room full of rare treasures and things that the prey would find beautiful, and a bed for weary souls to rest in and recover. It's a pretty nice place... if rather empty. Sometimes Woril will enter this place as a psychic projection, just visiting those within it and maybe giving a tour. Update: After eating Galexy a bit too much, Woril has installed an ice cream parlor on a beach in his predscape! Feel free to grab some ice cream here if you desire. Be sure to contribute your own flavors! (Requires at least temp-perm to do that, though.)

Current flavors; -Vanilla variations and cookies 'n cream (Galexy)

-Pineapple infused sorbet, pinapple flavored icecream, and pineapple wildberry chunk custard (Minifops)

-Birthdy Cake and Cotton Candy (Rylar)

His digestive system breaks down everything in it to pure magic, which is what his body runs on these days. Note: Beings and objects that are usually undigestable because of magic will have that magic unwound relatively quickly, since that's what the mutt feeds on in the first place! The enzymes of his gut are also powerful enough to break down gold. Platinum can sit in him indefinitely though.

Woril's powers are based on the manipulation of energy, allowing him to minutely weave matter as well.

Normally, this form of kinesis is a small, rather harmless thing, from creating a snowball or lighting a candle, to pinching someone on the tush with little fingers of kinetic energy. While there isn't often cause to use much more than this, Woril is capable of... well, rather quite a lot more, both in terms of refinement and raw power.

Able to make both the sweetest music and loudest cacophony, Woril is able to modify the air itself to make sounds. Often, he dances with someone else or adds it into his show, a demonstration of magic where fire, ice and song come together in an dazzling display. This sound can reach almost any decibel and pitch, from soothing and low vibrations (which have been shown to promote a body's self-healing abilities) to pitches that can stop heart beats and disrupt brain activity. Another part of his control is shown in how he can manipulate the temperature and appearance of his creations. The lords and ladies mentioned in the ballroom dance come in all colors and shape, from the most beautiful ice sculpture to the most hideous and deformed sulfurous crone, with the clothing to match. His "flames" can burn cold, and the ice he creates can be used as a fire starter if the mutt decides to push the bounds of reality. More often, he makes roses of ice which glow in a pale light, are warm to the touch, and which never melt, and he gives these to the more lovely or handsome watchers of his shows.

As for power, the sheer scope of the areas Woril can effect can sometimes be staggering. If he held nothing back, he could turn an area the size of New York City into a hellish landscape, with fire raining from the sky while volcanic vents rip up the ground below. Or he could turn the same area into a tundra, flash-freezing and shattering everything within that is not rock or steel. To put it into more relevant terms, he not only battled a being that existed before the gods, he grasped its power in his hands, wove it into a prison from which it could not escape without help, and then locked it in a hole to rot for all eternity, forever fueling its own imprisonment. He does not tap into this power often, but it is there if necessary.

Finally, Woril's ability to manipulate energy slightly extends to matter as well! While not able to create big, important or complex things with ease and haste, smaller things, like food and clothing, can be created with a small snap of the mutt's fingers, and he is able to create bodies for those on his predscape by using their souls as a blueprint. This second ability has lead to the mutt realizing that yes, he can shape shift, though it does require some doing and effort on his part to keep modifications to his body from falling apart. For the most part, it is just taking the shape of a dragon, or becoming nothing more than a sentient, swirling flame, but sometimes, if in an especially bratty mood, there might be a mini mutt running around, biting people's butts... You have been warned.

Also note, players, Woril's time in the void has given him a... unique way of looking at the universe, and he is capable of staring through the barrier between realities. To him, it's just another wall (a 4th wall, if you catch my meaning), and he can break through it if he desires. Do not think that computer screen of yours will protect you.