[Bones to Dust] Subject.
Marrick knew what they were going to find when they came to bronzeville. the Fury was proving to be quite the tracker. She knew what to find in which environment. She knew what she was doing, she knew where they were headed, and she was more than content to lead Rory to places and explain what she had learned.
So, when she led Rory to the umbral reflection of a garbage dump, it was no surprise that they could have expected trouble. “It’s here-“ she started. Whatever it was. Marrick had never seem specific as to what kind of scent she was following. Maybe neither of them knew.
[Tongue-Twister] She didn’t question where they were headed, or what scent that Marrick was following. She is the Ahroun elder, and she would know where to find something to hunt. The closer they got, the quieter Rory became, the more focused, the more intense. She is fullmoon. She is determined.
She is built for war.
(…sorta. Fight first, confess later…)
Marrick says that it is here – and is not specific. Tongue-Twister nods, once, and shifts to hisbo, without hesitation. They know they will fight. It is her job to be prepared. She inhales deeply, and searches the grayish night ahead.
[Administrator] It’s a disgusting place, really. A mockery of the great garbage heap. It would have been so much more than what it was, but instead this garbage dump was just a testament to waste. There was no order. Pattern spiders skittered across the top of the boxes and soggy cardboard, only to be pounced upon by the occasional red-eyed alley cat or swallowed alive by the garbage itself.
It is simply a testament to decay here. No worse or better than anything else. The occasional flower of fungus grew up from the slime and mess.
There was a groan, a growl, something that sounded lumbering and unpleasant. Something that did not want to move beyond a slow, dragging gait. It sounded big. Then again, everything sounded large in a place like this. Sounds echoed moreso than they really should.
[Bones to Dust] “You take the back, I’ll take the front… I’ve got you covered,” she said. It was all a tilt of the head, a flick of the tail. She stalked forward- the rather dark wolf was not built for stealth. She wasn’t built for being concealed. That said, she was built for this. For drawing attention, and for taking the hit. In hispo, she was solid. She was strong and she was lean and she was built for this.
“Try and keep cover. Surprise.”
[Tongue-Twister] Even in this form, her fur is a shockingly red color, her eyes still pale green, and sharp, focused as she automatically steps to the side once the noise is heard. It is odd that the Metis would choose something other than birth form to fight in, until one notices she is missing one important Crinos weapon. Then the choice becomes clearer (..mingled with curiosity – how did she survive so long?)
With Marrick’s words, Rory nods her comprehension, and slinks to the side, finding shadows to work her way around to the back and become the element of surprise. Low her in throat is a very soft growl, great hispo lips curled into a near-silent snarl. There is no room for twisted words here, no need. There’s no misinterpretation of intentions due to mangled words.
It sounds big. And slow. Sounds can be deceiving.
[Administrator] And it was huge.
The creature stood a good ten feet tall, as wide at the shoulders as Marrick was tall in homid. It was large, it was solid, and it lumbered through, picking up whatever it could and shoving it into its mouth. The head was small, eyes were wide and froglike. Its hands were enormous, with fat, taloned fingers. It seemed to know one thing- hunger. It did one thing- consume. The garbage, the waste, it even picked up a screeching pattern spider, shoving that into its mouth as well.
Wherever it moved, there was a trail of the awful stench of decay. It had held a purpose, once. But now, its only purpose was to consume. All needing, all powerful hunger. To eat and continue to eat until it could no longer contain itself. It may have been pure, once. Because all the world must decay in order to make room for things anew.
But it consumed all things. The stasis. the growth, it even scared away other creatures that would aid its purpose.
It only knew hunger.
And its froglike eyes regarded the black wolf in front of it. It had been so long since it had live prey..
[Tongue-Twister] It’s… huge. Sound, apparently, had not been deceiving this time around, unless it was to make it seem smaller than it was. Rory slinks around the back, massive hisbo form stepping lightly, with no click or scrape of claw to give her away. It is the only advantage her deformity gives.
The things eyes are on the Elder. It is slurping and slobbering and hoping for live pray. There is more life here, however… it was once pure, it is no longer. The purity of the blood within Rory is unmistakable, however, as she sidles behind it, gathers herself to spring – to take the monster by surprise…
[Administrator] (aaaand
5+1d10)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Bones to Dust] 8+1d10
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Tongue-Twister] (+8!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Administrator] Marrick: 10
Rory: 9
Behemoth: 8
[Administrator] (action:
1a: Claw that fury
1b: try and pick it up)
[Tongue-Twister] 2 rage, split first action
1a: CHOMP!
1b: CHOMP!
1r: Chomp!
2r: Hey, guess who’s gonna bite again? ME!
[Bones to Dust] (actions! weeeoooo!
1a: Spur claws! -1 rage
1b: bite
r1: bite again
r2: because Rory made it look fun, damn her!)
[Bones to Dust] (dex3+hispo2+brawl4= 9 – 2 (split))
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Bones to Dust] damage: str3+hispo3+succ1
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Administrator] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 4, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Bones to Dust] bite!
dex3+hispo2+brawl4=9-3 (split)= 6
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 5) Re-rolls: 1
[Bones to Dust] (damage: str3+hispo3+hispobite2+succ5)
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Administrator] Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Tongue-Twister] (dex+brawl+hispo=9 -2 for split =7)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)
[Tongue-Twister] (Damage – str+hispo+ bite+3 = 9+3=12)
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Tongue-Twister] (reroll 10 – one more.)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Administrator] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Tongue-Twister] (1b – (dex+brawl+hispo=9 -3 for split =6 – from behind)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 3) Re-rolls: 1
[Tongue-Twister] (damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 15 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Administrator] Soak?
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Administrator] (claw!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Administrator] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Bones to Dust] (OWW! Soak that!)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 4, 8, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Administrator] Aaaaand picking up, call it a grapple.
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Administrator] (rage actions are going to alternate. Go, little bloody fury!)
[Bones to Dust] (bite! dex3+hispo2+brawl4 – 5 (JESUS OWW! THIS IS WHY YOU HAVE RESIST PAIN!))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Bones to Dust] (damage: str3+hispo3+3+2)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 9, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Administrator] (soak?)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Tongue-Twister] (Full Pool! 9 diff 5-2, still behind ya, mother trucker!)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 6, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 8 at target 3) Re-rolls: 1
[Tongue-Twister] (Damage! 9+7=16)
Dice Rolled:[ 16 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Administrator] (oww! Soak!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Administrator] (I wanna LIVE!)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 6, 8 (Failure at target 8)
[Administrator] Marrick: 10
Rory: 9 2 rage, split first action
1a: CHOMP!
1b: CHOMP!
1r: Chomp!
2r: Hey, guess who’s gonna bite again? ME!
Behemoth: 8 (claw, grapple)
Marrick claws, hits, it barely feels it (1 agg)
Fury bites, it really… really feels it (4 agg)
Rory bites, it does not really notice
She bites AGAIN, it is not pleased (4 agg)
it claws: 6 agg to marrick
marrick bites: 3 agg
rory bites like a baws: 6 agg
Slow. Lumbering. Unwavering and umbreakable.
The beast lumbers forward and it seems as though the girls have a good idea. Or, at the very least, a passable one. One from the front, one from behind. One to draw the fire, one to do the damage. And, for its part, it does well.
Before the creature has time to raise a taloned hand, the Fury dives for him. Claws dig in, break away and stick out like barbs or a hornet’s stinger. She growls as they almost fail to connect, almost fail to do the intended effect and damage. Her teeth sink into its body, and she throws her head back as her teeth sink into its body.
Rory moves, almost in tandem, and despite her disabilites, she is strong. Despite accident of her birth, she is strong and fast. The first bite takes little more than a chunk of flesh away from its body. The next bite is more solid, lands and takes such a blow that chunks of flesh and sinnew and meat slid away from the bone far too easily.
Just like now.
Just like the creature clawed into Bones to Dust like she was a piece of meat. It cleaves her damned near in half, lifts her from the ground and she falls back down.
She’s a bloody mess, and that’s hard to get ahold of.
Rage sets in, and her speed is inhuman. The first bite is solid and poised, but hers is nothing compared to the damage that the Fianna deals. Hers is nothing, because that full moon, that mule, that goddamned monstrous mongrel tears into it with her teeth as though this is what she was born to do. As though lacking claws failed to make her flawed.
It did.
In fact, it made her a more resourceful fighter. She knew her strengths, knew her weaknesses, and used them.
Tongue Twister tore the creature’s head clear off, and they are left with bits of flesh and decay in their wake.
[Bones to Dust] Slow. Lumbering. Unwavering and unbreakable.
The beast lumbers forward and it seems as though the girls have a good idea. Or, at the very least, a passable one. One from the front, on
[Bones to Dust] (damnit, just pretend not to pay attention to all that crap at the top. Sorry, Lisa!)
[Tongue-Twister] (OOC: It’s fine!)
[Tongue-Twister] It falls. The large thing falls, and she stands above it, mouth and powerful jaws filled with blood and gore as it’s very life pulsates away. She is solid, standing there, every muscle taut, waiting, poised to take another bite if it so much as twitches again.
It does not. She gives a vigorous shake, blood and gore slung from bright red fur, before she tips her head back, and lets loose a howl of pure triumph.
There is no disability here. The howl is slung strong and free and without care for who hears. She – Tongue-Twister, and her Full Moon Elder have brought down a minion of the wyrm.
The howl dies away, and she pads on silent feet to the Fury, concern in her eyes as she tips her head slightly, ears twisting in question. She doesn’t dare nudge the Fury to see if she’s ok – but the desire to is writ clear in her eyes.
[Bones to Dust] She howls. It is triumphant and beautiful and terrifying. It is victory against he minions of the wyrm. It strikes terror into their hearts, and it reminds them of something. These are full moons who are not to be trifled with. There is no pain in that sound, there’s only satisfaction.
The sound fades, and a realization that being torn nearly in half hurts settles in.
Now was a terrible time to remember these sorts of things. The blonde Fury lets herself fade into her breed form- all blonde hair and freckles, she is a vicious, terrifying mess. Looking at her, she is a visceral vision. She’s trying to hold her guts in, and for a second she looks absolutely pained by this.
In a second, it stops, she straightens, and she is grinning ear to ear. It doesn’t make the damage go away, but one would be shocked at what you can do when you don’t feel anything.
“Take your trophies, Tongue Twister,” she tells her. A quiet pride in her young voice.
[Tongue-Twister] She stands, grinning ear to ear, and Rory blinks and then straightens herself. Of course the Ahroun Elder would be able to handle herself, hold her insides where they belong, ignore her pain to howl so triumphantly.
And then she is told to take her trophies. There’s a flicker of surprise in her gaze, a light hunch of hispo shoulders, unsure. But she does not add a ‘but’ or an ‘after me’, and the pride in her voice is for her. Mule. Deformed. Hated for her very birth. She turns, then, and moves to the things head, and is true to her name. She reaches inside and grabs the monster’s tongue and rips it free with a sickening rrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiip and twists it between teeth and massive paws until it is a long tangled strip. That is her trophy. That is what will be set below the Wyrmpole, her first offering here in Chicago. One of many she plans to offer.
She steps back, and sinks down into her monkey skin, human skin, blood covered and uninjured as she holds the grisly reward for a job well done.
[Bones to Dust] (good scene, lovely! I had a blast ! *hug!*)
[Tongue-Twister] (OOC: thanks! First trophy! Yay!)
[Bones to Dust] (She rocked it, man!)
[Bones to Dust] (peace out!)