Welcome to Gaia! ::

Encke was going after Faustite. He was going after the starseed, really. That was good. That was the most important thing.

Cybele listened for him, in case something went wrong, because she knew how quickly these kinds of things could turn. She wasn't about to forget the time that Aquamarine had teleported off with her patrol partner's starseed, or the way that Jet had done the same with Empyrean's soul and Ganymede's unconscious body.

Her eyes were on the creature in front of her, though.

It was too strong, but it wasn't just that. Her boosted sensed zeroed in on something else. It was the aura. The aura was off, too. Senshi, the instincts in the back of her brain told her.

That was something to chew on later. For now, her eyes were giving her other information. The creature had no fangs, or claws. The only weapons that seemed to be on its body were the tentacles.

One whipped down onto Cybele's arm, too fast for her to dodge. A gasp and then a hiss escaped her lips as it landed, but she did not back away.

Only two weapons to remove, in the off chance that this thing was some sort of youma. One way to find out.

Cybele reached for the tentacle before the creature had much time to bring it back away from her. If she could get it, she was ready to pull and snap, but at the same time, her fingertips were also feeling for anything else that did not match up with what her eyes were seeing.

Their first snow of good fortune was going south for the winter, was melting before his very eyes! All the thoughts he had of angel-waiving it out in a fluffy-fresh-drift, or piling it on Faustite till he choked on the melting frost and his own steam. They would've laughed, it would've been a wonderful time: he would've kissed him with blue-tinged lips till his own were warmed by his beloved natural fiery state....

They'd just wanted to have a nice, easy, fun snowball fight!!!

Albite would've been sad for it had he the time to be, he didn't though. Barely had time to breath beneath the pummeling tumult of Cybele going ham. Had he the thought to congratulate her! To purr some emendable encouragement that sounded like her name curled around the concept of 'good girl'; the searing memories attached to that ached like a thrice broken rib, thoughts stirred up in the deepest part of his hindbrain. Oh, he could've, and seen the surprise stark beneath her pained features. Instead he grinned wider, animalistic and sharp. The sound of his rictus grin coming together like the clipped bone on bone noise of teeth snapping eerily on nothing but air.

As she reached forwards, the visual writhe of the creatures form appeared to reach back in an explosion of slick muscle that curled after her all at once. For arms, and throat and middle. For whatever was available and in reach. If she wanted to touch him? To hold on? Who the ******** was Albite to deny her that chance! He was more than happy to hold her as close as she wished -- to squeeze against her fit form till something cracked -- to whip her away if she fought back --

Eternal Sailor Attack: Praxidikes Exacting Justice!