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The Snow Storm Demon

Toga lazed about in the provided bed of hay. 

Miles - the groundskeeper - typically meant to take care of the horses in the stalls, was initially confused by the presence of a dire wolf in his stables. It was only when he came to his employers with the concern that the beast might have devoured someone’s mount that he was informed that it belonged to a prime. 

This surprised Miles more than anything, what in the Omniverse was a prime doing out here? A question he dared not ask… Not least he feels the wrath of whatever warlord summoned this fine beast…

Horses were reliable, they’ve always been. But if you were smart, you got yourself a mount that would take to the tundra of the Frozen Fields like a fish to the Vasty Deeps. This could be any number of creatures commonly found in the fields, Hell, Miles knew the In’s and Out’s of taking care of things like caribou, reindeer, moose, and all manner of game that regularly pulled sleighs. Of which he also had a hand in taking care of as a complimentary service.

But what kind of person does this Prime have to be to have a dire wolf as a mount?

Miles guess was this person had to be big. If not in size, in personality. The wolf’s saddle and equipment were of high quality. He’d been prepared to use the good polish on the leather and metal, but this riding gear was new. At the very least this must have been summoned, but Miles wagered the wolf might have been, too. Thought it was hard to gauge that especially, given the wolf looked scarred.

Whoever this person was… He had to be a special kind of ‘extra’.

He’d wager they had to be powerful… Or experienced. No one just imagined up a dire wolf as a mount without knowing you can ride something like this. And a wolf was not easily ridden! If he was indeed a physically large man, he impressed Miles more.

Miles could spend all night imagining what kind of person it was that owned the wolf, and he did. By morning, he had a picture in his head that he was eager to confirm with the actual appearance of the prime due to pick up his wolf.

The Prime ought to be large in his own right, but not giant. Miles was sure he was at least six feet tall with an extremely impressive core. He had to have strong legs, too. However, overall body mass wise, he couldn’t be too big. Instead, he wore armor. The more complicated the better, with spikes jutting out from all over the place. And a helmet. Probably white, trimmed in gold. If he was smart it was white. It was hard to tell if the Prime was smart though, since his wolf was covered in the brightest blue leather Miles has ever seen. That said… The wolf was grey. Bright colors against muted background weren’t easily seen far away, but if a snowstorm hit and he got separated from the wolf…

So the Prime most likely also had a weapon… Miles wagered it was something large as well. Not heavy. The wolf could only support so much weight, and the ego on this guy had to be the biggest burden for this beast by far. Probably a spear, something he could use from a distance but also feel important carrying around.

He hasn’t decided if the Prime had long hair that stuck out from his helm or if he’d have one of those ribbons that poked out the top. But he promised you, whoever this person was, he needed something to flow dramatically in the wind at all times. So he probably also had a cape. If he had a cape, he couldn’t have a quiver and bow. It would hinder the flow.

Miles decided that Mr. Prime had to be heavy enough not to fall off from the beast, but not too big or he would need to re-summon his mount more than once a trip. If he was much bigger than Miles imagined, the groundskeeper decided he would suggest a sleigh. 

The sandy-haired man was in his early 20’s and was as fit as you can be while lazily imagining what primes look like during his night of caring for animals. He was decently attractive as well if you liked the rugged kind of guy, the type with choppy layers and a scruffy beard. He liked to think his green eyes and smile gave him some hope with the ladies, but it's all wasted on the fact that he works pretty much every day and always at night.

He finished his morning work as quickly as possible as he wanted to be around when the Prime came to collect his mount. Miles hung back where he could watch the wolf's stall while appearing to still be as busy as his employers needed him to. Pretending to take stock and clean something, he waited. But all the time in the world would not prepare Miles for the person he saw come to collect the mysterious dire wolf.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.

Erik Vrell: Ash has a 'love' fourth dimensional shape//As in its wide and unfathomable for us mere mortals

Centurion/Venom: Look, Lassie, you and your overrated succubus are gonna get stomped so hard Ash's morality is gonna mirror back again.

Typically when a girl left the bed of a man in the morning after a night of passion and drinking, it was called the ‘walk of shame’. When Ash did it, it was without an ounce of humiliation that she strutted down the halls of the Frigid Witch. Confidently, even,

Part of it might have something to do with how she was dressed.

Obviously she was practiced in the act of One Night Stand… First timer’s tripped over as many things as possible while collecting their clothes, their purse, and whatever is left of their dignity on the way out. While it was considerably easier to not give a damn about your garments left behind as a prime in the Omniverse, Ash had taken the time to shower before leaving the room she shared with Papa Wolf.

Not only was she freshly showered, dressed to the nines, but she did this all without disturbing the pilot. It’s a wonder what you can accomplish when you put your mind towards it, and a little magic to hide the sounds of the creaky knobs from disturbing the sleeping military profession in the other room. Her gift to him, much needed sleep.

She made her way down for a complimentary breakfast. Fancier by far than anything a cheap hotel in New York City could hope to serve her. What had Ash’s attention though, was the conversations happening at the other tables.

Her attention piqued at the mention of a dwarf kingdom… Dwarves were legendary for treasures.


When the owner of the dire wolf bounced her way towards the stall, Miles about fell over with shock. Not only was it not the sizable spear-throwing warrior in spiky gold-trimmed armor he imagined him to be… But it was a woman! Not just a woman either. Where he imagined a chivalrous and hubris knightly figure stood quite the opposite.

She was fairly tall for a woman, Miles noted. He also noted the three-inch thick heels, but that was beside everything else. She had black horns pushing out of her temples to make a tiara shape in front of her forehead. She was also the color of a very nasty bruise he once had when he fell on ice. A mixture of pale, dead blue and lilac or lavender. Her raven black hair was full and reached just past her shoulders.

Miles would have never guessed the most metal this prime wore would be in her face. He could see silver glints from the barely-there sun bouncing off rings in her brows, lip, and nose. He was simply stunned as he watched the woman unlatch the chains that held the beast in, drop them to the ground, and drew her lips together to whistle.

“Toga, come,” she commanded.

A mountain of stone grey fur appeared a moment later, and she tossed the blanket over him, the saddle, and then the reins. She buckled everything into place so expertly that Miles couldn’t deny she knew what she was doing… But she was the showy owner!? Had he been truly bamboozled? In his stupor Miles continued to watch, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He was, by no means, a profiler of any sort. However, the image in his head had been so solid to him, he had to know what kind of person this was.

For his sanity’s sake, he was blessed with the wits to still observe and was happy to see that her outfit had several details he was happy to see.

Specifically that her outfit was both white and flashy, at least when taken out of context. Against the dull greyed out cityscape behind her and in front of the inn she stood out fairly well.

Most of her outfit was skin-tight but layered. Dirty white leather boots over eggshell knitted socks over bleached jeans. Faded grey shirt peaked through her hoodie, which was layered under a white leather jacket, which was layered under a rabbit fur vest - mostly white with a mixture of grey. She had on grey, white, and black mittens that were designed to pull back to free up her fingers. They were pulled back, and that was the only reason he knew they layered over a thinner pair of gloves. This look was completed with a scarf so long that Miles was sure she could wrap it around her face a hundred times and still have long tails that dragged along the ground.

When Toga - the wolf’s name - was equipped to be ridden, the prime threw herself into the saddle without a moment's hesitation. Miles noticed the tendrils that were the leftover scarf still touched the ground some. What he didn’t immediately register were the weighted beads, they were the size of two of his fists but seemed only heavy enough to keep the scarf from going wild in a light breeze. He was curious about what they were for - if anything.

“I’ve decided our next stop, Toga,” she said, getting comfortable. “I don’t suppose you’ve been to the Dwarf Kingdom, have you?” she asked her mount casually. Miles thought she was a bit crazy for doing so. The wolf’s serious stare didn’t change to answer her at all. “Guess not, eh?” she scoffed. Miles watched her take the reins, and then give them a whip.

As she left in the direction of the Dwarven Kingdom, Miles moved to the edge of the wilderness behind her. He watched her for a long time until he realized she vanished into the winter wonderland that surrounded him and his life for twenty-something years…

He glanced down in thought, when he did, he saw the huge paw prints left in fresh snow… But also the marks of the beads dragging in the snow. They resembled sleigh tracks. Miles remembered thinking that was odd. Now he wished he stepped out and asked her.

Whoever that strange demon was.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.

Erik Vrell: Ash has a 'love' fourth dimensional shape//As in its wide and unfathomable for us mere mortals

Centurion/Venom: Look, Lassie, you and your overrated succubus are gonna get stomped so hard Ash's morality is gonna mirror back again.

The sun crest over the mountains across the horizon, beams stretching across the frozen fields. Magical rays on rainbows turned the flawless blanketed field into the stuff that fairies are told to frolic in. It was peaceful enough for The Storm Demon to appreciate it for the work of art it was... However, it was far too fucking perfect for her liking and she expressed this by blowing a raspberry through her scarf. This sudden braking of the serene silence made the large wolf under her to flick his massive ears twist towards her. He seemed unsatisfied with just this form of observation stopped to look at her with those disapproving eyes.

The soft powder reached his lower stomach and he looked less than amused at her for complaining about the scenery, giving her a look that she could put words to fairly easily.

"What?" her voice inflicted in the same way a teenager would to an adult who didn't quite understand what sarcasm was... A cloud of opal colored fog shot forth into existence as the dire wolf huffed, her knees on either side of his expanding body spread with a twinge of pleasure the next moment. They stared at each other for a long moment before Ash rolled hers and shifted in her seat. "Whatever..." she complained and pushed the scarf higher up on her face.

Behind them was a single trail of chopped up snow. His large bulking muscles doing well to break up the thick layer, that was good for traveling purposes but she didn't particularly enjoy the idea of there being a path that leads the way straight to her back.

"Would you like to hear about my trip to the Underverse?" she asked, curious to what his facial features would say. When he just stared at her like he knew she was insane for talking to a pile of data... "Well! Lucky you," she cheered, giving the wolf a nudge with her boots. He huffed through his mouth again and began to slowly trudge through the three-foot-tall snowbanks. "Because its an adventure and a half, let me tell you. It started in Coruscant... No... I guess it starts back in Dante's Abyss, 2017.

"So I was sitting there in the observation room. Oh, and let me tell you I was certainly observing something." she taunted, growling playfully at it.

Tago was less enthusiastic about these added sound effects and more focused on the way he was going. If he listened to her retailing at all, it was a mystery to her and anyone else who might ask him because the mount has shown no affiliation with talking and thus it would be hard for him to say one way or the other. Maybe that's why she decided to go into full detail and randomly in the middle of nowhere. She continued, filling the open space with her stories of dangerous defiance, erotic encounters, and all the sights she saw weather they were family-friendly or not. Toga focused on the buried path ahead of them but Ash enjoyed passing the hours talking away the icy isolation.

"And then..." Ash's airy laughter could be heard more clearly now that the biting wind wasn't chasing her into the layers of her clothing. "And then Neujimin told that smug asshole that I had just earned my freedom and took off all the chains. The look on his face! It was pure justice!!" she smacked her hand across the saddle, just beside her thigh. "He was so pissed! So fucking pissed." she could hardly contain her joy. Especially remembering the face Damien wore before walking away from the two of them in that hall. It warmed her to remember how she had given Neujimin the chance to lock her back up, only for him to politely decline. "Ah... I miss Neujimin... He was certainly an interesting guy. I hope he's doing well..."
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.

Erik Vrell: Ash has a 'love' fourth dimensional shape//As in its wide and unfathomable for us mere mortals

Centurion/Venom: Look, Lassie, you and your overrated succubus are gonna get stomped so hard Ash's morality is gonna mirror back again.

Ash happily finished her story with her retailing of meeting Diablo - openly calling him a giant prick - where she received his 'blessing' and was tossed into what she could have described as the matrix but a thousand times more confusing. She talked until the sun had crept across the sky and now was dipping behind the other mountain range. According to her clock, the daylight didn't even last a full twelve hours, but it rarely did in her winter. Maybe the Frozen Fields's sun was forever short-lived.

With the start of the sinking firey sky orb though, they successfully have traveled a full day. All that meant, unfortunately, is that they should take a rest; Stop for the night for sleep and food. A ritual that Ash wouldn't have normally argued with, if only because she's never had a taste for long days and hard work. However, on this occasion, it meant bedding down for the night in the wilderness with nothing but a dire wolf she's had for all of two days to keep her warm and safe. A risk she didn't mind taking if it weren't for the lack of comfort. While the snow looked soft and fluffy, she's long since broken that illusion. The piles of fluff weren't any more welcoming back in New York City... About as welcoming as her mother was most nights.

If they could find a comfortable clearing or some kind of inn she'd be more inclined to stop, chances of that were about as good as one would think. No... They were probably going to keep going well into the night.

Though, that doesn't mean they can't stop for the sake of food. Probably better for the massive hound to eat a soy burger she summons than her. While he may be a pile of data that she can manipulate, Toga was a hungry pile of data. He showed that with the slabs of meat from that other town. Still, he probably mimicked the eating habits of real wolves; Eating whatever it was that they did and as frequently. Just more. As she thought about all this though, it was hard not to pull out her cyberdeck and do a little research, of which she announced out loud.

"'Dire wolves are native across a broad range of habitats including the plains, grasslands, some forested mountain areas, and in the arid savannah.' Huh." she glanced around as if expecting someone to call her out on summoning the wolf here. "'Its skull and dentition match those of a common lupus, but its teeth are larger with greater shearing ability. Its bite force at the canine tooth is the strongest of any known Canis species.' Good to know... It also says that you eat '... horses, ground sloths, mastodons, bison, and camels.' Good news is I know what like... half of those are. Better news is I can just look them up." she teased cheerfully.

To be sure though she read further, running her thin finger across the 'screen' to continue. As expected it went into more depth of the diet and its hunting tactics. The 'horse', the 'camel', and the 'bison' she assumed she knew were all as different to her as the dire wolf was to a normal wolf. Which was... A small set back, but given there were pages of information on all of them as well she wasn't too worried.

"I guess these are called Megaherbavoirs... And if there's anywhere to find giant prey for a giant predator its this magical place called the Omniverse," she said to herself. "Looks like you are a pack hunter though. Which sounds like a massive amount of work... So instead I think I am just going to summon us a feast, kay?" she asked, looking over at Toga who has been carving miles into the crusted snow even now as she wasn't paying attention. If he minded at all that he wouldn't be fighting for his food this time he didn't show it. "Cool."

With that said, Ash dismissed her cyberdeck and the glasses she used to use to view the Matrix with a simple flick of her fingers. As if she'd take control of the steady breathing beast below her, she seized the reins. Though, a moment later she dropped them with a sigh as she quickly realized there's nothing in her power to make this go faster or be more productive. Sure, she could kick him into a charge, but that would certainly do more damage than help. Not like getting lost would be any worse than they had it now, but the wolf seemed to have at least an inkling of an idea of what he was doing so it would just be detrimental to the cause to go blazing forward. She was just as likely to cause them to tumble off a cliff as she was to lead them into anything good.

"Fine... You win this round Toga, but next time I take control." she joked, mocking annoyance as she crossed her arms over her chest.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.

Erik Vrell: Ash has a 'love' fourth dimensional shape//As in its wide and unfathomable for us mere mortals

Centurion/Venom: Look, Lassie, you and your overrated succubus are gonna get stomped so hard Ash's morality is gonna mirror back again.

Ash saw embers in the distance; ambiguous trails of smoke reaching to the skies as if they could reach Omni’s throne with enough determination. The dying sun signed that it had taken them another day of travel, just to reach what little civilization parked itself in the banks of snow near what appeared to be a frozen lake.

Toga had been taking his sweet time. She lacked any urgency, so the desire to speed him along for a whisper of a destination didn’t occur to her. His relaxed pace made it hard to gauge their progress. However, guessing from the distance between them and what she hoped were actual buildings, the Storm Demon was sure they wouldn’t make it before the end of the night if they continued at this stroll.

She had a choice to make as she gently pulled Toga to a stop on the crest of the hill. If she kicked him into running they would be there in a fraction of the time. Yet, the snow had a habit of leveling off the landscape despite what was beneath it, as they found out a good bit earlier; masking possibly dangerous obstacles on the way there.

“What do you think?” she questioned her mute mount. “It might be better than an igloo for another night.” An igloo that she had been particularly proud of, mind you.

Toga huffed his usual response before his gold eyes scanned what was essentially his new hunting grounds. As he breathed steadily, white fog exploded from his nostrils and vanished with the frigid winds again.

Of course, he would be indifferent. His coat was especially thick, it was made for this place, literally. Ash didn’t mind the potential frostbite herself but she couldn’t shake the idea that a warm bed would be nice. Preferably one accompanied by some information about where to go, or what’s out there.

“I guess it’s my turn to cash in, let’s go,” Ash gave his sturdy sides a nudging kick and flicked the reins. “Hiya!” she barked and hoped the dire wolf under her would get the point. Toga’s body leaned back for the momentum needed for the task at hand, then the beast leaped into a predatory charge forward.

Ash continued to compare it to the horse and Chocobo she rode in her other traveling escapades. A galloping horse was a jarring ride, to say the least. It was admittedly a lot smoother than a trot. The common beast of burden was outclassed by the height and top speed of a Chocobo, by a large margin. The massive avian was exceptionally fun as it sprinted across the sands of the Dunes in her opinion.

Toga though… Was strangely familiar. When he walked, it had a mild rock that reminded her of the casual gait the Chocobo had. When he leaped into speed, it was akin to her own body’s movements when she vaulted between the skyscrapers of New York. The biggest difference between them came in the form of the shockwave after briefly free-falling, originated in her crotch here instead of her arms and shoulders.

For once, she was in synch with her mount in a non-sexual way.

Ash directed Toga’s advancement to the lake, confident it would be the easier path.

Without hesitation, as they reached the edge, his weight crashed against thick sheets of ice. His black claws stabbed into the frozen layers to propel them forward. Sounding almost like an old friend’s Pomeranian when it would scamper across his kitchen floor every time the tiny dog heard whoever walked into the door at the time. Only far more effective as he didn’t slide or run in place from the lack of grip. Toga didn’t slip unexpectantly into the banks as the Pomeranian had done before hitting the cabinets as he took a sharp turn either.

The superior canine instead gracefully bounded over any encroaching snowbanks. He landed into a prepared crouch with a thud on impact and was already bounding forward once more a moment later, effortlessly. His rider, expertly keeping up with his acrobatic shenanigans while sitting up, grinned with excitement at the air time.

A few moments later Toga’s paws padded at the ground in a slowing trot before returning to his amble. They approached a sizable gathering of people that were huddled up near the bank of the lake. No one looked up as they inched closer - by no means being quiet about it - as they were too transfixed on what was happening before their eyes.

Curiously, Ash tilted her head at them all. She dismounted the wolf, who padded over to the promise of land, and entered the congregation. No one paid her any mind. To the distracted crowd, she was but another person pushing through to get a better look at whatever it was that had their interest.

When she exited the other side, she found herself staring at a unique sight. There were two heavy-set men in thick coats, one was the showman to the audience and the other was sawing a large hole in the ice. At first, she thought they were doing a demonstration and everyone was just so excited to be able to cut through the ice. Then she started to catch what the guy was saying.

“Clyde is almost done with the preparations! Only a few more moments people.” he bellowed over the brisk breeze. Had Ash not been huddled up with a number of the people she may have retreated into her coat a bit more.”As soon as he breaches the surface fully and we pull the block out, we may begin. If anyone needs to make any more preparations, please do them at this time!”

To her, it was starting to sound suspiciously like a cult… She glanced around to see if anyone noticed a new face, or if they had, do they even care? As far as she could tell, no one minded another body in the gathering. Her eyes then turned back to Clyde.

He had just finished the cutting. The rectangular piece dropped down now that it was free and bobbed in the frigid water. Some of which had been displaced across the surface but quickly faded a thin layer on top. Clyde pulled out the saw, which she would have measured to be at least seven feet long, and placed it across a table. Of which Ash quickly scanned for a special punch bowl full of kool-aid. She found none.

Clyde then picked up a strange thing she’d never seen before. It was a long pole with a flattened that ran slightly perpendicular to the main pole. This piece had a jagged edge that came off as odd to the Morality Mirrored Humanoid as she curiously wondered what it was for. She didn’t have much time to speculate before Clyde walked back to the piece he’d cut and with as much force as a secondary had, stabbed the block.

There were a few cries of awe at her back and then cheers as Clyde wedged the block clear out of the lake. Why this was so exciting to the people here was beyond her… So she turned to the second guy who she expected to explain that the plan was to tie something heavy to your waist and then jump in.

Instead, he moved in opposite directions as Clyde to yet another piece of equipment. Two pairs of gloved hand pawed at poles in the snow, then the two strapping men in thick coats slowly erected them simultaneously to reveal a large flutter sign that read: Ice Hook’s Annual Ice Challenge - 2020! This was quickly followed by a roar of cheers by a mixture of residents and guests to Ice Hook’s annual ice challenge.

It was only now that she noticed a sea of robes in the flock as she scanned the group once more.

“WELCOME to the official opening of Ice Hook’s Ice Challenge!!” The wind had died down a bit so now she, and just about everyone else, could hear him. “If you are new here, let me explain the rules. If you are familiar with the rules then you know that if you do a cannonball in before the explanation of the rules, you’re automatically disqualified. Right Reynir?” he chastised someone specifically, sending a chorus of laughter throughout the following.

“Oi! Ya ne’er told me dat part.” a dwarf responded in good humor sending the laughter back to the large man.

“Anyways. For newer folk. The challenge is as followed. Everyone who is participating must step up to the ice, disrobe, and then lower themselves into the water. At any point that you wish to tap out, please exit the water. If a contestant needs assistance out, please offer a helping hand if you can. We have professionals on stand by as well, just flag ‘em down. Finally, the last person to exit will win a large sack of gold, the best spot at the warm-up fire, and the title for this years champion.”

As he finished the majority of the men screamed in full testosterone at their excitement. In fact, Ash could hardly tell if there was any female representative to this barbaric game of guts. Her growing urge to join, however, was not because of her feministic agenda though. That was her internal competitive side.

“We still ask that no one cannonballs into the ice, but all contestants please take your places. Once everyone is ready we can begin.”

“Question!” a feminine voice called out from the crowd, accompanied by a slender hand. “Is this a paper-work needed contest, or can anyone join?”

The question caught several people off guard, and plenty more were curious to who asked it. It was as if now they realized there was a demon among them. The crowd parted as the would-be contender closed the distance between her and the front of the group. At the same time, the speaker approached to see a small woman’s interest has been piqued. In their culture, nothing was keeping her from joining because she was female, but people eyed her curiously all the same.

“N-No. So long as the contest hasn’t begun yet, anyone can join,” he answered, but there were plenty of questions filling the air between him and the crowd.

“Excellent.” Ash cheered, putting her hands behind her back with a big smile. “That was all I wanted to know,” she explained in a pleased voice.

“S-Sure.” the speaker said before looking back at Clyde, who just shrugged. He addressed the throng again. “If there are no more questions, we can begin. All participating members, please approach the hole.” he motioned towards the freshly cut rectangle.

It would easily house twenty bodies, but Ash noticed that everyone already heading for the ice had the thicker shoulders and larger body-types. While the space was available, it would likely be crowded. She watched the men move closer to the destination curious to see if she was wrong about the girls but saw none. It didn’t bother her one bit to be the only girl in a crowd of guys, she just had expected to be a little wrong. She accepted this though with a small shrug and playfully jumped off the dock they’d all been standing on to join her fellow contestants.

She picked a spot between the dwarf that spoke before and a bulky man she’d have pegged for an orc back at home. The orcish man shied away from her immediately, even going so far to try for a corner section. The dwarf, however, laughed at his expense and smiled up at her. He offered her a meaty hand.

“Hiya, lassie. Mah name is Reynir.”

“Ash,” she responded and gave his hand as good of a handshake as she could to a man with a girthy arm. “Nice to meet you.”

“Aye. Not dat I do’na admire a girl wit’ some guts… But arrr ya sure ya wanna skinny dip wit’ a bunch of men?” Reynir asked as he placed his hands on his hips.

“Of course.” she giggled. “You wouldn’t try anything funny, would you Reynir?” she baited.

“Nah. Not at all. I am ‘ere for the competition.” he boasted.

“Well then I have nothing to fear, do I?” The corner of her lips curled mischievously.

Reynir laughed at that and gave his other neighbor a friendly smack. “I s’pose not.” he answered finally. “But do’na think I’ll go easy on ya, lass.” he challenged, laughing all the more.

When the fun died down, the preparations were made, and the contestants settled back into attention, the speaker walked over. He nodded to a few, but he seemed to have a hard time looking the girl in the eye. Not just because she looked as blind as could be either.

“Alright boy-” he immediately stopped and shook his head. “-Everyone. No funny horseplay or dunking anyone. Everyone take a deep breath.” he paused to let everyone inhale and exhale. “Now.” he glanced in her direction. She could tell he was trying to figure out how to say get naked without risking the chance of getting slapped with a lawsuit. “As per rules, the only thing you are allowed to wear in the ice bath is underwear. We do not recommend full nudity, but that is your choice.” he managed. Ash smirked a bit to herself. “If everyone understands, please get into the water at this time.”

Before he could finish a few guys were already disrobing. Reynir waited though, maybe because he already was disqualified once for jumping the gun. Some took special care of their robes, some tossed them casually to the wind, but everyone turned expectantly to her. Ash appeared as if not understanding, only to stiffen up in realization.

“Oh!” she chuckled. “I guess I should, too, huh?” she joked as if she were just another ditsy girl who didn’t know what she was getting into.

Ash then brought her hands together in a sharp clap. It summoned an electric-blue ring around her waist. People gasped at it, some pulled away from her in confusion and shock. Reynir stared with wide eyes, unaware that he was the only one beside her now. They watched with slacked bearded jaws as the ring expanded and pulled apart in one swift motion. When the rings vanished, she stood with her hip cocked in nothing but a pair of pastel pink boyshorts-styled panties with bright pink lace trim; and a smile.

In her hand, she held the Red Devil’s Claw, which she quickly turned away from the hole to jab violently into the ice. Positive it would hold when she needed it to get out, she tossed the remaining ten feet of rope into the water. If anyone asked, she would tell the truth, that it was her way to get out when she wanted to.

“So now we just get in?” the prime asked Reynir. She pointed into the water where she was expected to stay for however long, ignoring the hush of secondaries around her. The drawf, while as speechless, wasn’t as dumbfounded as his fellow contestants and nodded.

“Aye. I believe so,” he confirmed verbally as he glanced at the speaker. All of the men suddenly were bunched closer to Clyde’s colleague, fearing what they’ve just seen. Mostly because it meant one a few things. The biggest and most likely explanation though?

There was a prime among them, and that was always followed by uncertainty...
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.

Erik Vrell: Ash has a 'love' fourth dimensional shape//As in its wide and unfathomable for us mere mortals

Centurion/Venom: Look, Lassie, you and your overrated succubus are gonna get stomped so hard Ash's morality is gonna mirror back again.

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