Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
Arrival at the scene.
Closer Investigation.
The Truth.
The Culprit.
The Face-off.
The Trial.
The Repercussions
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Frast kneeled in the knee-high moss of the shaded hillside. He could see the massacred camp ahead. The blood was visible, even from this distance. Truly, some mighty beast must have happened upon them in the deep dark of the night. These, not amateurs, but seasoned hunters, were shredded and at least partially consumed. As soon as he stepped into the perimeter of the camp, he knew that even more rumors were going to spread. They were already talking about fairy folk in the wood preying on us weak mortals, and this was only going to spur them on. Productivity was going to drop unless the problem gets resolved.
Closer Investigation.
Spoiler :
He told the hunters investigating with him to stay back so he could trace the events more clearly. A rustling in the bush startled him, and brought his attention to an abnormal hole in the trees. Frast sniffed the wind. It was time to trust his gut. Something unnatural had come through... but what? He belted his ax to his back and crawled into the wood. The smell of decay was obvious, along with what could be described as a smoky scent. Sulfurous, not unlike the incenses made back home... Frast found an unusual, though incomplete, track. He couldn't tell what had created it, but it was not anything native to these parts.
The Truth.
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Damn it, Frast cursed to himself, this needs to be solved now. He briefly entertained the thought of some black-winged beast of smoky visage. He crawled from the wood and tried to see the camp as the animal, or whatever it was, would have seen it. He noted the remnants of the tents. He saw the fire... was oddly extinguished. Half-burnt logs were not extinguished with water, but perhaps by some strong gale from the... north? No. No gale would come THROUGH the forest... Some dark work was afoot here. Frast closed his eyes and considered the possibilities. A madman roaming the woods? Not possible. Seasoned hunters don't get caught unawares by madmen. The foolish bastards across the lake? Nonsense, they barely remembered that there were relatives across the lake at all. A bear? A wolverine? neither made sense, when that mysterious track is taken into consideration. Frast felt silly. Any sailor, ploughboy or baker back home would unblinkingly answer 'Fairie folk did it.' But the footprint.. was not that of some fair trickster. It was the abominable track of some wretched creature. He forced himself to consider it.. the myths, the rumors, all of the stories of the wizened family-heads potentially true. So it was.. and as he accepted it, the hairs on the back of his neck raised. A gale from deep in the wood blew his graying locks into his eyes. He turned and witnessed the very beast of his musings.
The Culprit.
Spoiler :
The obscure features seemed to shift from one nightmarish glare to another. Frast grabbed his ax and backed away from the beast. It, whatever it was, stepped into the remnants of the old camp's fire, raised its veined wings and pointed its arms toward Frast. The monstrosity rasped at Frast:
"Arrogant child, you come to the woods of your home's legends to tempt me? You leave the tender rays of the sun and the forgiving waters of the lake to hunt in MY home?!"
Frast was dumbstruck. "Y-you... I have not... s-seen..."
The smoky visage cleared to show the fast-aging face of a man, woman, beast, sunrise and set, red moon, flaming trees, all unnatural pain in the world, and heart-stopping beauty and the beast interrupted Frast.
"You have seen nothing. And you will die knowing nothing. Goodbye, hideous Frast, unloved by your brethren, you will spend eternity feasting on your own entrails. I own your soul now."
Frast squared his jaw and ignored the taunting grate of the thing's voice.
"Come then, demon. Come and feel the cold bite of Frast's Ax.
"Arrogant child, you come to the woods of your home's legends to tempt me? You leave the tender rays of the sun and the forgiving waters of the lake to hunt in MY home?!"
Frast was dumbstruck. "Y-you... I have not... s-seen..."
The smoky visage cleared to show the fast-aging face of a man, woman, beast, sunrise and set, red moon, flaming trees, all unnatural pain in the world, and heart-stopping beauty and the beast interrupted Frast.
"You have seen nothing. And you will die knowing nothing. Goodbye, hideous Frast, unloved by your brethren, you will spend eternity feasting on your own entrails. I own your soul now."
Frast squared his jaw and ignored the taunting grate of the thing's voice.
"Come then, demon. Come and feel the cold bite of Frast's Ax.
The Face-off.
Spoiler :
The Beast's wings folded, and it ran toward Frast, claws bared and gleaming with unnatural light. It overestimated its prowess, though, and Frast side-stepped the lunge. It growled with embarrassment and utter hatred and lunged again. Frast deflected one claw with his ax and caught the other wrist with his own hand. With a howl, he headbutted the demon. The move cost Frast a couple of seconds, because the demon's head was much harder than his own. He shook his head and cleared his thoughts again. The demon was trying to bite, but could not reach. It beat its wings and flew back from Frast. It dove and clipped Frast's back with a wingtip. A thin red line formed and blood spilled down the small of Frast's back. Frast groped on the ground for a rock, and tossed the first one he could reach at the flapping monstrosity. It did nothing but anger the thing. It landed and lunged again. Frast tried to block again, but the claws found their way around his defenses and grazed his right collar bone and his left bicep. Frast took this opportunity to dig the ax into the demon's flesh, to give it a taste of its own cruel methods. The thing hissed and clawed away from the ax. Its bite was cold indeed. Some milky white fluid poured down the thing's torso, and it fled into the wood. Frast pursued.
The Trial.
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Its wings were virtually worthless here, but its speed on foot was remarkable. Frast marveled at the capabilities of this thing, which he assumed mortally wounded. He lost sight of it, but pressed on. It showed itself on the opposite of a clearing, and it taunted Frast.
"If I wish, Frast, I could open a rift that would swallow you and this forest whole. You would be utterly consumed, and there would be no hope for you foolish men."
Frast was overcome with sudden darkness and pain deep inside of his core. It upset him so profoundly that he could barely claw his way back up from the depths of despair to parry the next mental onslaught aimed at him. He could smell that same sulfurous odor, and could see the rift forming beneath his feet. He looked to the demon and saw its visage clearly, that of his father, or mother, or clan elder at any given moment. It was deep in a trance, and Frast knew he was doomed, and yet the ground felt solid enough. He somehow wanted to accept death, but saw through this ordeal as nothing but an illusion. Then the next wave of despair hit him. This time was nothing, because Frast saw the light of truth exposing the dark charades of the beast. He crossed the threshold and approached the demon, still entranced, convinced that it had fooled Frast. Frast swung his ax.
"If I wish, Frast, I could open a rift that would swallow you and this forest whole. You would be utterly consumed, and there would be no hope for you foolish men."
Frast was overcome with sudden darkness and pain deep inside of his core. It upset him so profoundly that he could barely claw his way back up from the depths of despair to parry the next mental onslaught aimed at him. He could smell that same sulfurous odor, and could see the rift forming beneath his feet. He looked to the demon and saw its visage clearly, that of his father, or mother, or clan elder at any given moment. It was deep in a trance, and Frast knew he was doomed, and yet the ground felt solid enough. He somehow wanted to accept death, but saw through this ordeal as nothing but an illusion. Then the next wave of despair hit him. This time was nothing, because Frast saw the light of truth exposing the dark charades of the beast. He crossed the threshold and approached the demon, still entranced, convinced that it had fooled Frast. Frast swung his ax.
The Repercussions
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He severed the left arm, then the right. He severed the legs at the knee. The beast wailed a tremendous and profound scream of true pain, one that it had heard many times, no doubt. Frast grabbed it by the wings and pulled each one from their respective sockets. The beast wailed and wailed. Frast rubbed his now-messy hands on his kilt. He grabbed the ax firmly and separated the still-wailing head from the torso. Entirely dismembered, Frast felt safe turning back to camp. When he turned, he saw the eyes of the hunters looking back at him with disbelief.
"Head back home, boys. No more fairies around here."
They turned and approached the old camp. They gave the scattered remains a proper burial before going back. None of them spoke, they just pondered the barbaric ferocity of their normally calm leader, a man whose level-headedness had disappeared when he began dismembering that... thing. They also pondered the fresh disturbed look that Frast's eyes had taken on. Productivity didn't drop, but the rumors did fly.
"Head back home, boys. No more fairies around here."
They turned and approached the old camp. They gave the scattered remains a proper burial before going back. None of them spoke, they just pondered the barbaric ferocity of their normally calm leader, a man whose level-headedness had disappeared when he began dismembering that... thing. They also pondered the fresh disturbed look that Frast's eyes had taken on. Productivity didn't drop, but the rumors did fly.