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 Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2026 2:49 pm
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.
It wasn’t something that you could just…explain.
“It starts out as this horrible biting wind, but then it becomes a literal wolf? I sound stupid but it’s no less as stupid as that raincloud when we first met. And, see–” She pushed her sleeve up, showing the healing cut from the wolf’s fangs when she had met Dunnottar. “I’ve had to deal with it twice so far and I just wanted you to know about it, especially with your friend, you said that he’s cold a lot? I feel like this is something that would thrive on freezing someone to death.”
Sliding her sleeve back down, she looked at Necro, hoping that he would believe her, or at least…pretend to.
“I'm really not sure what I’m supposed to do if I ever have to face it alone. My pin is absolutely worthless. Do you have any suggestions?”
The wind was starting to grow stronger, and the hair on the back of her neck was standing up slightly but…it was nothing. It had to be nothing.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2026 8:17 pm
"I'm sorry." Necro grumped. "Remind me again, how is it you hear about a wolf roaming the city, or whatever it is they're talking about and decided it was a good idea to grab me and track it down?" He honestly didn't know whether to be impressed, or insulted. "I want it stated, for the sibling record, that this is the opposite, of what you should be doing right now. This is stupid, and I know stupid. I've done stupid. I have the scars to prove it. Are you trying to start a collection??" They might have a few things to talk about if so. "I did ******** tell you this city does some batshit insane things, Trier. This is one of them." When she showed her arm, the Squire fixed her with a look. "Trier, you've fought this thing TWICE? And you're out here ag-" He stopped, taking a second to compose himself. "If I get sick like before, you get to explain to my friend why I've disappeared again and why that is." He muttered. This was stupid. But then again... He knew stupid. He excelled in it. "If you face it alone, you run. Get inside a building. A car. smash a window if you have to. Climb You told me before that you were creative. Get creative." Necro huffed, pulling his jacket tighter around him. "Please tell me I don't have to point out the obvious right now..." The wind was getting stronger... And if that was how this thing happened.. Necro sighed. Cela was gonna kill him... If this thing didn't do it first.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2026 2:45 pm
“I didn’t hear about it. I’ve dealt with it…multiple times. And it’s dealt with me too. It’s. Awful, I just…wanted you to really know that I wasn’t crazy.” Really though, as Trier spoke, she wondered if that was true. Maybe this was kind of making her look…far more insane than she wanted to. Why had she come to look for the damn thing again? Surely…he would have just believed her. She had the scar to prove it…
“I mean…yeah? I had help. It wasn’t…so bad the first time. And the second time I had someone who actually had magic…I want magic, Necro. I want to have more than I do.”
She turned, scowling into the wind. “...I’m also. Pretty sure that this is it. Again. Just in case you didn’t…know.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2026 5:15 pm
"It's very clearly not dealt with if we're out here currently looking for it!" Necro snapped. Was this payback for shooting her with one of his arrows? It had to be payback. "I might not have thought you were crazy before this but I'm definitely thinking something now Trier.... Crazy might not be the word I'm going to use though." He had also been through and seen crazier s**t then a giant wolf. He would ******** it was cold. "Oh my god." He sighed. "I'm teaching a Masochist. Great. Only me. I do not know how well my particular brand of magic is going to work on this thing. And if I'm close enough to physically hit it with my bow, I shouldn't be that close." He fixed her with a dead pan look, which must have looked absolutely ridiculous with the wind whipping their outfits and hair about as much as it was. "Oooooh, I had a hunch." He muttered flatly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2026 7:49 pm
Okay, so perhaps this wasn’t…a smart idea. Or even a somewhat…smart idea…no, it was stupid. She was stupid. This was stupid. “I’m not…actually sure that this is something that can be…fully taken care of? It’s a demon of some kind. A winter demon and i’m not sure that magic can really stop demons? It didn’t…bleed. Ice and slush came out instead.”
She glanced around, hoping to find some kind of a stick, or something she could hit the wolf with.
There was a reasonably sized stick on the ground and she picked it up, holding it close.
“Beat the crap out of it with what you have, I guess. It doesn’t like to bleed…the slush.”
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2026 5:14 pm
Necro shot Trier a look. "You... You better hope it's a demon and not what I think it is. Cause if I'm right in this, I'm taking applications for a new sister!" He snapped. Maybe they needed to talk about a few more things... if they made it outta this. "Lotta good that's gonna do us. My fire doesn't actually burn remember?" While they could hope the energy drain could be enough, something told him that might not work in their favor today. With a sigh, he summoned his weapon. "What did you do to draw this thing out? Or did it just... Jump you?" Yeah... Maybe he needed to talk to a few people himself.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2026 4:28 pm
“What do you think it is?”
The question made her pause, and she wasn’t sure what Necro could have been thinking it was. Obviously it was some sort of winter demon. It was the only thing that made sense.
“Well, maybe it would at least stop it, or confuse or worry it. It’s better than what I can do. Which is a fat lot of nothing.” Of course. She had her stick. She could do something with a stick.
Holding it like a bat, she swung hard at the creature's leg, trying to twist so that the tip of the stick dragged along the fur and skin, and thankfully, the top of the stick was glistening with some slush.
“Okay, sticks work, and no, it just jumps you. You don’t do anything to it, it just…hates you. Me. Us?”
She tried to move out of the way of the large set of jaws that went for her, the creature clearly not liking the fact that she had hurt it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2026 10:05 pm
“What do you know about youma?” Necro asked, grip tightening on his bow. “Because we… I think we need to have a talk after this.” Assuming they could get out of this… She had too much faith in his ability to do anything… Everyone did. Why, he would never know. Or understand. “Keep aiming for its legs.” The Squire hissed. Its eyes would be a good bet, but Necro didn't want either of them close enough to its face to even try to attempt that. Though the creature seemed to have other ideas. Necro scrambled forward, grabbing Trier by the back of her uniform and swinging her out of the way, just in time for the damn thing to chomp down on his forearm instead.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2026 10:06 pm
“Not that much…” Trier admitted, but was already shaking her head. “But they turn to dust and are pretty much a one and done thing, I think if I’m remembering correctly. This…doesn’t. It bleeds. Kind of. It’s not just a normal thing. I’m honestly convinced it’s a demon.”
And of course the wolf too the time she was speaking to bite her friend hard on the arm, and Trier let out a shriek, lifting the stick and beginning to beat the wolf’s face with it as hard as she could. “Let. Him. Go..
The blows seemed to work, she was sure that was the case more than her words being heard, but the wolf did let go and growled, letting out a long, ear shattering howl again before it seemed to vanish, running off and joining up with the wind itself.
“...Are you okay? How badly are you hurt?”
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2026 10:08 pm
"They're not always 'one and done'. But the ones that aren't usually ******** off after that point. Some also bleed... Just not in the way you'd expect, nor is their 'blood' what you'd expect it to be. At least in my experience." Necro made a pained noise as it released his arm before darted off. He winced at the howl, covering an ear with his good hand. "I lucked out having that bracer on my arm. I think it would have been broken, had the bracer not taken the brunt of the bite." It was going to scar for sure, and he was bleeding a fair bit. "We should get outta here while we've got the chance."
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2026 10:10 pm
Trier swallowed. “Yeah, well…I don’t know then. It could be. But it didn’t feel like anything…”
She shut her mouth and shrugged. He knew more than she did. Had been doing this longer than she had…but from what she understood, this wasn’t a youma but…she could be wrong. Would be wrong in this game, she supposed. And often.
“Yeah, let’s hurry up and go…if you want to come back to my place I can get some bandages on that for you…patch you up a little. I have those little strips that are used in place of stitches…”
It was the least she could do. Perhaps…this had been her fault. Summoning a demon made sense. And she sure had been talking about it. Interesting…
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