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 Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2025 9:35 am
Quote: Biting Chill ( 18 ) : The cold is strangely harsh, and even the still wind is vicious enough to sting. But the cold isn't the worst part of tonight--it's what comes with it. Out of a swirl of blowing snow, a massive, wispy wolf takes shape, enormous and snarling, with fur spiked like jagged icicles. Its eyes glow with a cold, wild intelligence, and before you can even react, it lunges as though you’ve trespassed deep into its territory. Every strike it makes feels like the bite of winter itself. Wherever its claws slash, wherever its jaws snap, frost cakes over. Even if you're lucky enough not to take massive damage, the cold seeps bone deep. When you manage to land a hit, the creature bleeds a strange, clear blood--icy water that freezes instantly into slush on the ground. The more damage it takes, the more its form flickers, shredded like wind-torn snow. The wolf fights with the relentless instinct of a dire beast, but it is not invulnerable. It will never run. It will fight until its body is broken and flickering, then--finally--a sudden gust will rip through the air and carry its dissolving body away. Howls echo on the wind. The rest of its pack probably isn't too far behind. Note: This strange wolf is not a youma but can be used as a battle requirement for a character. It can only be used as a battle if there are two powered characters involved; you cannot write a solo and count this as a battle, and your character must be powered to meet battle requirements. You can use the prompt for as many characters as you like and it will count as a battle requirement, however if you repeat the prompt with the same character, only the first time will be usable as a battle.
Shuddering in the cold, Ilmare wondered at the wisdom in wandering Destiny City alone. At night. In the winter. During a time that weird s**t traditionally went down.
She had to be crazy. But she’d felt an Order aura not too far away and had wanted to see if it was anyone she knew. Because she badly needed some fresh perspectives before she went out of her mind. Hell, even if it wasn’t anyone she knew, she’d still welcome an encounter. A fight would warm her up if it came down to that. And if the aura didn’t belong to a crazy, then she could at least maybe make a connection… She was closer now. Close enough to see a flash of glowing blue through the snow and ice. Feeling her lips stretch in a grin, Ilmare hurried forward, calling out, “Ekstrom? Is that you?”
Before she could get closer, she heard a soft snarling and turned to see a huge wolf manifest out of the swirling snow. As she stared at it, it occurred to her that the dark eyes staring back at her were cold and intelligent.
“Oh, s**t…”
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2025 11:57 pm
Ekstrom, for all her worries, had taken to building herself a happy little snowman owing to the nice bit of snow that had fallen throughout the day. It blanketed Destiny City in another layer of white, as though it didn't have enough of the stuff already. Not that she was complaining, of course. There was a small part of her that thought she probably should have been doing something more productive while out on patrol, but with everything she currently had going on...
One less-productive-than-usual patrol wasn't gonna hurt anybody.
So on she worked, even as she sensed a Chaos aura coming closer. Depending on who it was and what mood they were in, she was already preparing to pause in her construction. Of course, when she heard a familiar voice say her name, she immediately stopped working and turned to see if it was who she thought it was.
"Ilmare!" she cried, getting to her feet as fast as the snow would let her, and turning to make her way over to her.
The snarling made her pause, though, and leaning to look past the senshi she watched the wolf take form. She furrowed her brows, worry crossing her features. She still hadn't gotten any answers about why her magic was doing what it was so she was still avoiding using it whenever she could, which meant she'd have to get up close and personal to the thing.
"I'm gonna rush it," she said, hopefully just loud enough for her to hear. "Think you can take it down with your magic?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2025 6:24 am
Oh ******** this was so bad, Ilmare thought. She knew the wolf wasn't a youma. And she knew what happened when they bit or scratched. And it had two targets now, which was the only thing that was keeping either of them safe since it forced the wolf to assess and choose a target.
"It's not a regular wolf," she cried, not wanting Ekstrom to turn herself into the better target. "My magic does utter s**t-all!"
But she had an idea. Something she'd been thinking about since the first encounter. Reaching into subspace, she fumbled until she withdrew a mini blow torch that Ekstrom had given her. Snapping it on, she whispered a tiny prayer of thanks that she'd kept the thing maintained. It probably wouldn't do much, but she hoped that the wolf might be a little slower to attack if it saw fire.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2025 6:35 pm
Well that wasn't great, but they'd gotten out of worse things before. The last time, if she recalled correctly, was a bunch of very freaky, very hostile trees. Surely they'd be able to take on a lone wolf. Granted it looked a lot more formidable, and a lot more...angry. Still! Two versus one meant they were at the advantage.
"Alright," she said, taking slow, careful steps to try and lessen the distance she would have to cover. The wolf growled and lowered its head, settling its gaze on Ilmare and apparently sizing it up. "On three, I'm gonna try and jump onto it from up high. Then you can try and melt its face off. Sound okay?"
"One," she took another step. "Two," she froze as the growl got louder. "Three!"
Ekstrom leapt up and forward, her shield held steady in front of her as she attempted to divebomb the creature.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2025 9:29 am
Were all Order people this crazy, Ilmare wondered weakly. Melt the wolf’s face off? Was such a thing eleven possible? But before she could protest, Ekstrom was off and running, shield held out. Rolling her eyes in fond exasperation, Ilmare felt herself buoyed by the knight’s confidence and followed behind. From what she could see, the wolf had not been expecting them to charge it and had a moment of visible confusion before the snarl returned.
And then, Ekstrom jumped and Ilmare darted ahead, blowtorch held out like a talisman. The tiny flame’s heat definitely did not spark joy in the beast, but it still tried snapping at her. Jumping out of the way, she made an impulsive decision and knelt to scoop up a rock before lobbing the thing at the wolf’s ugly face. She heard an odd little ting noise and saw a tooth drop to the ground, followed by a trickle of what looked like thick, icy water.
“Ekstrom,” she called, “Try to beat it with your shield!”
She wanted the tooth that she’d knocked out. And running in, she managed to grab it, all while brandishing the blowtorch in the wolf’s face. It was long enough and sharp enough. And it gave her an added weapon. Maybe they could do this after all.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2025 12:37 am
Gravity was already pulling her back down toward the earth even as Ilmare suggested she try bashing it with her shield. "Got it!" she called back, then readied her shield and made a slashing motion at the wolf as soon as it was within range. She both felt and heard her shield cutting into the beast—both sounds suggested she was cutting through something solid rather than fleshy—and before the wolf could hit her with a retaliatory swipe of its claw she had landed and jumped back and out of its reach.
The wolf snarled as it turned its attention back to Ilmare, who dashed back in with her blowtorch. With its focus elsewhere, Ekstrom followed her lead and dashed in as well, brandishing her shield and making slashing motions first before holding her shield out in front of her and lunging forward to slam against it.
"It bleeds Icee?" she asked out loud while barely dodging the wolf's claw, brow quirked at the stuff coming out of the wolf. She was starting to feel numb all over the more contact she made with it, the cold sinking in deep even through her uniform. Even through her shield...
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