itspao_
Biting Chill -- Holiday '25 Prompt
Okay so he wasn't super against winter or anything, but this was freaking bad weather!
The wind chill ripped at his exposed skin at his arms, chest, and face--something he had prepared for! Kinda. Yetzirah had tucked away a long coat and scarf to carry with him once he'd powered up, bundled up inside both but still feeling the impact of the wind that night. Usually, he was pretty toasty! But uh. Nope. Not tonight. The long black coat swirled somewhat around his legs, brushing against his shins and lower thighs depending on how the wind caught the parts he hadn't buttoned shut. The white and blue scarf, on the other hand, was wrapped repeatedly around his head and neck, allowing for part to cover the lower section of his face and keep his nose from freezing off. There wasn't enough really loose for the wind to catch there, at least, and he could at least be comfortable enough in the fact his nose and ears weren't frigid.
Yet.
The wind seemed especially eager to at least try to demolish his protections.
Yetzirah gave a heavy sigh, watching as his breath leaked around the edge of his scarf and the white puff was snatched away by the wind. He was trying to be better about patrolling more, all that stuff. Meet more people. All good things! Bonus… he had admitted to himself that he really, really needed some lessons in how to fight. It was just a requirement at this point.
But! He had learned some lessons! Remembering the snow creature he had faced with Ekstrom, and given the gifts from Joy, Yetzirah was at least keeping a small blowtorch--a refillable butane gun, to be exact--in his pack of stuff in subspace these days. Useful for a bunch of stuff… but also? Great for when you needed a fire. And he couldn't help it--as he walked through this neck of a park, he glanced about this way and that, wary to see a moving lump of snow again or something. Wasn't like it would be a first time he'd encountered a hostile oddity in winter here.
He could sense another Order signature around, somewhere, and he'd been angling himself towards their direction along the snow-covered pathways. No Chaos signatures, no youma.
But most of the worst stuff that kept popping up in the city never had energy signatures, now did they? Not in these random weird events that cropped up around the holidays and the Star Festival.
So when he heard howling, the sound of something heavy crashing through the snow and ice, Yetzirah was freaked out, yeah, but not… not overly surprised? In retrospect, he was actually pretty proud of himself for not just trying to run! He heard it, faced towards the sound, moving only enough to get a few benches between the source and him. Was trying to be smarter about how he dealt with problems. More aware of his surroundings.
Still the whole issue of a weapon but he was trying!
His momentary preparation, though, his blip of bravery, quaked the moment he actually saw the massive wolf made of ice and who knew what else, snarling and eyes glowing through the wind and snow.
"....I would have preferred the creepy snowmen," Yetzirah whimpered beneath his scarf, ducking down slightly behind a bench. "Come on...."
