Logs:Smokey, Smoked

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Smokey, Smoked


Characters: ST: Bishop, Starring: Stasya, Mingzhu, and Ramsey.
Date: 2020-04-14
Summary: Stasya proposes a constitutional amendment.
Disclaimers: The summary is a joke about bear arms.

Commemorative Photo

The sun has set on Brechtel Park, and now the shadows rule -- they stretch and deepen like claws to gouge at the marshy soil, to strike vicious blows into the copses of magnolia and cypress and sweet gum that line the old pathways. Across the more than a hundred acres of natural Louisiana beauty the colorful horizon settles, the soft colors and dark edges vignetting the hunting grounds. Tonight, without doubt, Ashes of the Hearth dies -- or those who come against him do. While this Hunt may not be a true Siskur-Dah, for the blood of the Great Wolf flows through only one of them, the others can surely share in Ramsey's battle-spirit, carried along on the winds of predation in their search for the foul creature that defied the Boundary.

Stasya alone remembers where she was so brutally bear-handled, and can easily lead them there, if she so wishes.

--

There's more than just Smokey's fire burning tonight. Stasya's wrathful soul been smoldering since that first run-in with the fire-spirit. She's healed up, gathered some back up and is now back on the warpath! No firey stick this time, but the summer mantle's burning bright tonight as she leads them down the way too familiar path. It's not far from the lagoon that she comes to a pause. She's exercising her right to bear arms if by arms you mean ash grenades fashioned from leftover easter eggs strapped to her belt. "It was up there." She points where there might even still be a few signs of the previous rustle in the forest.

--

This is not the kind of thing that Mingzhu does. She doesn't put herself out in harm's way, she doesn't go hunting big things with fire and smoke and claws, and she certainly doesn't walk in muddy fields. Despite this she has dressed in her usual fashion; a little camo on the jacket and tie, white jeans and white converse. She also glows faintly in the dim light, her skin a medium-grey thanks to the moon's slow wane. Despite this, and the brightness of her clothing, she manages to move between ruling shadows and moonlight in such a way that it isn't clear /exactly/ where she is.

--

There's a shape that comes along with Stasya, but in the dark of the night the gray and brown canine figure is just so hard to nail down, cagily moving ahead and to the side of his changeling compatriots in tonight's business, his nose to the ground, or lifted sniffing the air, golden eyes occasionally observing the others, though without human features it's hard to say if it is interest, worry, or just waiting for them to be lumbered into by their quarry while he guards the flanks.

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The stench of death hits Ramsey first. The air around the brackish lagoon waters is thick with it -- between the clouds of stinging insects, past the tall cat-tail's swaying in the breeze, the wolf's senses detect it. Nestled behind a large rock in partial cover is the monumental and misshapen figure of the Claimed. While he can't see all of it from his low vantage as a wolf, he sees enough -- the fur burnt away to reveal chunks of cracked, molten flesh, the deep fissures around the joints from which issues a charcoal-scented smoke.

The bear-thing feeds. Gator, he can tell.

Unfortunately, the others are not half so clever a hunter as the wolf. Stasya in particular is roughly as subtle as the dawn, and her mere presence raises the hybrid monster's hackles. There is a very loud, very angry, and very personal roar that shatters the silence of the night.

--

As the spirit-claimed bear starts to charge the sugarplum changeling of fire and battle, there is a bolt from the black as four legs become four much larger legs, and from the tall grass comes a veloci--... Giant fucking wolf? Ramsey makes no sound but for the crunch of grass until the last moment as a slavering growl comes from his jaws as ash-covered paws rear back and he leaps through the air, barreling into the thing's side with an intense rake, his body mass carrying the creature over onto its side and skidding through mud and rushes, steaming dirtwater splashing in its wake as he lands next to it aggressively.

--

Still not quite believing that she is out in this stinking place, with all these /insects/ and /mud/ and /ugh/, Mingzhu yet keeps to her path, swinging wider away from Stasya, hanging back a little. Her lips move as she whispers to the wind a story of fortune and fickle fate, lifting one hand and making a gesture towards Stasya. There's a swirl of cold wind around her, upsetting the buzzing midges and mosquitos briefly, perhaps even causing a few to drop dead. Thank god.

--

Oh oh. That's the only word to describe the look on Stasya's face as she steps on a branch that very loudly CRACKS. She sees the bear and the roar lets her know good Ol' Smokey has definitely seen her. Luckily, there's a werewolf jumping out of nowhere and knocking the beast down. Trying to move quickly (and still probably a little shaken from memories of her last encounter), she reaches out for a flick of the Wyrd and for a moment it looks like she's gathering a shadow, but the shadow warps into a flash of color around her head that cause the changeling to shriek as she falls back a little more.

--

As the spirit-Claimed's flesh sizzles and burns acridly, it lets out a beastly, otherwordly howl. The guiding intelligence suddenly cares not for the battle or the Changelings -- only the cruel, cruel burn of Ramsey's claws. "V-v-v-icious pup," it snarls, in broken, clumsy First Tongue, the twisted bear's flesh not fit for speaking it. It turns, stumbles to its feet, and pushes through the reeds in a burst of speed, diving under the water with a loud splash.

--

Just because Stasya can't see very well at the moment doesn't mean she doesn't notice that Smokey is RUNNING AWAY!!!! The Summer's temper really frays at that depite the fact that was pretty much exactly what she did the last time they meant. "WHO SAID YOU COULD LEAVE YOU SIMMERING PILE OF UNNATURAL ABOMINATION. GET BACK HERE! I HAVE A RUG THAT LOOKS BETTER THAN YOU! YOU CAN'T JUST SWIM AWAY!!!" She might be tiny (relatively) to the bear or the werewolf, but she'll shake her cotton candy fist with fury nonetheless

--

What the hell did Stasya just do with that gift of luck? Mingzhu stares at the other Lost for a moment, shaking her head, then extending her hand towards the shape that she /thinks/ is Ramsey. Her lips move again as another tale of weal and woe is shared with the wind, another flare of frigid cold around her as her gift of fortune settles into his bones. Then, reaching up to the nearest bough, she plucks a large leaf from an overhanging tree, slowly smoothing it through her fingers. Just in case.

--


As the chimeric bear-Claimed pads its way through the water, it feels a deep pain in its breast. It was never cruel to Stasya, but she attacked it first, and then brought a hated wolf-child to slay it. It sheds a single tear as it swims.

--

<Ramsey attacks one more time>

<OOC> Bishop says, "The good news is, you killed the twisted abomination of fire and beasts."

<OOC> Stasya cheers!

<OOC> Bishop says, "The bad news is it exploded and burned as you did it. A holocaust of flame erupts from its cracked and devastated soul as the spirit is forcibly torn from the melded flesh; the bear screams, its self-awareness returned to it only long enough for it to feel the horrific pain of its insides melting."

--

While the bearthing leaps into the water to elude him, the massive wolf that is Ramsey lifts his head to the sky and howls a bone-chilling howl, and as Mingzhu's magic hits him, he catches a beam of moonlight all cool-like and in the First Tongue he gnashes ~I am Sik-Ga! Beloved of the Full Moon! And I! Am! RUUUUDE!~ and then he does the quadripedal form of a top rope elbow dive, but it's just some extreme bullshit swan-dive with his jaws first into the brackish water with a huge splash and his teeth find the back of the thing's neck and sink down, intending to hold on should it take him for a ride, but then he powers through with a really gnarly crunch and has a moment to give a wolfish grin to himself before the world is exploding steam and fire and he is catapulted back ward in a big plume of surf.

--

Stasya may be many things, but foolish enough to jump into murky brakish water with a monsterous fire bear and a werewolf when she can't see is not on her list of things to do tonight. The Wizened will watch as the wolf jumps after his prey and she heads to the edge of the lagoon, holding one of her ash grenades ready just in case, but it's wolf and not bear that reigns supreme tonight as there's the little explosion of steam and fire hitting even through her summer mantle and she coughs as she's hit with the wave of heat. "Was that really it?" Is it over? Did the win? CAN ALL THE LITTLE DEER CHANGELINGS ROAM FREE?

--

Watching as Ramsey dives into the water, hoping that he'll pull the bear up to where she can see it, Mingzhu is caught /entirely/ unprepared for the wave of explosive energy washing out from the water. She stumbles back against the tree she is under, brackish water staining the until-now pristine white of her jeans. She raises her arms to cover her head, the outer skin on her forearms getting mildly scalded by that wash of steam, but then it is over and a silence settles. Just briefly. Then in a slow return there is buzzing and croaking and all the usual marshy sounds.

--

The ruined and mangled flesh of what once was a bear floats to the surface. By the force of the Great Wolf's jaws was Flesh and Shadow sundered, the ephemera of Ashes of the Hearth violently expelled from the hapless beast it Claimed. The others can see it now, for the magical fires of the once-dangerous creature burn even among the emerald algae waters, sending warm shadows flicker- dancing across the steam bubbled surface and a handful of toppled lily pads.

To the Changelings, all seems well. The bear is well and truly dead.

Ramsey alone, half-spirit thing that he is, sees the wispy figure of Ashes of the Hearth dwelling in Twilight.

It is twisted, resembling a humanoid that walks on its hands and feet. It has no skin or muscle, its limbs merely a cage of cracked and burnt animal bones. Where its heart might be is a gentle, flickering flame. Its eyes glow and its fingers are claws.

It is Claimed no more -- but the violator of Father Wolf's law is not dead.

--

Singed and, well, not exactly bruised as that's all taken care of, Ramsey slowly rolls and gets his feet under him in the shallow water and shaking off in a massive omnidirectional spray of water from fur before his form veers back down into something not quite but very near to a man, with a mouth that can say the words, "One of your bombs! It can reach through to it!"

--

Stasya doesn't fully know what's going on because once things explode into magical fire NORMALLY that's the end of things, but since Ramsey is calling for a bomb, Bombs away. He points, she tosses!

--

Trying her best to brush water and bits of pond weed from her clothing, Mingzhu peers at Stasya. Why is she throwing an easter egg at the water?! It makes no sense to the Telluric - the enemy is already dead, but maybe it's some sort of cleansing ritual. Who knows. She moves out from under her tree and begins to walk back the way they came, slowly.

--

The home-made ash bomb explodes above the corpse of the bear. As the plume of campfire ash spreads out, for a moment -- just a moment -- Stasya and Mingzhu can see something. The outline of something more inhuman than the bear, of hateful eyes and twisted, calcified limbs. For just a moment.

For Ramsey, he watches the ash settle into the bones, and blacken them deeper than the scorch marks. He watches it sink through the gaps in the bone limbs, through the ribcage, and suffocate the hearthfire heart.

He watches it fuckin' explode, its corpus annihilated, with a hideous shriek of pain as burning ephemera sprays outward.

Did it have any Essence left? Is it dead, or merely trapped, slumbering, until it can one day recover? Well..

Who the fuck knows, they pretty much brute-forced their way through this matter. But they won!