The Call of the Aye-Aye Mouse (Solo)

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The Call of the Aye-Aye Mouse (Solo)

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Qit'ria opened her eyes, finding herself standing upon the surface of Rharne's lake. Caza was being babysat by Hork's mate. The woman adored Caza and was more than willing to take care of her while Qit undertook her spiritual mission. She'd told them everything. And they urged her to focus on taking care of herself during the days, and when able, leave the evenings for her family.

So, here she was, at her largest anchor, ready to do what she did best. She needed to hunt down her totem spirits. She took a moment to sit there on the still water, sitting within the Beneath, so as to not be bothered by living people during her hunt. She closed her eyes, taking in the feel of the water beneath her. She focused on her breathing, despite not actually needing to breathe. It calmed her. She put her brother, his mate, out of her mind. She put her child out of her mind. She put Faith, Oonah, the Order of Adunih, out of her mind. She needed to be free of distractions. She needed to become the one thing she was always destined to be.

The Huntress.

As she quieted her mind, shutting out memories as they tried to fill the silence, a glowing figure from the distance began floating toward her. It bounced and bobbed coming ever closer, Qit not noticing it as she meditated. She put her heartbreak over her father, she put her death, she continued putting everything aside. The final thing she put out of her mind was the fear of her spark, the monster within her that had caused so much pain and change in her life. The catalyst of her own destruction. Once that was shut out, everything was quiet.

And the Huntress opened her eyes.

Before her was a single, golden glowing firefly. The same one that had guided her around this lake when she received her spiritual mission. She knew it to be a friend, deep within her soul, she knew it. The Huntress opened her eyes, smiling at her friend. It was time to hunt. She stood up, taking a deep breath of the air from the lake, able to actually smell it for it was her anchor. It flowed through her, making her feel truly alive.

The Huntress let loose an ear spitting feral roar, a cacophony of every animal she had once been. The roar released everything within her that she was not, sent it out into the world, to no longer be a part of her. She unleashed her pain, she unleashed her fury and rage, she unleashed her fear, her worry, her suffering. She set it all free. The Huntress accepted only that which she was. She only let those things remain. These things ripped apart her form, rending away her Ectoplasm to shreds.

To her left, the Mother, belly large, child in her arms, protective fury in her eyes, slashed at the Huntress with the claws of a bear. To her right, the Sister, with a short black haired woman with crimson eyes and a Tunawa woman, attacked her in unison, cutting at her with weapons of magic, divinity, and love. Behind her, the Healer, draped in a cloak pure as driven snow, also accompanied by the black haired, crimson eyed woman and the Tunawa woman, as well as an older man, all of whom laid hands upon her, stitching her essence back together just as fast as it was rended away.

The three opposing forces clashed heavily, churning the waters of the lake around the Huntress with pure, unabated power. The golden, glowing firefly still buzzed around in front of her, forcing the Huntress to maintain her focus, her mission, her drive. The world flashed white around the Huntress, and for a moment, she was blinded.

When her sight returned, the Mother, the Sister, and the Healer, were walking toward her. They all touched her, as those that had helped, stood around, looking on, smiling. The three pushed into the Huntress, disappearing within, and the world went dark.

She didn't know how long she was blacked out, but eventually, Qit'ria came to, laying upon the surface of the lake in a heap. She shook off the dizziness, the weakness she felt. She looked up from her heap, seeing the golden firefly there, beckoning her forward. She smiled, and nodded. And as she took her first step after it, the Huntress took over, while the Mother, the Sister, and the Healer, all looked on from within, smiling.



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The Huntress sniffed at the air of the lake, drawing the emotional power of their shared connection. She could feel the bottomless nature of the lake's spirit. It was overwhelming. That was good. She needed to be overwhelming too. The firefly bristled with pleasure at this display of power. She looked at it, staring close, then she looked through the aura of its glow, to the bank on the far side of the lake. She could feel eyes watching her from that direction.

The hairs all over her body stood on end, and a charge ran through her body. A thrill. That charge passed into the world, reaching the being that was watching her. It startled, and the thing ran. The Huntress' fangs appeared in a devilish grin, and the waters of the lake splashed as she began running across its surface, at full sprint. Her body bumped, her muscles, though spectral, showed their taut strength, propelling her at a pace she could only dream of holding in life. She did not tire, she did not feel muscle pain.

Once she reached the shore of the lake, she could feel the grass of the colorless world of the Beneath under her feet. And it felt alive. And there, in the grass, were small foot prints leading away. These footprints, they looked familiar, felt familiar. She stopped, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she studied them. She'd seen these prints before. She'd made them before. In another life. Another shape. The memory was there, but the Huntress didn't have access to those memories. But she knew how it made her feel.

She felt deep within her, and summoned the tiniest scrap of feeling. The feeling... of... victory and triumph. She unleashed that feeling, and from her mouth escaped a high pitched squeak. This was followed by several more squeaks. In the distance, a squeak answered. The same one. And she understood it.

Chase me, Huntress.

She broke into a snarling smile, and sprinted in the direction of the sound, keeping her eyes on the tracks in the ghostly realm. The tracks were growing fresher and fresh as she chased, fast as the winds. Soon, she could see the grass beginning to spring back as the weight from the creature was lifted off of them. She was almost there. Then she saw it. A long, naked tail, bouncing over the tracks before her.

She looked up ahead and saw the strangest of creatures. Grey, patchy fur, naked hands and feet and tail, large round ears. Some form of rat. She squeaked as she closed in on it. She reached down for the tail, when she heard the squeak of victory, though this time it came from her quarry. Her eyes cast forward, and she saw color. In the Beneath. That was strange... Color didn't belong here.

As the pair closed in on it, she saw it was a hole in the air. The shapes and lines matched up, but the colors did not. The rodent continued to squeak victoriously, and sped up. It leapt in the air toward the hole, and the Huntress leapt toward it as well. It was only as she approached it with an outstretched hand that she realized that the hole was too small for herself.

The Huntress tried to make herself as small as she could as she flew into the Vergeance. The ectoplasm that could not fit through was sheared away. The Huntress' mind went blank with pain as her very essence was burned off, ripped off, cut off, torn off. She gasped in agony as she felt what was left of her crash into the green grass under the blue sky, small curls of ectoplasm floated off of her like smoke. Through heavy eyelids, she looked forward, jaw clenched tightly, to see the giant eyes of her quarry.

Chase me, Huntress.

The Huntress looked down her own body, seeing so much of it gone. Shoulders, breasts, feet, hips shaved away by the too small hole between planes of existence. The Huntress cast her gaze back forward, finding herself staring into the eyes of the creature. She focused on that gaze, on that strange, strange rodent, as her remaining ectoplasm formed itself slowly into that shape. She was in agony as she twisted and pinched her essence like a baker might with dough, but she seemed to remember feeling a greater pain than this. The same transformation, but a much higher pain, just on the tip of her tongue.

She was in the real world now, and so, as she made herself small, to match this adversary, she made herself hard. She focused on the hardest substance she knew well. Bone. She didn't know how she knew it, but she knew bone intimately well. It was strong, powerful, more reliable and desirable to steel and iron. Bone was true strength. It created life and destroyed it. No metal could say the same. And so, the Huntress became solid, became small.

The Huntress became the Aye-Aye Mouse.

To be continued...
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Re: The Call of the Aye-Aye Mouse (Solo)

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Knowledge:
Meditation: Putting painful memories out of mind
Meditation: Putting happy memories out of mind
Meditation: Focus in a place of extreme importance
Materialization: Jumping through a too small vergence strips ectoplasm
Materialization: Adjusting shape to match remaining ectoplasm
Materialization: Solidifying while in a smaller form to be more efficient

Loot: Transitioned from an Echo into a Phantom, splitting her psyche into 4 distinct selves, only one of which can be present at any given time. The four selves are the Mother, the Sister, the Healer, and the Huntress.
Wealth: -
Injuries: Depletion of ectoplasm.
Renown: -
Magic XP: -

Points: 10
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Comments: This is the first Ghost thread that I’ve read, I think, and I have to admit, I was impressed.

The part where she transitioned into a Phantom and split her psyche was quite well-written.

I look forward to reading more Ghost threads from you!

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