The Challange, The Scab, The Scar

[Jynjyr]

Of your anger
Your ignorance
Your blindness
Your greed
Your progress
Your conquest
Your mania
Your need
Your sorrow
Your sickness
Your final, parting breath
Your hatred
Your bloodshed
Your future
Your death

I will have none
I will have none
I will have none
I will have none

I am Hilga Stonehammer, Ironthighs is my Nickname, Fostring Metis, I have no Rite name. I am Fostern, I am working on Adren, I was born Modi.. howling my parents sin to the full face of Luna. I have no Hov, though we may yet soon..

I am here..

The Scab. I hate the Scab. It’s a filthy place that smells of wretched polution and the fecal matter of all that well there. Cold, and dead, and even the trees and controled plant life they use to make the cities ‘green’ doesn’t clear the smell, it just makes sure the humans don’t choke on their own waste. Even the Abyss would be a better place than this; a tribute to all that is static. A mockery to the Concord. A mix of Jorgmunder and the Weaver. They are everywhere, an infection upon Gaia. There is no clearer sign of the End Times.

The last time I had been in a city was with my dead and dying pack, two of which had been on the council of Elders, on the way to a Concolation in Northern Europe. I miss them.

This is my holmgang for Adren. To step away from loamy earth and crisp mountain air and walk on processed rock and tar, to weave my way through this labrynth of webs. The Curse will not benefit me here. I feel the rage under the surface, but so do they. People and animals alike feel my predatory nature. I’m small and I’m charming.. but that means nothing when people feel like at any moment I will break out of my skin and herd them into the places they had so long ago in the Impergium, or worse, slaughter whole races of them in the genocidal actions of the Nazi’s.. Nazi’s... It wasn’t Squirrel’s fault. He didn’t understand. But he didn’t remember.

This place, like the Cyber Realm, which Tak had gone too. I can’t trust her anymore, none of us should. We all bear battle scars, and while that battle wasn’t one she should have fought alone.. she chose it and she should bear the scars of it. I can’t trust her.. It’s clear the Disconnection she suffers isn’t fromt he Umbra, but something more alien. Urrah. It’s unfortunate. I like her pack.

But all this distracts me from my path. My boots make little noise on the pavement as I walk down the stench filled streets of the city. Fight the Wyrm in a place that is distinctly disadvantageous in a way I have not battled them before. The Shadow Lord Forseti’s help would be good.. But it wouldn’t actively seek what I need.

Fomor. Easy enough to fight, harder to fight without the veil. True the Delirium would take care of most of the humans, but this City and this Sept seems to contain more people who are aware than others. Where other cities I’ve been in have been full of ignorant Monkies.. Perhaps I have too much of a Jaw Lock on the old ways. But I am Fenrir.

I hate Scabs.. There is Glory to be found in them. And Wisdom if one finds a way. Honor.. Well, some Glass Walkers might find a way, but I see no way to find Honor in such a fetid local. I swear I feel the gnosis inside me sink away from the cold touch of the hazy city wind.

I have to harry things here, I have to flush them out. But I can’t run them into the woods.. I must seek them here. I have some leads. I have a direction. I have what I’ve been able to clean from the stronger willed humans and some of Oli’s Ætling..

Rangorok comes, the Eye of Wotan is in the sky, so I must do my best in this battle. This alley here, it smells of what I am looking for. There is garbage strewn about the mouth, like the city vomited forth from this crack all that is distasteful and disgusting. I am in the International District. I am not so short here. I hear the darkness.. Jotunn.

I must find out more of what lurks here. My body flexes, I feel ill that I must not approach this creature claws first. I see it, him, peering from the nest of rotted filth. He beckons me and I approach, my hands flexing for my Hamarr, caressing it’s handle but I do not wield it. Tucked under the long coat I borrowed.

His voice slithers out, licking across my skin and ears and leaving the fealing of oily residue.

“Speak.. Whore of Gaia.” I twitch, I want to feel my claws in it’s flesh. But this is a city..

“Hey, I don’t insult your God, huh?” I say more jovial than I feel.

His laughter is repugnant, it makes me want to throw up the steak still in my belly. “Fine, Slut, Speak.”

I try not to feel shame that this must be this way. I try not to feel anger at the people of this city for being aware.

“I hear you do not care who you sell information to, so long as they are willing to pay.” The man’s circled eyes glitter, he is looking for weakness. I roll my shoulders, I show none. I am a warrior of Gaia.

“It is true, but I can tell you have nothing I want, Get of the Bitch Goddess.”

I writhe inside, I loathe this. But I will fight even my own pride, my own disgust for Gaia.

“I can get you Kin, a Kin who can be enjoyed however you want.” It hurt.. I know I pained. What he would see was no lie. But it was what I want. I want him to see how much it disgusts me, and to think he can use it against me.

“Fine, bring her.” I shake my head, “I am willing to sell the Mare for Information on your forces, but not at the cost of the veil.”

He coughs out laughter and spits something vile out of his throat, it splats black and viscous against a wall.

“True to your Lies, Fine, where?” I am not lying. He can tell. His weakness and lusts were not underestimated.

I take a breath, I didn’t know I’d been holding it against the cloying odor. Someone will have to cleanse me after this.

“There is a house,” I have the address Oli's kin had arranged for. He snorts, and shifts in his refuse, and leans towards me. “You will get nothing from me before I fuck the cunt..”

I control myself. I must control myself! I feel it bubble and burn deep down, Luna’s gift and my Curse thrusting towards the skin. He watches and readies to scuttle back into the darkness. I control myself.

“Fine.” I knew who I’d give him. It was someone else who needed to die. A kinfolk that was skirting the edges. Two birds with one stone and in the same breath hopefully more information for the Hov to predict the numbers that would come during the opening.

I back-step from the Alley and stalk away. People recoil from me, small and blonde as I am, I have much to do to get ready.

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Oli's Kin had succeeded in bringing the Kin who had given herself over to the Lusts of Jorgmunder. She had Fenrir pure breed so she was ours to clean. She did not want to come back..

The woman was in the house, lounged out on the couch waiting as he had asked her too. I wait outside while Oli's Kin called to make arrangements for the cleanup.

We know how this will happen. The man approaches and I dared not ask how he had arrived but it was beneficial there was no car to speak of. He looks the truck's direction and she slowly breathed out, “My ride.” I explain, and that too was true. The vehicle had been bought and fixed up from some lot in Lynnwood owned by a friend of a friend. It would be untraceable, “He wont hurt you.” Again not a lie. The creature eyes me, filthy Jotunn, and heads into the house. I follow. He eyes the woman and lookes at me, I do not the bat an eye, I can not afford too as he slurps his tongue over his lips and moved towards the woman who raises her eyes and realizes.

Her scream is cut short as he sets on her with a forceful kiss. As he lets his carnal lusts devour the woman, I let my mind wander other places. I let him think his acts of carnal corruption got to me, but I seek to place my mind on plans.

I am a mule, such desire only consumes me when Jorgmunder has me in his thrall. That has never happened, I intended it never will.

He finishes, I can still hear the woman’s whimpering and gurgles as she lays sprawled and used half on the couch and half on the floor. She was as good as dead anyway, so I reserve my pity for the deserving.

“You deal well, perhaps you could join us one day.” I don’t need to say anything, his grating laugh sounds again at the look on my face. “Fine, I will deal. You get three questions, well three and a half.. one for each hole I used.”

Again I feel the primal anger battling to free itself, and again I make myself stop. I can not do this often, my mind wanders to the ways of those who did these things. They are stronger than I or they are tainted to their core and more of our battle than we know has already been lost. My mind wanders back to the other packs..

His eyes went mad and I have to stop myself from stepping back. Slavering smile pointed at me. He looks like he wasnt all there. But I ask...

I asked my three questions...

Three and a half..

Questions that would not give anything away, that any one might ask. But questions that would lend to tactical planning for the defense of the cearn. I feel filthy, but I have answers and I will have to ask the Godi about them.. the answers.. to test their truth.

I do not give him time to come from his Fugue.

My knife strikes true, he might have been a real fight if I let him come from it. This is not Glorious, and this makes me feel sick.

This is fighting the battle, though, and I know it is. Oli was not unreliable.

He had told me to fight in ways I never would.. in a place that was uncomfortable for me, in ways that were not to my advantage.

It is easy to dispatch the kinfolk..

Oli's kinfolk and his group will clean up.

I clean myself off..

I feel like some part of me has died. Like I now have a scar. A scar that no one can see, that no one can feel. But it’s there. I can feel it, and I earned it in a battle I learned from.

I return to Oli..

I tell him my story and I seek out cleansing..

I will not long forget this battle..


I am Hilga Stonehammer, Ironthighs is my Nickname, Fostring Metis, I have no Rite name. I am Adren, I am now stronger, I was born Modi.. howling my parents sin to the full face of Luna. I have no Hov, though we may yet soon..

[Wilhelm Opens-the-Way]

((OOC - this was awesome. So very World of Darkness))