Wolf RPG

Ash Paw had been given her task, and so with nimble paws and wide blue eyes, she left the area. She need to find four flowers. 

One for Sithis, One for Night mother, one for Atka, one for sos. She also thought about briefly finding one for Mars or Ares.

With this in mind, she traveled near the nearest thicket. In search of a black pansy. This she would use for The altar of Sithis.

She carried it back with her with gentle kindness. Pansies are able to treat a variety of health benefits. It is beautiful to look upon, but also dark and mysterious. She touched it gently with her nose.

Wrapped in leaves and far away from paws and mouth. Making sure to wash and rinse. She lay the Wolfsbane upon the altar for the night mother. Beautiful but deadly.

She studied it. It as how @Ingram dreadfather often talked of his night mother, his listener. Though it could be used for healthy things too, but also poisons.

Upon her altar of Sos, she placed Belladonna, poisonous and beautiful. and upon the place of Atka she placed a lilly, rebirth, beauty, grace.

Then she tipped her head back and called for the dreadfather.

ash paw's call rises for him; a twitch of his ears telling him that she was in or very close to the sacred hollow where the altars to their gods were placed.

his steps divert from his patrol; steps purposeful as his legs carry him to the sacred hollow. he shrugs into the internal territory, seaglass gaze finding ash paw first with a soft chuff to announce his presence — if his footfalls had not already given him away.

pause is given before the dreadfather settles upon his haunches, seaglass gaze cutting then to the four altars and the flowers that decorated them; a subtle gesture of his muzzle given in encouragement to explain her choices to him.

Brown and White plume waves behind her. Small smile favors upon the shadows and mist wolf in front of her. She pointed out the night mother first. 

She pointed but didn't touch. Wolfsbane. For night mother. Wolfsbane is beauitful but doeadly. However, if you know the healing properties and how much to offer it can also be healing and bring life to dead limbs or heal stomach ailments, but only in small doses. And if you are not careful with it, you die.

Ash Paw moved around and pointed out the black pansies. For Sithis. Beautiful to look upon, but mysterious. Hoever, iff you get past the looks and the mystery. Also useful. Specifically for ailments of mind, body, soul.

A lily for Atka as it symbolizes everything she is rebirth, light, love, plants. It heals wounds on the flesh. Not much is known of it.

She pointed out teh belladonna and stayed away from it. Poisonous, and beautiful for Sos. He embodies death, decay, fear.

wolfsbane. a fitting flower for the nightmother, he thinks, giving a small but sage nod of approval; though he might've switched the pansies and the wolfsbane. it was sithis — him — that was the truly deadly one. nevertheless, he had told her to go off of her perceptions and given that she only knew what information he'd thus far shared with her: she did well.

ingram was, for whatever it meant, impressed.

his gaze follows to each flower presented then for her bear gods: lily and belladona.

for a long moment, ingram is quiet. contemplative. he moves towards the altars, exploring each closer. a soft itch for this threadbones grasps him, but he shakes it off. not here. not now.

his assessment is slow and when he turns to face her, there is a ghost of a smile — something akin to it — upon his scarred lips. a druid no longer, you are now a mage. it was the most fitting rank for her skill set; aligning with what she sought as trade(s).

Ash had thought of switching the two, but she didn't know much of the god Sithis as much as the mortal flesh that he claimed he had in INgram, and it was not her place to say anything against it. So she had done the best given her knowledge of both.

Ash Paw's tail wagged behind her and she dipped her head. Thank you. Mage then. She smiled and stared at the flowers and motioned towards them. 

I kept some to plant, but I have to find two separate plots for the healers and the poisons. Unless you would rather I didn't gather poisons. Though I could argue that even some poisons, can help healing, in a sense to purge other toxins....if not to kill silently. Or for dreamwalking. I also have mushrooms for berserkers i found in blackfeather.

remember that the mage rank is a stepping stone, you do not have to be content with it. ingram reminds her, looking from her to the altars again, knowing that if he wishes to keep climbing up, he will have to increase the challenge. climbing to the next tier will not be easy, if that is what you desire. but from what he's seen in the wolves that call basilica home: they are an ambitious bunch.

it might pose a problem for the nightking at some point but for now, he keeps a keen eye on them and the threadbones.

a bridge to be crossed when he comes to it.

the concern would be for cubs but pelaguis is old enough to know. at any rate, mark them in some manner so those who are not as well versed in flora do not mix them up with healing flora. perhaps a few squirrel or rabbit skulls placed around the poison garden might help to bring home the point. is the only advice that ingram has to offer; because he was not against her keeping harvesting poisons.

Ash paw gave him a sharp smile. I know.

She was aware that it was not her last rank, and she would move up. She had designs on it. Though she would move up at her own pace and into the trades she desired. There was not a sense of her to be a leader perhaps. A high seer or a high healer/medic something along those lines. It was something she would need to think on.

I am intent for now to grow my trades and my expertise. And shall i drive to the higher tiers I would want it to be for something I am good at and like. 

She nodded. Yes I know especially given the proud and ambitious bunch we have procured. She thought of the two males she had met. Both whom seemed to want higher.

Ash Paw frowned in thought. Cubs that is a question for spring I suppose. Do you plan to find you nightwife and raise another brood?

She nodded sagely. I can do that. Also perhaps brambles along the sides I will ask Syrax and Death Bringer to help me find some.

She thought of both males, both who seemed to bend to her whims if she pressed. If she were not careful, it could go to her head.

that is expected. replies ingram, to her speak of committing to her trade. honing her skills was necessary, and proving herself an invaluable asset to basilica would only help. mage was an entry level rank, despite being higher than 'druid'. it was only a taste of what was to come, of ingram's expectations.

a pang resounds in his chest as she asks so brazenly of his nightwife and it takes all of his restraint not to snap at her. how she speaks of her! without even knowing her —

he bites down on his tongue. he has spoken of trikova fondly, during the tenure of his and ash paw's ...friendship; and he tells himself her question was not illogical. nor unfair.

i have a duty to basilica. i cannot so freely travel in search of her. either the voidwraiths would guide his way to her in dreams, or his nightwife would find her way to him. or she wouldn't. she is my true wife, the object of all of my desires and the soulsong to my own soulsong, low rumbled words cut off them, salmon pink tongue drawing across his scarred lips. and while i desire nothing more in this or any other world than to have cubs with her, their conception and raising does not require such tethers.

Ash wanted nothing more than to be good at her trade. That she felt had found her, not that she had sought it out. She had rebelled against it for years, truthfully. Refusing to tend to the injured unless she must and here she was. Doing exactly as she had not planned. 

She had meant nothing by her words. She had meant them kindly. She would help him find her if she knew what to look like. She tilted her head though, he seemed thoughtful at her words. 

I ask because you speak so lovely of her, and well it would be nice to know if I would need herbs for an expectant mother.

Truly it was not jest. I hope you find her or she finds you.

His last words made no sense, and she tilted a head, but gave a nod. I will search for the herbs anyway. Just in case.

She should probably also find some to suppress her own season, given that she was not alone anymore, and in a pack of mostly males, that were much larger than she. She shivered once, slightly. Though. She quickly stopped a half forming thought and moved on as swiftly as her brain would allow.

to explain his complicated relationship with the listener would be impossible: as far as ingram cares to see it, it could not ( and probably doesn't ) make sense to anyone other than them. it is an obsession, a dark love that spans across worlds, across centuries, across realms; a soultether but not one he will drop everything to seek. she will find his way to him, or he to her, in their own time. there was no need to relentlessly seek.

it was a strange dynamic, at least when considered next to what might be considered a 'normal' mateship but ingram does not care.

time will tell. is all he offers, a bit vaguely, as if he were reading his threadbones as opposed to standing directly before ash paw. yet, it was the only answer he has to give all the same.

a breath is taken, a twitch of his ear follows.

you've done good, ash paw. he rumbles his approval. i expect you to keep it up and prepare yourself for your next challenge, when you are ready to continue your rank ascension. ingram's salmon pink tongue drawls across his scarred muzzle. if you need me, i shall be on the borders. when the sun has almost entirely fallen beneath the earth i will be reading my threadbones and unavaliable for a time.

with this, he departs from the altars, exiting from the shadows in which he had shrugged through to meet her.