Zombie-Fomori attack; weird goo comes out.
Friday, 30 May 2014 23:00![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
littlesilvertipHere’s a thought that I had, after last night: If I’m a woman, I don’t have forever to have my pups. Thanks for that thought, brain. I needed that extra pressure. I’m only just getting used to things as-is, now my thoughts are piling on stress where I didn’t need it before. I blame the Child of the Grandmother. Not that she’d have known…
I spent the day clearing my head, and hunting for replacement herbs now that everything’s in flower. I got a good collection going, and placed most of the ones I want for the year on sinew to dry. Not the best collection. I’ll go out later. I kept waiting for it to get dark, though, so I could go back and snatch up some hair or fur from the pretty-bitch Fianna from the past. Maybe an Uktena spirit could help me detect something, or maybe the Jedi, I figured.
Well, I went out there, when I was struck with a hunch. Everything felt… wrong. Wronger than that, even. I’m not one to ignore my animal instincts, and I covered myself with the night to check out a bird’s commotion. Something seemed… magical. I couldn’t place the sort of magic. Well, right about then, Guards the Flame, Abandons None, and Heart's-Blood came up, announcing that the area felt of the horned serpent. Right after, something burst from the ground, and started clawing at Abandons None. I broke my cover to bend the air to my will, flinging Abandons None away from the ambush. Violence was over pretty quick - Guards the Flame attacked one, Heart's-Blood attacked one, and I used telekinesis to fling one so far into the air that the fall killed him. Abandons None was so disappointed that he didn’t get a kill that he had to attack the one I dropped some more. Fenrir.
They weren’t zombies, despite their place in the ground - they bled too much for that. They seemed more fomori like, but not in a way I could place. They were ice-cold, covered in some black goo that was… well, it got my attention. I took a sample from the bones, and dissuaded Guards the Flames from cleansing the bodies (taint is gone with death), before heading back to my territory for a few tests.
At that point, the blood had congealed into a sticky black sludge, still cold. Easy to wash, but the water became as oil. Interesting. I tried burning the oily water, but results were unhelpful - sooty yellow flame. The bone was like slightly melted ice, itself, and easy to shave. Flame in a fire was green-red. Not normal. Where I shaved it resulted in veins appearing, growing and connecting, until they drained the sludge out of the bone. I collected it in a bowl. The bone was normal, then, and burned a normal color; it powdered normally, too. The sludge didn’t seem to register as a thing on my gifts for sensing magics, but… it’s wrong. It’s more like water than water, in that it feels like nothing, smells like nothing, and looking at it… it’s hard to focus on it. Eyes slip away. Senses refuse to focus on it. It’s very unnatural. I’ve bottled a bit of the sludge for the future. I hope for more material to examine.
When I wrapped up in the morning (I took a rest in the night), I started thinking how inconvenient this cave was becoming. It’s too far away, and too high up. That’s good for keeping prying eyes away, but there are easier ways than that. When Tail-Eater and I talked, he mentioned he was looking at making a stone tower to study in. I don’t want a tower, but it definitely puts the thought of a place where I can study in peace into my mind. I could build one the normal way, but that’s a large amount of work, and time consuming to do by myself.
I have some ideas kicking around.
Shit, I never did get the hair I wanted. Blah. I guess I have more pressing worries.
I spent the day clearing my head, and hunting for replacement herbs now that everything’s in flower. I got a good collection going, and placed most of the ones I want for the year on sinew to dry. Not the best collection. I’ll go out later. I kept waiting for it to get dark, though, so I could go back and snatch up some hair or fur from the pretty-bitch Fianna from the past. Maybe an Uktena spirit could help me detect something, or maybe the Jedi, I figured.
Well, I went out there, when I was struck with a hunch. Everything felt… wrong. Wronger than that, even. I’m not one to ignore my animal instincts, and I covered myself with the night to check out a bird’s commotion. Something seemed… magical. I couldn’t place the sort of magic. Well, right about then, Guards the Flame, Abandons None, and Heart's-Blood came up, announcing that the area felt of the horned serpent. Right after, something burst from the ground, and started clawing at Abandons None. I broke my cover to bend the air to my will, flinging Abandons None away from the ambush. Violence was over pretty quick - Guards the Flame attacked one, Heart's-Blood attacked one, and I used telekinesis to fling one so far into the air that the fall killed him. Abandons None was so disappointed that he didn’t get a kill that he had to attack the one I dropped some more. Fenrir.
They weren’t zombies, despite their place in the ground - they bled too much for that. They seemed more fomori like, but not in a way I could place. They were ice-cold, covered in some black goo that was… well, it got my attention. I took a sample from the bones, and dissuaded Guards the Flames from cleansing the bodies (taint is gone with death), before heading back to my territory for a few tests.
At that point, the blood had congealed into a sticky black sludge, still cold. Easy to wash, but the water became as oil. Interesting. I tried burning the oily water, but results were unhelpful - sooty yellow flame. The bone was like slightly melted ice, itself, and easy to shave. Flame in a fire was green-red. Not normal. Where I shaved it resulted in veins appearing, growing and connecting, until they drained the sludge out of the bone. I collected it in a bowl. The bone was normal, then, and burned a normal color; it powdered normally, too. The sludge didn’t seem to register as a thing on my gifts for sensing magics, but… it’s wrong. It’s more like water than water, in that it feels like nothing, smells like nothing, and looking at it… it’s hard to focus on it. Eyes slip away. Senses refuse to focus on it. It’s very unnatural. I’ve bottled a bit of the sludge for the future. I hope for more material to examine.
When I wrapped up in the morning (I took a rest in the night), I started thinking how inconvenient this cave was becoming. It’s too far away, and too high up. That’s good for keeping prying eyes away, but there are easier ways than that. When Tail-Eater and I talked, he mentioned he was looking at making a stone tower to study in. I don’t want a tower, but it definitely puts the thought of a place where I can study in peace into my mind. I could build one the normal way, but that’s a large amount of work, and time consuming to do by myself.
I have some ideas kicking around.
Shit, I never did get the hair I wanted. Blah. I guess I have more pressing worries.
