Alexander had a lot of work to do. He had been set up to be the one to finish this book, a book that many men had already put their lives into. Literally. It had cost some of them their lives to get the information in the book he held, as he stared up at the top of the mountain. There were a lot of holes and completely blank pages for him to fill, so he had to get going.
It had been a week ago that he accepted this rather dangerous job, liking the idea that he would be able to see the world. And the pay was good, too, he couldn't forget that. He could live years from it... IF he lived. The men that hired him were smart, though. They took him to mage elders, who were able to put a protection on his soul. That was one thing off his mind, at least. Now he just had to manage not to get physically killed.
Alex was wearing rather warm clothing: A sweater, a long-sleeve shirt underneath that, thick pants of wool and thin pants of silk underneath those. His hair was short and brown, making small spikes when they were uncovered. But because the mountain was cold and snowy, he was wearing a wool cap, to keep warm. Blizzards were coming down, and he moved to avoid them as he climbed. It was a long way, but he eventually found a house, and he knocked on the door.
"Hello? Anyone in there?"<|im_end|>
The Yuki-onna dwelled within the walls of the house, awaiting the knock of her male visitor. She was using the blizzards to adjust his course to her home. The monster girl was so cold, her skin like ice and a pale blue. Long white hair spilled down her thin frame, that was encased in a snow white kimono, with a pale blue obi that matched her skin. Dark, crystal eyes watched and waited, as she prepared a meal for her guest.
Yuki-onna was to treat this man with her hospitality, to cause him to be indebted to her, so that she may ask him for the warmth of a sexual encounter. He could not refuse her - if he did, she would simply intensify the blizzards and once again return him to her door. The knock came soon enough, and she finished the food she'd prepared for him before coming to the door.
Her ice cold, pale blue hand grasped the door handle and pulled it open, allowing her eyes to feast upon the man she'd drawn here. He was bundled against the cold, so she couldn't see much about him. She had stoked a fire for him, to warm her home so he wouldn't freeze when he took off his clothes. A gentle, welcoming smile came across her blue lips.
"Welcome traveler, come into my home," she invited, stepping aside to allow him entry into her house.<|im_end|>