Lummi



A Story of Lummi:

Lummi looks to Ghede, his limbs curled into impossible shapes. She knows he has gone to a place where she cannot follow.

With a rough circle of guidance surrounding her in a place of the unnatural she focuses on her own scent, of Ghede's scent, of the only natural things in this existence. It brings her peace, her mind too can leave this place.

"Young Lummi, why are you crying?" Lummi is looking down into her large hands, nestled there is the body of a wolf cub.

There is a low, rumbling; a familiar sound. A taller Ts'emekwes is crouched in front of Lummi.

His fur is painted in intricate patterns. Bones, feathers and claws are weaved into his matted white hair.

"It happens, young Lummi," his eyes are kind. "The best we can do is respect her body so that her spirit will forgive us.

Remember, that one day you may need to hunt alone, you cannot be afraid. The North is cruel.

As we take, we will give, and creatures of the North will take in turn."

Lummi brings the wolf cub closer to herself.

"You should leave an offering," he says quietly. His hand comes out from beneath his folds of fur and he points

at the cub, first to its stomach, then to its heart and lastly its head.

"I understand," says Lummi.

There is the smell of blood.



There is the smell of burning flesh.

<p style="margin-top:6px;margin-bottom:6px;">Small dark figures run through the endless red light. They leap and dance amongst the flame, relishing in the disaster, breathing fire as they come. Huts burn, trees burn, fur burns.

<p style="margin-top:6px;margin-bottom:6px;">Lummi's people run, they yell. They fall, overcome.

<p style="margin-top:6px;margin-bottom:6px;">Lummi shields her face from the heat, but the fire leaps from the ground to her out stretched hand, to her fur. Now Lummi's screams are joining with everyone else’s.

<p style="margin-top:6px;margin-bottom:6px;"> "Lummi, why are you crying?"

<p style="margin-top:6px;margin-bottom:6px;">"My people have gone," Lummi calls out; a haunting, mournful tone.

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<p style="margin-top:6px;margin-bottom:6px;">While her mind is absent, a spirit takes hold of her body and uses it for its own gain.

<p style="margin-top:6px;margin-bottom:6px;">Its eyes blink solid white. Lummi's face holds no emotion.

<p style="margin-top:6px;margin-bottom:6px;">Sprouting from Lummi's skull are the antlers of a deer; a gruesome, bloodied incarnation of the animals of the forest.

<p style="margin-top:6px;margin-bottom:6px;">Awaken the Jinkwes'neki.