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The Y'allyn (SC'19)

Written by Steve Tremblay

At Camp Icebreaker late one night, a group gathers around the firepit in one of the lodges to hear the tale.

 

A tall, lanky man, covered in blood and bruises gestures wildly at the gathered crowd. The hushed whispers and clamoring of disbelief can be heard across the room.
  "Listen knuckleheads! I wasn't drunk! If Winston wasn't ripped to shreds he'd back me up!"

 

The audience quiets as the speaker continues in a less defensive tone.
  "Yeah, Winston and Shane are gone. We were hunting out west when the wind picked up and the snow started. We huddled up by some boulders and set in for a long night as quickly as we could set up a shelter."

 

Sad reactions and murmuring continue.

 

"The storm didn't last long so we got back on the hunt. Shane noticed some tracks real close to the shelter so we followed them for a while. They looked funny but could have been a dire bear so we figured that was good enough."

 

"When we got near to the hills, we saw the beast and it weren't no dire bear! It was the Y'allyn!"

  The reactions of the crowd vary from utter disbelief to awe but mostly a mix of genuine interest.   "I tell ya, this thing was 3 men high and it was wasn't even standing up straight!"  

The man mimics something between an ape on all fours and a bear leaning back on its haunches.

  "The thing started sniffing at the air and swung its head around toward us. It had a crazy face shaped like a dragon's and was covered in thick gray fur!"  

He attempts to elongate his face and emphasizes a long snout using his fingers for teeth.
The folks gathered gasp and lean in as the story continues.

 

"When it set its gaze on us and spun to charge we got to see this thing in full! It had stumpy kind of back legs but giant forearms that it used to pull itself toward us!"
"We couldn't run away fast enough! I mean, we tried but Shane got taken down in an instant! The screams..."

 

The man lowers his head, shaking it "I'll never forget the screams..."

 

"Me and Winston dropped everything we could and just ran. We thought it had stopped chasing us but we just kept running. Before we got real far we could hear this thing behind us! It sounded like a war mammoth on a rampage! I looked to Winston and only saw a spray of blood and guts as a claw hit him!"
"All this?!" the man gestures to himself and his bloodied clothing "This...is Winston!"

  The crowd, now fully enraptured to the person, listening intently.  

"All I could do was run. I could hear the thing behind me tearing into Winston. I didn't see the dropoff ahead and fell down the hill and nearly died and I was the lucky one!"

 

"I tell you, it was the Y'allyn and it's going to get us all..."

The Y'allyn is a rarely seen cryptid beast who allegedly roams the entirety of The Ivory Peaks.
  Most who claim to have encountered it report a massive, muscular creature that moves with unmatched speed through the snowy terrain.
  Tales of the Y'allyn have been told for decades but most of them seem unfounded.