4034/Log 4034

Log 4034
Date of Scene:	10 March 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Feral, Black Queen

Feral has posed:
A cool and breezy afternoon has most of Chinatown in coats and jackets though the local stores are doing good business selling hot teas and waters. Stumbling out of a buffet in the slow, lethargic way of one stuff full of food, one auburn-haired woman hasn't seemed to notice the weather yet. Dressed in a tanktop that's worn and frayed at the edges, she's an eye-catching specimen for both the ragged and light manner of her clothes and the broad, heavily-muscled physique they're exposing. Reaching a finger up to adjust her orange-tinted sunglasses, the Russian brawler sniffs the cool air then picks a direction seemingly at random and begins her barefoot trek down the sidewalk.
<Oof... that was goooood soup,> she groans pleasantly in her native Russian while patting her stomach. Stares, muttered comments, and glimpses of a cell phone are all ignored if they're even noticed at all, as the werewoman leaves behind a tall pile of dishes and a concerned looking busboy.

Black Queen has posed:
Chinatown has become a home away from home for Selene. She's out and about in something of appropriate clothing. Not the most winter-proof, but a fahsionista like herself has to deal always with some cold in favor of being dressed in attractive and hellishly expensive clothing. She's currently outside of one of the tables that normally would be in the middle of the sidewalk. Today, it's pulled close enough to the building to stay under the overhang and the person managing the table can also sit right in front of the store's normal entrance to stay warm from a space heater pointed at their back. "So, you say this is Amazonian?" She squints at some scabbard that has no weapon inside of it but would have been meant for a single handled fencing style blade. "Hrm, like -The- Amazons, not just south americans from the rainforest?"

There's definitely a doubt ridden tone in Selene's voice as she smirks a bit, and then settles the scabbard back down on the table, "It is a nice antique, but without the sword it is not worth anywhere near this price." The person across the table running the store grunts a little bit and just sighs, dealing with negotiations clearly not their favorite of things.

Feral has posed:
    Ambling loosely towards the same storefront though across the street, Vanya's faintly pointed ears prick at the dulcet voice - one among dozens her more-than-human senses funnel to her. The topic of conversation earns a curious flit of her eyes from beneath their covering shades as the werewoman bumps through a passerby, her momentum barely slowing as her shoulder knocks a young man sideways.

    "Hey, watch where you're walking!" the man snaps reflexively as he stumbles to catch himself and glares at Vanya.

    The brawler's head turns as she raises a single finger reply. "Up yours!" she readily tosses back.

Black Queen has posed:
The small altercation pulls Selene's attention away from the table of antiques and toward the people being rude to one another. With a little bit of raised brows she looks over Vanya and sighs a little, "Primitives." She shakes her head a little bit, possibly talking about just Vanya or her and the man, who knows really? She reaches her long slender fingers down to grab at a pocket watch and hrms, "This is rather interested, World War II era? Russian." She winds it a little and then opens the watch, and sure enough the USSR's anthem begins to play in that sing-song way that wind up jewelry boxes play. Always a bit high pitched from the mechanism, and then she closes the cover again making it stop. Starting to peruse the back of it she smiles lightly, "Very well, I will take this and the scabbard. With the promise that if you get the sword you must hold it for me. This scabbard is just ornamental, and very pretty, but the sword is what is worth anything at all." As the shop keeper goes into the shop to get a bag and process a payment on the Amex Black card Selene hands over, she gives the beast woman a few more looks and can't help but have an upward pointed nose at the woman, looking down at her, aided by the height given by her high heeled boots.

Feral has posed:
Selene's posture to Vanya is mirrored by the beast woman's own towards the man beside her. Crass, but undeniably thinking herself on a different plain as the tattooed brawler seems to barely give half a mind to the rest of his reply as she turns to resume walking, only to stop dead as another entirely different noise catches her ear. The old Russian's head whips sideways, flinging her unkempt hair behind her as her eyes latch onto the old pocket watch. A long and preternaturally intense stare follows the relic of bygone times through Selene's hands until the woman herself looks back. Vanya's shoulders square as her full, imposing physique is presented and the fashionista's gaze is met as the brawler's hands slide into holes that once were pockets.

Black Queen has posed:
Holding up the pocket watch, Selene looks at Vanya curiously. In Russian, the accent more of the noble classes like the Tzars had even before the USSR was around though it stuck about for many generations afterward amongst the high-class and politically powerful, "Do you recognize this watch?" Her tone is a bit curious as she waits on response to the words in Russian first before going any further in conversation, though she does open the pocket watch again to let the sound pierce the air as she is waiting still for the shopkeeper. Selene still stands taller than Vanya and continues to look down at the feral looking woman who is by far broader than Selene's slender frame could ever even attempt to immitate.

Feral has posed:
Vanya's bushy brow raises and in reply the brawler crouches low, takes two powerful strides towards the road between them, and bounds into the air, sailing clear over passing traffic and landing with a ground-shaking thud at Selene's side. The werewoman straightens back to her full height and flicks her hair back with a toss of her head before regarding the regal shopper.
"" she replies in her native tongue, her own accent hinting somewhere other than the modern streets of St. Petersburg and Moscow.

Black Queen has posed:
When you jump the traffic, lots of people suddenly freak out and run in different directions. Crazy were woman is on the prowl and about to attack some really hot rich chick. And yet, no one gets the great idea to call the cops, instead they just leave the area, even people who already had their phones out don't re-dial. At least not yet. In old russian still, "I would doubt that very seriously little bear. Old russian? I speak the tongue I have learned, I know no other." She shrugs lightly, not having been worried or even shocked by your ability to leap across the traffic. It isn't that she knew it could happen or would, it's just when you've seen as many days as Selene few things are outside of your 'normal' for any given day. She then claps shut the watch again, "Is this something that you would want?" Dangling the watch from it's chain wrapped about some of her fingers.

Feral has posed:
Vanya's gaze fall to follow the dangling watch, looking down at it from on high with eyes that, this close, no longer look entirely human behind their lenses. Subtle traits of the brawny woman allude to her bestial nature, from her thick brow and slightly pointed ears to the sturdy nails left comfortably long on her fingers. Her shirt stretches as she takes a deep breath and a hole in its side shows an extra hint of skin.
"<Nowhere to keep it, but maybe,>" she considers, looking back up at the dark-eyed woman. Despite her choice of dress, the animal's attention is on other things. "" she asks as the longer, more idiomatic speech gives a better bearing of the wild Russian's own origins; she's firmly set in the expansive Soviet era of the past century, or perhaps even the Bolsheviks that started it.

Black Queen has posed:
"" Selene mentions and then pulls back the watch a bit more, looking at it, "<An original. Not that they were very well made, given to soldiers during a very poor time for them. And yet many could still afford one despite the poverty. This one, was for no officer, but a grunt. Which means he likely bought it himself with his limited funds.>" Keeping her eyes on it as it spins a bit in front of her before she rolls it up into the palm of her hand and shrugs, "<Where did I learn Russian? From the tutor who taught Maria Feodorovna herself. Minnie certainly could throw an excellent party.>" A small smile of memory, before she refocuses on the beastly woman, "<You?>"

Feral has posed:
Easily entranced by the trinket, Selene's fiddling pulls Vanya's attention down again as light traces along the spinning edges of the watch. A wistful, homesick smile plays on her lips as the Soviet etching on the back passing again and again. "<F*** Ulya would love to have this,>" she mutters to herself in muted realization before something in the aristocrat's sentence manages to snap her back to the present.
"<Hmm? Oh, Siberia,>" she responds belatedly, saying very little, but perhaps enough. "" Vanya adds with an amused smirk, though one nuance wasn't lost in her daydreaming. "<If you were tutored, where are you actually from?>"

Black Queen has posed:
Watching you watch the trinket, Selene plays a little with your focus by moving the watch one direction subtley and then another, like someone playing with a cat or a household dog. And she wonders, "<Who is this Ulya?>" She questions lightly at the comment before laughing lightly, "<Well, the cold has never bothered me. Nor the heat of the world.>" She hmms in a little upward tone for a question, "<Where am I from? Little bear, it is like asking the wind from where it comes.>" Then the store owner comes back with the scabbard wrapped up in some inconspicious paper and gets Selene's attention with a bit of a clearing of his throat. And she ohs, catching the watch up in her hand a moment and turns away from Vanya to get her scabbard, then she smiles at the store owner. Speaking in Cantonese she offers her thanks before turning back to Vanya and jumps right back into Russian, "<You displayed quite the physical feat, jumping the street like that. You seem rather physically well put together. Did someone experiment on you, or were you just born that way?>"

Feral has posed:
 Dutifully, Vanya's eyes follow, and there's no sign the brawler realizes she's being played with. "<My daughter - maybe,>" she responds with a shrug, continuing to smirk at a memory of her own. "<She drank hearty growing up; much taller than you, and she has more love for the old red flag than I do.>"
 When the shopkeeper returns, Vanya folds her arms and waits for their transaction to finish, quirking a brow at the easy switch Selene does between languages before turning back to address her. The werewoman's exposed biceps flex and a hearty laugh stretches her tanktop anew while showing, in its own way, another glimpse at her preternatural physique.

 "<No and no,>" she answers once her face settles back into and entertained and toothy smile. "<I'm a happy accident of our little spat with the Yankees. Comrade Winter Soldier has got nothing on this.>"

Black Queen has posed:
As you explain about this Ulya, and who it might be, Selene nods a little and then is looking at her wrapped up scabbard for a moment, putting away her credit card and then says, "<Too tall is just as bad as too short. A woman needs to be exactly the right height. That way heels can be worn. I love these.>" She looks down at her high heeled boots before looking back to Vanya smiling a bit, "<An accident. Then there is no need to blame anyone, nature has its own mind. You are hungry?>" Wonders the tall elegantly slender woman as she takes a precursory step away from the table, "<In exchange for the watch, you can tell me more about how you came to be? I am always interested in those who are interesting. I do not know this Winter Soldier, was he important to Russia? I left not long after the USSR was formed.>"

Feral has posed:
"<You've never heard of Winter Soldier!? Did you sleep since the Great World Patriotic War?>" Vanya balks, her eyes bugging wide in surprise as the simple sentence puts a crack in her worldview. Arresting herself, the werewoman shakes her head in disbelief and straightens herself, tugging down at her shirt to pull loose some bunched fabric. "" Vanya considers, tapping a finger against her chin as her eyes roam slowly over the aristocrat before her, appraising the fashionista. "<Sure, but if you are really as old as the wind, you help me with something else too. I have an expensive appetite for... exotic meats,>" the bestial Soviet alludes as she smirks toothily while patting her stomach.

Black Queen has posed:
"<This Winter Soldier must of not been on my radar. I recall some wars during that time, but I was a bit busy and got distracted, and they did not last very long. I barely had a chance to even notice them before everything was over.>" Selene says off-handedly and then starts walking a few more steps, then she stops. "<If you attempt to eat me, you will have a terrible time with indigestion. That said, whatever else you are interested in consuming: birds, rats scurrying across the ground. I will help you get. Or are you more interested in something like cheetahs, or wolves, owls, that kind of thing?>" She's had her fair share of odd things to consume, but none of them satisfy quite like... well, souls. Reaching out and dangling the watch again she is holding it out for Vanya to take it, "<Yours then. Do not eat it.>"

Feral has posed:
Vanya snatches the hanging timepiece as she hops forward to catch up, settling easily into a lazy, looping stride beside the aristocrat. "" she scoffs while giving her new possession a little twirl and popping it open to check the time. Whether it's accurate or not, the old Soviet now considers it 1:35PM.
"<You don't look too bad for eating,>" she admits, briefly checking Selene's figure again, "<But I was thinking more exotic... like chimera, or fire-breathing hell-hounds.>" The runic brand across the woman's face hints at her past exposure to the magical world. While not sensing of it herself, those familiar with the occult might recognize the symbol as more than just stylistic old art.

Black Queen has posed:
You now have the timepiece and Selene just smiles, "<You have a weakness then? No metal teeth. I will have to remember that for the future.>" She offers in a light tone as she is continuing to walk, "<Hell-hounds all breathe fire, else you are just dealing with just a spikey reddish dog. Chimera? You certainly enjoy spicy food.>" She quips as she continues to walk and then she responds to your comment, "<I never look bad. And I have been eaten before, though when a demon from actual hell is chewing on you for a few years it is not so much eaten as it is torture really. A distinction I am positive no witness could make. That said, I do not prefer to be eaten, burned alive is more my style. It just has something classic about it. Women have been burned alive for longer than most of us can imagine, sometimes it is her 'duty' for her husband, other times it is because she is feared by those around her, and yet other times it is just for gleeful entertainment.>" A soft shrug of her slender jacket covered shoulders as she continues walking, and she stops for a moment and holds up a finger before thinking, squinting her eyes a moment before turning her head to the right and taking that turn, "<Ever since this city has grown it is hard to find the entrance. I know a place that would likely have a hell-hound you could eat, though you would have to kill it yourself?>"

Feral has posed:
"<Gladly,>" Vanya replies as her toothy smile returns. "<Not *right* now, but after my food digests for an hour... a little exercise helps the appetite, and meat always tastes better when you kill it yourself.>"
"<It sounds like you have had an interesting life or two,>" she notes with a curious glance to Selene as she follows half a step behind. "<You're one of those magic types, aren't you?>" the werewoman guesses. ""

Black Queen has posed:
There's a grin on Selene's face when you say things taste better when you kill it yourself, and she lets that smile linger on her face for a little too long. As a predator yourself you might very well understand her to be one too, just from that look, "<Magic type? Is that what you would call me?>" Selene takes in a soft breathe and she mentions, "<Certainly it is the case. It is not the full story, and you would be dried up and dust before such a tale could be completely told. Though, to say there is another woman like me? There are none like me, Little Bear, none at all.>" She stops for a moment and takes another turn, heading a bit zig-zagged in direction, from your likely excellent direction sense, it feels like Selene is walking in not, exactly, circles but you have been in this area before. Retracing steps, as it were, "<You have the mark of a god, perhaps that is why she was sniffling? What of you then? You say you are an accident, how did that accident come to be?>"

Feral has posed:
"<Nothing you would know about if you missed two world wars,>" Vanya chuckles as she slips her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and glances up at the sky for a moment, noticing Selene's route in her own way but making no comment on it. An after-meal walk suits her just fine.
"<Someone whose only powers seem to be nice clothes and natural tits, older than Stalin and who ran foul of a demon? You're certainly no beast; my nose would know that. So you're metal and a liar - or you're magic,>" the werewoman reasons simply.

Black Queen has posed:
Chuckling Selene smiles and stops for a moment, "<You are worth the watch's weight in gold.>" The fashionista says as she grins a bit more, "<Nice clothes and natural tits. I like that. Though, I do prefer the world that once was, there were no high heels then and although my ass does not need it, it certainly helps show it off in short skirts and tight clothing. Always a worthwhile thing.>" She notes as she continues walking, stopping again, she turns right as she keeps moving there's definitely some design to her movements but it would be hard to follow without a prenatural sense of direction. If you have that, what might be noticed by someone thinking about it is some kind of archaic rune design.

Feral has posed:
Vanya leans back and looks down at Selene's pleated skirt as she continues to follow, studying it with a raised eyebrow before looking back at the woman herself. "<If you wear something shorter than that it may as well be underwear,>" she cracks with a chuckle of her own, even as the brawler's own legs are well-glimpsed through the many holes in her own outfit.
"<They move differently when they're fake,>" she asides to explain her observation while cupping her chest. "<And I don't understand this capitalist desire to have more in the way. Natural is fine; I have not heard a man complain yet... or a woman,>" Vanya adds with a furtive glance around, as if expecting a stalker. "<This country has lesbians. They never warned us of *that* in school...>"

Black Queen has posed:
Letting out a hmm as the idea of just wearing underwear she just slightly shakes her head, "" She indicates as she's walking with you and then there's the conversation about breasts again. Selene nods her head a little and then seems to think about it, "<Well, there are some rather attractive women with unnatural breasts. You know, those implants and such. I do not mind them. They bounce in such a playful way... and yes, there are lesbians. Though that is old news, they've been around and cherished for a long time. That said, in Babylon there was no distinction, just men and women, women and women, men and men, demons and both. It was really just a free for all.>" And she then ah hahs and walks toward a door that you two must have walked past at least a dozen times. Maybe exactly 13. And she opens it, a stairwell is immediately on the other side and headed down, "<To your hell-hound?>"

Feral has posed:
 "<How perverse,>" Vanya quips of Babylon, having it seems no similar issue with Selene's wardrobe. As they stop before the door, the werewoman's brow furrows before shaking her head. "<Magic,>" she chuckles, not even trying for an explanation.
 Looking down at the stairwell, the brawler rolls her shoulders loose then takes the first step downwards. "<Only if I get a warmup first. I'm still a little full of food, hahaha...>"
 Now in the lead, Vanya dips her chin and lets her glasses slide just beneath her eyes, exposing irises the color of molten bronze as her bare feet pad from step to step. Something like a low, animalistic growl echoes faintly off the walls as a deep breath fills the bestial Russian's lungs. "<So what do I get for letting you watch?>" she asks in a lower voice.

Black Queen has posed:
"<Perverse?>" There's a pause in Selene's words as she contemplates it and then adds, "<Well, yes, actually. It was a wonderful place, really. Not too many hang ups. Drugs ran free, blood ran free, violence and love every step of the way. Well, lust usually, and parties. You can not even begin to imagine.>" Letting Vanya go first, Selene offers, "<You got the watch. And I am bringing you to food, I believe that is a fair trade. Do you not think that is fair? If not, make an offer. Those of my lineage greatly enjoy deal-making.>" She doesn't miss a step as she's going down, "<Keep in mind, the stairs go on for a while, though that should be expected.>" And certainly they will, a deep descent, and after a few hundred or so steps the walls that surrounded the stairwell no longer are present. Looking up would only show, from this perspective, a floating building's base.

From this view there is an open cavern and here and there off in the immense distance there seems to be puffs of fire about. Selene seems unconcerned and continues to walk behind you, "<Do not worry, we are not in hell. It looks like it to the untrained eye, it is really just a place of in-between, where many of the weaker creatures can be summoned from.>"

Feral has posed:
Vanya slips her glasses off completely and hooks them on the collar of her shirt, giving her inhuman eyes a chance to gaze unimpeded. "<Pretty,>" she appraises. "<It's only fair I work my way up...>" The woman beast looks back over her shoulder, casting Selene within her more-than-human sight, and in the dimmer stairwell and distant flickering firelight, the mark across her face seems to run a redder tint, like the dark tone of old ichor.
"" A whimsical smirk plays on the predator's lips as she muses, ""

Black Queen has posed:
With a little quip and a bit of a sigh, Selene mentions, "<No. I am no banshee. They have a scream that frightens men to death. I do not stab people anywhere, not unless I am having a bit of fun.>" She indicates before adding, "<I would not need to go to such great lengths to kill you, Little Bear. I instead brought you here so that I could see what it is that you do. Who you are, what you are, and there is no better way to test the merits of an animal than a good hunt. Would you not agree?>" Perhaps more out of place here than you, Selene the human looking normal raven haired woman. Nothing on her glows, nothing on her seems to even light up. Though in this deep darkness with shadowy trees beginning to come into view as the two get lower, and the spurts of flames become harder to see as the shadow-trees block their view, Selene does not miss a step. Whether from the vision her eyes are giving her or another sense, she seems to know where she is going and is surefooted despite the ridiculousness of high heeled boots.

Feral has posed:
"" Vanya chuckles easily as she turns back ahead and her eyes shift subtly, taking a form better suited to the growing darkness. The golden tone bleeds away to reveal an orange core as her pupils dilate widely and her toes begin to squeeze against the ground for a better purchase, in case of a misstep.
"<That is the best way... I like good food,>" she notes, "" Vanya chuckles again as she adds, "<Good company goes without saying. I think you could help me with some of that, no? With all your money, maybe we take a nice little spa trip to sooth all the injuries I'm about to get? Bring an interesting friend if you have one?>"

Black Queen has posed:
Looking around, Selene hrms, and says, "<If you still want that warm up, there is something coming. That direction.>" She points off a little to your right and starts walking that way, "" As you two keep going she listens to your request, "<Yes, I have money. What kind of good company does the Little Bear prefer? I know many people. You really wish for a 'spa' day?>" She laughs a bit and it brings the attention of the creature nearby to more alert. Raising its head an ostrich like creature comes charging into view. It's large, and has human sized feet with talons that rip up the ground as it moves forward, and a beak that looks like razors were shattered all over it. It makes a loud screaming squawk as it charges forward. No fire for this one, but still dangerous and big.

Feral has posed:
 "<Call me a bad citizen but all the Yankee luxuries are addictive,>" Vanya admits freely. "<I've learned to enjoy some pleasures and a hot bath and good massage is f***ing /great/ after a big fight.>"
 "<Anyone who's more excited than frightened to see what I'm about to do,>" she adds as her head turns towards the nearby creature before it steps into the light and her legs drop her comfortably into a light but ready crouch. The werewoman's nails begin to stretch and sharpen into true claws as she smiles toothily then lets out a barking laugh. "<A ****ing demon ostrich? Bird you are /hilarious/! I'm not even sure how I should kill you...>"

 Vanya takes a deep breath and tilts her head back, then as the bird continues to approach, lets out a sharp, guttural roar from the pit of her stomach, the equal of any brown bear alive.

Black Queen has posed:
<"Very well. You shall have a spa day!"> Selene lets out in your direction, she merely steps to the side and lets you be the target of the demon-ostrich. She folds her arms under her chest and just looks amused. "<You kill this thing and then I will bring you to a hell-hound. Just be quick about it.>"

That is probably easy for you to do, but this demon-ostrich is the size of an elephant and faster than it's normal self. It's charging straight at Vanya, dipping it's head low to the ground and getting it's neck bent upwards so that it can strike out in any direction Vanya wants to go with the sharp durable end of it's beak. And naturally, it is also willing to just trample anything in front of it.

Feral has posed:
"<Oh! And a werewolf! Bring a hot werewolf! The last one I met tucks his tail everytime he sees me!>" Vanya shouts back as she drops lower in her crouch. An ear-splitting smile spreads backwards across the predator's face as she falls into the monstrous creature's shadow and her butt wiggles in an oddly catlike fashion just before she leaps from the ground; the direction she's going? Straight ahead.
Charging in with a sudden burst of speed, the feral Russian aims an outstretched foot for the monster bird's feathered breast, not as a kick, but as a stepping stone to reach its towering neck. And the whole time she's moving, her eyes stay locked on the ostrich's razor beak.

Black Queen has posed:
"<Ah, now, yes, I understand. Maybe I know someone.>" She calls out, and shakes her head a little, "<Just in the future do realize, I am not a dating service.>" There's a bit of a shake of her head, now where is she going to find a werewolf that's into other were-creatures. She wracks her brain for the moment, many of the were creatures she knew are now dead.

The ostrich, meanwhile is not distracted by any attempts at dating. It will strike out with surprising speed in the direction of Vanya even as it jumps onto it's body. Birds don't care, it just turns its head further in your direction even as you get onto its form and strikes out, these are a bit slower instinctually only because it doesn't want to pierce into its own flesh.

Feral has posed:
Vanya's arms are already half-raised when the beak darts forward and a sharp twist of forearms and torso nudge it just wide of striking, though not without allowing its serrated edges to tear at her side on the way back. Sporting a new hole in her wardrobe, Vanya digs her feet into the ostrich's plumage for traction and ducks then weaves as more pecks rain down at her. The loose edges of her faded red pants flap sharply this way and that until suddenly the werewoman dives forward while slipping aside and wraps her arm around the demon's neck just behind its head.
Swinging fluidly onto her new mount, the wild Russian wraps arms and legs around the creature's long, sinewy neck, checks her grip, and flashes Selene a smirk before twisting violently to the side.

Black Queen has posed:
The ostrich demon is making all sorts of complaint based sounds, squawking in its hellish voice as it attempts to attack the fast little predator. And eventually it gets her, but then it doesn't matter to get her very well, or very hard. It keeps at it though trying until Vanya ends up on top of it, with that the bird is about to stop and try and fling Vanya off of it but instead she twists with the creature hard to the side. The bird's head turns with the sharp motion suddenly and it drops immediately to the ground, sliding to a stop some many meters away with it's momentum leaving a large track behind it. The bird demon now just stays there, dead weight. <"Bravo. Though I hope you are good at avoiding fire as well?"> She questions as she walks closer, actually giving a bit of a golf clap to Vanya's success.

Feral has posed:
Vanya rides the creature to the ground and once it comes to a stop, she stands back up and brushes off her slightly more ragged outfit, smirking in satisfaction while looking down at the dead beast. "<Fire will be harder,>" she admits, wiping a little blood from her side. The wound itself is smaller than the hole around it and thankfully shallow.
Sweeping her eyes up and down the monstrous ostrich, the old Russian licks her lips. "<**** I want to make a meal of this one first but then I'll have to wait for my food to go down...>" Her attention lifts back up to Selene. "<You wouldn't have any spells to pack this in a take-out box, would you? I feel like something here would be stupid enough to eat it before me if I leave it alone too long.>"

Black Queen has posed:
You ask her about the take-out box and Selene just squints a bit before she goes, "<Oh, to take it with you?>" She looks around a bit and then mentions, "" And she starts walking toward the ostrich before she says a few quick words, and the Ostrich gets back up and seems to be a bit animated, and then it starts to crush itself inward, pulling together like something in the middle of it is sucking itself into a smaller piece, something like a black hole in space. It looks a little like something out of a Lovecraft novel, as it contorts and cracks itself into smaller and smaller folds before finally is just a cube of meat and bones. It is only a few inches by a few inches but it weighs a great deal still.

Feral has posed:
Vanya watches, mesmerized by the effects of the incantation, and can't keep herself from laughing as the ostrich packs itself up like demonic origami. "" she chimes, licking her lips again with a tongue that can no longer be called human in size.
Walking over and crouching to take her carry-out meal, the werewoman grunts in surprise as she lifts the cube but with difficulty. "<Fathers! I thought you banished it to some other dimension. This bird is heavy!>"

Black Queen has posed:
"<Well, it is cheaper, energy wise, to just break some laws than all laws of physics.>" Selene mentions as she starts walking away from the cube and gives no indication at all that she's going to be fixing this problem of yours. "<And here I thought you were strong? Though you'll probably want to set it down when you fight the Hell Hound. It may be difficult to walk around and fight with that like that.>" Idly she looks about and then says, "<Probably one this way, though they are likely going to be in a pack. Small generally, two or three, but still. If you can find one alone though, likely the best situation.>" As if you didn't already know that fighting 1 hell hound was better than fighting 3 of them.

Feral has posed:
With effort, the werewoman hefts her bird cube up against her shoulder like a shot put. "<Bah, maybe I'll throw it at him - give him a nice surprise right between the eyes.>" Vanya smirks at the mention of a pack as her thoughts drift away from the present again. "<That's a lot of hell hound for just me...>" she muses with an eagerness threading through her voice.
Pausing in her walk, the feral Russian looks to Selene with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "<Or instead of walking to one, he can come to us,>" she suggests.

Black Queen has posed:
When you pick up the cube and hold the small thing on your shoulder, the heft is definitely there. After all the creature was the size of an elephant. And now she's walking behind you again, wandering through these dark shadow woods without a concern. She's been here before, and as you called her Dark Eyes, it's probably not that scary of a place. "<Setting a trap?>" She looks at you, the mischevious glint in your eyes, "<What are you planning?>"

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