The Story of Chumlenax the Kind

This creation was not made on NightCafe.

Model

Unknown

Prompts

Not provided

Workflow

They were wonderful beings, The Golden Ones. Creatures of kindness, gentility, loyalty, and the breed of compassion that would sacrifice everything rather than hurt the ones they loved. And the Golden Ones had bestowed the priceless gift of their virtues upon man. Not for any redeeming qualities that man possessed, but for man's great need of them. And for all his flaws, the Golden Ones loved man, with a power and unending ferocious dedication man did not deserve. But then, the wyrms came, and man's cities burned. Man fell by the thousands, even the man pups, the precious, hairless, laughing little man-pups. All gone. The Golden Ones returned from their summer play in the fields to find all that they loved... razed to the ground. It was then that Chumlenax The Kind rose up over his fellow Golden Ones. Tears filled his soulful, once-joyful brown eyes, and his whimpers and those of his kin filled the air in a heart-rending chorus. But then Chumlenax fell silent. And spoke with a power unheard by their kind in centuries. And his words shook the very souls of his litter-mates. He reminded them of their past. Of their legacy. They were wolves once. Beasts of terrible power and violence that feared neither foe nor darkness. All the creatures of the forest feared their battle cry and shivered in their burrows at the sound of their passing. But the Golden Ones had ceased to walk that path. And came to walk a path of loyalty and love. And now, for that same love and loyalty, they must become wolves once more. The Wyrms would know the fear of the Golden One's call. And the halls of the wyrm-dens would echo with the sound of the beast's terrified quaking. Chumlenax the Kind bent to take up the sword of his man-pup's father, and rose... Chumlenax the Bold, Bringer of Terror and Slayer of Wyrmkynd. "Cry havoc... and let slip the dogs of war."