Yuki-Onna: Encounter & Fight

A yuki-onna, or snow-woman, living in the Glacial Rift. Much like the real-world legend, she is a beautiful, buxom woman with pale skin, raven hair and clad in a blue-white kimono, although her personality is perhaps closer to a hashihime. It's more fun to mix it up, though there are enough legends of them being utterly brutal and murdering children, so this might not be too far off the mark anyway.

I just plan for this to be a simple end-game encounter. Something to help populate the Rift. No talk options, just a tough fight and some fucky fucky. Though that sums up all denizens of the Rift. This place needs some love.




> Initial Encounter

You've been walking this frozen hellscape for some time now, having found nothing but vast planes of ice and snow and the first symptoms of frostbite. The tingling in your extremities flares up again and you clench your fists. You wouldn't be surprised if thousands have frozen to death here before you. Something about this part of the Rift seems eerie, frightening, as if you are stepping on the graves of countless adventurers. A soft breeze flows around you, picking up a few light grains of snow and depositing them a couple meters further. A slow process, but one that will steadily form these stretched-out hills of white, you reckon. Like dunes in a desert.

Something crunches underfoot. Something other than packed ice and snow. You step to the side and look down to see the unmistakable shape of bones peeking out from the icy blanket. It seems your hunch had more truth to it than even you thought. You shiver, but not just from the terrible cold.

 [Continue] [Turn Around]
//Don't flush the text
//[Continue] tooltip: "Move on further."
//[Turn Around] tooltip: "Turn around now, you don't wish for the same fate."


> [Turn Around]

You can't go on for much longer, or this will be your grave as well. After assuring yourself of the correct directions and casting a last glance to the unfortunate adventurer, you turn around and head back out of this snowy cemetery.

//Back to camp
//One hour consumed
//For subsequent returns, Initial Encounter is repeated until [Continue] is chosen. I'm lazy


> [Continue]

You are no ordinary adventurer. Not any more. Such fate will not await you. You soldier on.

The slight breeze turns stiffer. And soon, you are amidst a full-fledged gale, blowing up more and more snow around you until you have to shield your eyes from the tiny needles that threaten to blind you with each passing squall as you venture further.

You pass the seventh dune that looked just like the one you had seen a few minutes before, and admit you are lost. To all side, a thick curtain of ice and snow obstructs your vision, all landmarks you thought you could use long having vanished into the blizzard. There is nothing left to do but blindly stumble through the storm and hope to find something, anything.

But there is nothing. Nothing but white and cold.

Your [if pc is naga:(tail barely manages to keep you upright) else:(legs stumble time and time again)], crunching ice and the occasional bone under your weight. You're freezing, shivering, tired, and think you hear more amongst the wind than just its natural howl. Was that wolves just now? You don't know any more, everything here seems out to get you, and you clench your [if pc has weapon:([weapon]) else if pc is using fists or fist weapon:(fists)] at each odd sound that reaches your ears.

You realize what you're doing, and stop in your tracks. Closing your eyes, you take as deep a breath as you dare in this snowy tempest. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. You do feel calmer. At least a little. Enough to keep going without losing your head. You take a tentative step forward again. You feel light. Strangely so. You much more glide as trudge through the thick snow and the path before you seems now clear as you stride forwards with renewed purpose. It leads you deeper, ever deeper. Around massive dunes, through a small forest, and along what might have been a riverbed in the distant past.

The snowstorm becomes heavier with each passing minute, but then, suddenly, like you passed an invisible barrier, it wanes. And just as suddenly, the feeling of lightness disappears and you fall over face-first into the now-leaden snow. Grumbling, you try to right yourself up and pat off the snow as you hear something whisper into your ear:

"<i>Welcome home, dear.</i>"

You whirl around, but there it nothing there. Only the wind blowing veils of snow past your eyes. Did you just imagine that? Have you truly gone mad? You find it hard to tell, with your hammering heart drowning out all else.

As you calm down again and look around, you notice the scenery has changed. No longer just a triste landscape of pure, pristine white, you now notice old logs and stonework peeking out from the blanket of snow—eternally preserved in this arctic frost. You find yourself in the middle of what once was a small village, though now only a few remnants remain, reminders of what was lost in the war. It seems peaceful, almost tranquil, now, although you still cannot see more than a few meters ahead. It <i>seems</i> peaceful, but something is wrong. Ever since you stepped on those bones, it has felt like someone, something, has been watching you. The strange lightness, then the sudden voice. Maybe it's really just your imagination. There is nothing here, after all. No footsteps, no signs of live, all of the houses are mere ruins, long-abandoned, everything is just like—

Something grazes your side. Immediately, you swing at the enemy, but hit nothing but thin air. Only a gust of snow. But you didn't imagine that touch.

[if Shouldra is present:("<i>No, Champ. No you didn't.</i>" Your ghostly companion sounds unusually tense as she pipes up to confirm your fears. Does she know anything? Has she seen it? The silence stretches before she answers, "<i>No. But, Champ... be careful.</i>")]

You listen to the howls of the wind as your scan your surroundings. Every old log, every dilapidated wall, every high yowl and whistle yanks your attention, makes you jump and turn. You know something is here. Just, where?

Your eyes stop at one of the long-ruined houses. There, at the doorstep, you think you can make out something. Something glimmering, distorting the blizzard around a vague form. Like someone is standing there, watching you. [if pc has weapon:(You grip your [weapon] tight) else if pc is using fist or fist weapon:(You clench your fists tight)] and shout your challenge.

First, nothing happens, but as you are about to step towards it, the powdery veil of ice parts and through steps a woman of unparalleled, ethereal beauty. Shimmering, raven-black hair flowing in the wind, skin as white and flawless as the snow around you, and long, blue-and-white robes befit nobility. Her piercing blue eyes seem calm and gentle as they fall onto yours, yet terrible like the darkest winter night.

You shiver. From the cold? From exhaustion?

"<i>I have been waiting for you, dear,</i>" the woman says, her voice soft but clear as ice. "<i>Where have you been? You must be cold. Here, come inside, let me take your mantle and sit down by the fire.</i>"

She beckons you, arms outstretched. You feel so tired, so weary. You want to rest, lie down for a bit. And this woman promises you just that. A fire, she said? That sounds wonderful to your frozen ears.

 [Resist] [Approach]
//[Resist] tooltip: "Resist temptation."
//[Approach] tooltip: "You deserve a rest."


> [Resist]

No.

No, you cannot let yourself be enchanted by such promises. A woman, all alone out here in the snowed-in ruins of an old village? You must be mad to trust her, whatever she is.

She must sense your resistance, as her face hardens.

"<i>I see you still defy me, dear.</i>" Her voice has changed into a low, threatening growl. Her eyes now practically impale you, hard and cold as the sapphires they so much resemble. The wind picks up again, billowing her robes. The air around her changes, her form flickers, twitches, she hunches over, all calmness and hospitality lost on her distorted visage as her once-beautiful fingers spread out and elongate into monstrous, razor-sharp claws.

The storm around you is now roaring like a furious tempest, but her next words echo crystal-clear from all around you.

"<i><b>If </i>I<i> cannot have you, then no-one shall.</b></i>"

 [Fight]


> [Approach]

You step towards the ethereal woman. There is nothing in her smile that unsettles you. Why would it? You trust her, she is your loving wife, after all. Or had you already forgotten? Her arms wrap around you, and you accept her embrace, accept her lips on yours.

Cold. So cold, so cold, so... cold? No. You melt in her touch. A mellow warmth spreads through you, invigorating your tired body after such a long trek through frost and wind. Your woes and worries dissolve like the last snow in spring, and you break from her kiss, instantly losing yourself in her deep, beautiful eyes.

"<i>Welcome home, my dear.</i>"

These words sound like balm to your ears, and you step over the threshold. She closes the door behind you and leads you across the creaking, wooden floor to a room illuminated by an open hearth. A couch and an old rocking chair face the flickering flames to form a cosy, inviting ensemble.

"<i>Sit down, dear, I will have your tea ready soon.</i>"

Gladly, you follow her words and take seat [if pc is taur:(on the couch) else:(in the chair)]. The aged wood groans quietly under your weight as you settle in and close your eyes, breathing a sigh of contentment. The gentle crackle of the fire, the clanking of your wife filling the kettle with water, the distant snowstorm raging outside—it all seems so soothing, so homely. You smile.

Snowstorm... snowstorm... outside? But isn't it... No. No, all is right. Just relax, unwind, and rest. Just... rest...

You feel slim fingers prod your shoulders, wrenching you back to wakefulness. You must have dozed off. Your wife offers you a cup of steaming tea. Green tea. That is your favourite, right? Of course it is. You gratefully take it and sip. It's just how you always loved it. How lucky you are to have someone like her, always knowing what you want, always waiting for you to return after a long, stressful day, always loving you. Her hands return to your shoulders and you let out a happy hum as they knead your tired muscles, expertly untangling knot after knot.

"<i>You seem so tense, dear. Has something happened?</i>" You can't recall anything out of the ordinary. In fact, you can't recall anything. Anything at all... Well, no matter. You're just tired.

"<i>Hmm, I see. Let me help you, then.</i>" She kisses your ear and you can feel her breasts against the back of your head. She has such lovely ones. So large and soft—two milky pillows to rest yourself on while she massages you, presses her fingers between your shoulder blades, rubs upwards along your neck, then down again, over your clavicles, then your biceps. She knows just which buttons to press, which levers to turn, and you are soon putty in her experienced hands. Oh, how lucky you are to have her. Never would you even think of abandoning her.

//Break point for different genitalia

[if pc has penis:(You feel a distinctive warmth spread through you as slowly, her finger's movements become more and more suggestive, exploring your body with unmistakable desire. You breathe in deep as she leans in from behind—plush breasts enveloping you—to trace over your [pcChest], then down your [pcBodyTone] middle and stop just shy of your increasingly heated groin. You lean your head to the side and her lips meet yours. Neither of you break the kiss as you [if pc is taur:(slowly roll your large body around on the couch until you lie down on your back, legs splayed out as comfortably as you can. Your wife rounds the couch while you are fidgeting and swings one leg over your bestial lower body, straddling you as) else:(recline further into the chair as your wife rounds the seat, then swings one leg over you to straddle your lap while)] her tongue dives deeper. She reaches behind herself and deftly frees your [pcDick] to your home's warm air, giving it gentle strokes as it flops against the small of her back and smears pre onto her kimono in anticipation.

Spurned on by her bold display, you grab her tight and hold her close. Frantically, you undo the sash around her garment, then toss it aside and pry the robes open, finally letting her bountiful breasts spill free. They are absolutely mesmerising, pressed up against you as they are. You want them. Breaking the kiss, you lean [if pc is taur:(far forward) else(down)] and desperately wrap you lips around your wife's nipple. She gracefully arches her back to give you full access to her heavenly chest. Your mind barely even registers the hand stroking your [pcHair] as you suck on her teat as if she were giving milk.

"<i>Ufufufu~ You always liked them, didn't you, dear?</i>" she croons from above. Something about her voice should unsettle you, you think, but that is all dispelled as she raises her voluptuous hips above your [pcDick], then impales herself on you in one smooth motion. Her slick depths welcome your dick like a sheath its designated sword and as her pelvis touches yours, you cry out around her nipple, finally breaking off with a wet smack.

You don't leave them unattended for long though, as she presses you back into her chest and starts gyrating her hips atop yours, feeling your length out, clamping down and releasing in rhythm with your rising heartbeat. She rises up, nearly taking you out of her, then eases herself down again with a teasing slowness that she knows gets just the perfect rise out of you. She slides up again, then down, faster this time. And faster. And faster. Soon, she slams into you, all but smothers you in her chest and moans in wanton desire as she rides you like [if pc is centaur or horse-morph:(the horse you are) else:(a horse into war)]. Each forceful slap sends electric shivers up your spine and rocks the [if pc is taur:(couch) else:(chair)] beneath you. It should hurt, but all you feel is tingling pleasure as she rides you closer and closer to the brink.

You can't hold on much longer, nor do you want to. You want to fill her up, put a baby into her belly, make her not only your wife, but also the mother of your children. You hold her tight as she slams down one final time, and unload into her depths.

A booming groan fills the air and the icy storm comes crashing back down upon you as the roof disappears into the raging blizzard above with thundering cracks. The walls crumble to dust, the fire is snuffed out like a mere candle, splinters and shards of ice pierce your skin, and sudden terror seizes your mind while your body writhes in ecstasy. Your cries of bliss, pain and fear join the banshee's wail of the woman atop you as you pump your seed into the monster's womb. Sharp claws grip your shoulder and dig into your flesh, holding you down and preventing all attempts at escape. It feels like you're filling her with more than just your semen. You feel weaker with each passing spurt, your arms and legs freeze in the bitter cold, you can hardly breathe—your power, your entire being seems to flow into the beautiful, monstrous woman riding you, squeezing every last drop out of you. Every last drop of your life. Slowly, the sounds of the rumbling storm fade, your vision blurs.

The last thing you see are the woman's deep, oceanic eyes as she leans in and seals your lips.)


else if pc has vagina and no penis:(You feel a distinctive warmth spread through you as slowly, her finger's movements become more and more suggestive, exploring your body with unmistakable desire. You breathe in deep as she leans in from behind—plush breasts enveloping you—to [if pc chest is flat:(run her fingers over your flat chest, teasing your hardening nipples and the sensitive tissue around them) else:(cup your [pcChest], pinching your hardening nipples and kneading the sensitive mounds that they crown)] until you let out a gasp of pleasure. She playfully bites your ear. You giggle and lightly swat her, then turn your head to the side and meet her lips with yours.

As sweet as it is, the kiss doesn't last long before she breaks it again and saunters around to the front of your [if pc is taur:(couch) else:(chair)]. With her back to you, you reach forward to undo the sash around your wife's kimono. You smile to yourself. This always feels like unwrapping a present. Slowly, the garment flutters to the ground, first baring her delectable neck, then her back, and finally unveiling her flawless, curvaceous hips and butt. She swivels around to you, lips turned up to a salacious smile as your eyes roam her body. She is as beautiful as on the day you married her. Truly, you are blessed to have someone as wonderful as her by your side. Someone as... You married... When... When was that? You don't remember, you don't—

A faceful of cleavage suddenly pulls you from your daze, expelling the thoughts you just had and replacing them with warm, soft flesh.

"<i>This is no time to daydream, dear,</i>" she chastises, though her tone sounds not the slightest bit angry. She's right. You nestle into her chest, pull her closer, and start planting kisses across her pale, tender skin. Her half-stifled gasps above tell you she enjoying your attention, and that even before you have reached her nipple. Her nipple. Such a delicious peak to her bountiful bosom, like the cherry atop a Black Forest cake. Licking your lips, you open wide and devour it. You feel her heartbeat quicken as you play with it, roll the hardening nub around in your mouth and suck on it as if she was giving milk.

Your hands roam her voluptuous body. You squeeze her soft places, alternately making her giggle and moan while you draw ever closer to her centerpiece. Your finger brush the coarse hair, then—cupping her butt and drawing her close—dive below. She's slick with arousal. Easily, you fit in two fingers, then a third. Never letting up from her nipple, you rake your digits over her inner walls, grope her shapely cheeks, push all those buttons that only you know of and only another woman would truly appreciate and know how to exploit. She's shuddering, clamping down and moaning. But you want more, you want to make her scream, make her see the stars and make her never forget she's yours. You pump her ever faster, ever more reckless.

Until two hands firmly press on your shoulders and [if pc is taur:(push you down onto the couch. Your fingers slide free and with her face flushed and panting, she quickly takes control and mounts your lower half like a rider. A naked, incredibly sexy rider who's inadvertently smearing you with her love juices. Her) else:(wrench you out of the chair and onto the couch, bending you over the armrest. With your [pcButt] high in the air, you're given no time to escape before her)] fingers quickly find your [pcVagina] and dive in without a moment's hesitation. You cry out as your neglected cunt is filled, clawing the pillows as showers of pleasure race through the entire length of your body. She lies down atop you, but it does nothing to keep you from squirming. Instead, it only gives her more leverage to drive even deeper into you. The incredible feeling of her hard, saliva-slick nipples poking your [if pc is taur:(withers) else:(back)] only stokes the fires of your rapidly approaching orgasm, each rocking motion pushing you closer and closer to the brink.

You may know all her sweet spots and make her writhe like no other could, but the reverse is just as true. And right now, your wife is hammering that fact home without mercy. You know all too well you can't brave her assault for long. Your loins are aflame, her expert fingers finding every weakness you have.

But your lips feel lonely. [if pc is taur:(It takes a bit of gymnastic ability, but you manage twist your upper half towards her) else:(You turn your upper body to the side)], your face only inches away from hers as you needily look into her eyes. Your wife takes the hint, sealing your lips and pressing you into the cushions. And you finally let go.

As the first wave of orgasm washes over you, a booming rumble surrounds you. The wooden house creaks and shakes, the wind picks up into a tempestuous storm, the mighty oak logs groan like titans under the weight of the world and then, with a thundering crack, the roof rips free of its anchor and disappears into the raging blizzard above. You cry out into your lover's mouth in shock and ecstasy, but she only shoves you deeper, throws you further into the throes of orgasm. Unperturbed, she ravages you as the walls crumble to dust, ice and splinters sting your flesh while you writhe in sudden terror and bliss. You feel something sharp dig into your shoulder and freeze. The woman on top of seems changed. She is just as beautiful as before, maybe even more so, but now she has taken on a ghostly aura. Her skin is as cold as the snow battering you, her tongue feels like an icicle in your mouth, and terrifying claws pin your to the couch below. Your arms and legs lose all their warmth, you can't breathe, you vision swims. It feels like she is sucking the very essence of life out of you, intent to leave you a frozen corpse amongst many.

Fear and orgasm crest together into a climactic crescendo, your senses overload, your body turns rigid. The last thing you see are the monster's deep, oceanic eyes before your world fades to white.)


else if pc is genderless:(You recline further into your seat, content to let your wife work her magic on you. Slowly, your arms and legs relax, your eyelids grow heavy, and you drift off to the land of sleep, adrift on two magnificent pillows.)]

//Wakey-wakey!

You jolt awake, sputtering and coughing.

Dark. Everything is dark. Everything is cold. You can't breathe. You can't move. Panic sets on as your mind reels and your body refuses to obey your commands. Something soft but heavy pushes you down, keeps you locked in place inside this claustrophobic nightmare. You breaths come hot and rapid, every fiber of your being straining to wrestle control back to you. There, your arm twitched. A second time. You concentrate everything you have on it, desperate to get it moving again. Slowly, you pull your arm towards you, then stretch it out again. The other one eventually follows.

Your fingers are numb, but this has to do. You wriggle, shift, then dig where you think it upwards. Bit by bit, the frozen blanket relents until finally, you can see Mareth's sky again through a tiny hole. Deliriously, you pull yourself up by your arms alone, no care given to the sharp ice that cuts your hands.

At last, you surface from your icy would-be grave and take a mighty breath of relief. The rest of your body still refuses you service, so you flop down backwards onto the snow, more than happy to just lie there for a while and enjoy the normally piercing-cold, but now incredibly balming, air.

Your forced rest leaves you time to reflect on what had happened. Clarity thankfully has returned to your mind. That creature, you now realize, must be hunting here in this frozen wasteland, and that is how she draws in her prey. And you fell right for it. You look to the side. A skull, gleaming in the harsh sunlight, stares back at you. You should be glad to still be alive, you suppose.

When strength has—at least partially—returned to your body, you stir and rise. You should get back to camp and rest properly before tempting fate again, so you begin your arduous and lumbering journey back home.

//Back to camp
//Four hours consumed
//I wanna have a debuff here for managing to fuck up that hard:
//Snow-Woman's Embrace: Halved strength, toughness, speed and maybe even HP for 18 hours. I'll see if I can write up a bad end for encountering her again while under the influence



> [Fight]

Name plate: Yuki-Onna

<b>You are fighting the snow-woman:</b>
You are fighting a ruthless spirit of snowstorms and bitter hatred. Standing a bit under six feet tall, this alluring, curvaceous woman deceives both men and women alike with her ethereal beauty to lead them to their icy deaths. Her long, raven hair flows in the wind like a silken veil, her skin is as white and pristine as freshly fallen snow, and the blue-and-white kimono with wide sleeves she wears lends her an air of nobility and virtue that is starkly at odds with the long, horrendous claws that have replaced her fingertips. She seems to float slightly above the ground, her entire form flickering and shimmering from time to time, revealing her ghostly nature. Her intense, sapphire eyes, all previous hospitality vanished from them, now pierce you with undying rancour and lust—for murder or otherwise.




>>> Stats <<<
I'm not a dungeon master, so no clue. The idea is to let her have a ridiculously high evasion chance, medium physical and lust damage, but lowish resistances. Thought about making her fight unescapable, but we already have more than enough of that annoying garbage in the Rift. Should be difficult to pull off, though, unless you're on crack.