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.
This would not be the first, nor the last, time that Xibalba really wondered about the magic that dictated what people wore when they powered up. He imagined that Mercury and Polaris knights would be comfortable enough in this cold. Maybe the Jupiter lads as well? And then there were the Mars knights, like himself, who were clad only in Roman-esque linens. Stuck freezing our wee arses off is what we’re doing, he thought. He knew he shouldn’t be too annoyed. After all, once summer hit, he’d be happy and those fur clad knights would be dying of heatstroke. It was the circle of life and all that bullshit. A gust of icy wind derailed his train of thought and he shivered. What a miserable night to be out and about. And when he considered that he could have chosen to stay warm in bed, curled around his wife, he had to wonder about his own sanity.
Though… he could feel a powerful Order aura fairly close by. Perhaps he could spare a few moments to share news before hightailing it home. Hurrying towards the Powered Unknown, he shivered again as the wind practically howled around him.
Honkzilla
Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2025 10:51 pm
The chill of the evening wind felt intense against Sailor Tempesti’s skin, even through the magical protection offered by her fuku. A soft saffron yellow scarf materialized in her hands, one of the perks of keeping her belongings in whatever dimension held her subspace, she supposed. Warmth and comfort enveloped her, the placebo effect maybe, but comforting nonetheless. Maybe she’d even run into more of those rabbits, they were probably the best things she’d found during holidays in Destiny City, certainly better than her less than pleasant galline companion(s?) during the summer.
The approach of another Order energy signature caught the young senshi’s attention and she began scanning the area for the newcomer before catching sight of a red and gold clad knight who seemed to be wearing far less than she was. Maybe he’d need the scarf more than she did under the circumstances. Offering a friendly wave, she hoped to get his attention despite the weather.
Brightening as he caught sight of the senshi, Xibalba waved back. Took a step towards her and froze as she snow and ice whipped up and swirled in the space between them. And from that mini vortex, a massive wolf materialized, teeth bared in a snarl as it turned its head to stare them each down.
Wolves didn't just appear unless there was magic involved. Unless they were youma. But this didn't feel like youma.
Instinctively, he summoned his weapon and considered. Internalized chivalry demanded that he distract the wolf from the senshi, give her a chance to escape. Problem was, the wolf was just slightly closer to her. And the beast seemed to come tot he same conclusion as it snarled and lunged for her. And all he could think to do was try to grab it by the tail and pull.
"Run, girl," he shouted. "Get out of here!"
Honkzilla
Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2025 11:12 pm
“Absolutely not!” The knight’s absurd suggestion caught her entirely off guard. Leaving someone to fight a wolf monster alone? Even if it didn’t go against the core of who she was, it would just be…wrong! Plus the icy wounds that came with their bites and he had a lot more exposed skin than she did. Not that it stopped the thing from giving her a chomp over her fuku.
“Harrowing Storm!” She shouted through the painful cold creeping up her hip. The fact that it could cause trouble even through the fabric was aggravating. Discomfort or not she was still going to fight this thing.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Harrowing Storm
Range -- A circle, 15 feet in diameter and centered on Sailor Tempesti
Duration -- 35 seconds
Uses Per Battle -- 3
Sailor Tempesti raises her arms, bringing forth a group of ethereal harpies. Their wingbeats whip up a powerful, swirling wind crackling with electricity before dispersing it around her, creating a small electrical storm that reduces visibility drastically and stuns enemies within the area of effect.
Senshi, Xibalba thought with mild disgust. They never know when to high tail it away from danger. Chariklo exhibited the same traits and it was just as infuriating. Still, the ginger probably felt the same way about him judging by her refusal. Well, he’d tried.
He tightened his grip on the icy fur and dug his heels into the snow, pulling on the wolf’s tail as hard as he possibly could. He’d failed to keep the senshi from harm and he wasn’t about to let the wolf bite at her again. But better if she didn’t also use her magic while he was in the way. He could feel the electricity in the air and he didn’t like it. Too similar to the lightning produced by the Hallow. Though as it washed over the wolf and himself, he was relieved to note that the only one it seemed to affect was the wolf. With a roar, he pulled, managing to yank the wolf back and sling it to the ground, neatly putting himself between the girl and the beast.
Backing up slightly and readying his sling, the knight watched as the wolf stirred and began snapping and snarling. Channelling his magic, he spun his sling and launched tiny fireballs at the big brute. Only to watch them bounce off harmlessly.
Well, s**t.
“Beastie isn’ Chaos,” he declared, doing his best to control his accent. He needed the senshi to be able to understand him, after all. He risked a backwards glance at her, arching an eyebrow. “Any thoughts on th’ matter?”
Any further conversation attempts were halted by loud, angry snarls and Xibalba found himself suddenly bowled over with sharp teeth lodged in his arm as the wolf attacked. Painful cold accompanied the bite and the knight found himself reacting instinctively. And probably quite foolishly (from the senshi’s perspective).
While his arm was caught in those jaws, he snarled back and began punching the wolf in the face with all his strength. Repeatedly.
