February 25, 2021, 01:37 PM
Vein’s gaze was upon the grandmaster and he opened his maw to respond but his gaze fell upon movement from behind them. His jaws closed and he stiffened slightly; but completely relaxed as his eyes fell upon the vision before him, Catching every movement almost becoming jealous of the brush that touched her so easily. The large brutes expression softening with a warm smile which only grew as she came closer to him. He warmed with joy and could not help the subtle sway of his tail that matched her own.
He opened his maw to assure her he was fine and that the wounds were not so deep as to need attention, that and perhaps the gods might enjoy using his blood to continue to sanctify this space. But no words came forth only a small encouraging groan, as her tongue caressed his chin, His maw closed ever so slowly and then his eyes. His head lowered slowly and his chin tilted to allow her better access to him. She could have what even part of him she wanted, he felt himself wrapping around her little toe as he remained still, until she was satisfied with her ministrations. His heavy lidded eyes opening slowly as her voice touched his ears, he drew in a breath and pulled himself and cleared his throat as he looked upon the grandmaster whom he had almost forgotten was even there.
He chuckled softly enjoying the enthusiasm of his leader. He was going to like it here if the wolves were so accepting but still worried after Aerin would she think less of him? He realized though, then and there, he would not and could not change, he fervently hoped she’d be as inquisitive about the gods and she was about tea’s or healing methods. Would she become his acolyte? Suddenly the thought of her painted in blood and helping to paint him surged forward into his minds eye, He clamped down on his fantasy before his body began to react or his scent change to something else more masculine.
His voice was a rich rumble as he delved further into the ritual, loosing himself into the words as any good sycophant might “In this ritual, we are showing the gods our devotion to their cause, and to worshipping them in ways to further build their powers, In showing them that should they provide good hunting for us, we will provide good offerings for them,
It is a desirable relationship on both ends as when they win so do we. Our strength becomes their strength as their strength makes us unstoppable.”
Vein sighed almost feverishly “The gods desire blood; as blood is life and in it's sacrifice is the way to show them true devotion.” He was loathe to further explain the offering as his gaze fell to Aerin but he looked to his grandmaster again and he had asked so Vein had no choice but to elaborate
“On springs solstice when the veil between us and gods is the thinnest so that they make drink in our efforts to appease them most readily.
The gods most sacred offering as shown to me by them is to take an young animal, the stronger then better and hold it upon the alter, Each wolf would then need to approach the alter and also bleed, just a bit, into an elder elk skull prepared ahead of time to be able to contain the riches of the gods,
As they bleed into the prepared vessel they would be painted with the blood of the sacrifice upon their face and any where else the wolf giving their offering desires, as long as their blood is flowing into the vessel they can received the blood of the sacrifice. Once all have given and received, the wolves will drink a strong prepared brew, then sacrifice is placed below the alter and all must help the swiftly open it’s body the heart must be removed reverently and placed while it still beats into the gods vessel and then the gods may drink!
As they drink so do we and then we feast, but not a scrap must be left, The sacrificed body must be eaten in entirety, and only then if there is not enough to feed all, may more plenty be brought in. Wolves must eat and drink and sing to the gods. They must ‘celebrate’ in all the gods names, Until the sun rises and bathes the earth in the gods glory.” Vein grinned to Kynareth and winked, attempting to convey the debauchery and good spirits that the gods expected of their celebrations. Then he clarified, “The drink helps wolves let loose, for the gods want a true celebration in their honor.”
He made his expression neutral as she glanced at Aerin hoping to read more from her, he was unsure what she'd think of him now, and for the first time in his life he might actually care what a wolf thought of him
He opened his maw to assure her he was fine and that the wounds were not so deep as to need attention, that and perhaps the gods might enjoy using his blood to continue to sanctify this space. But no words came forth only a small encouraging groan, as her tongue caressed his chin, His maw closed ever so slowly and then his eyes. His head lowered slowly and his chin tilted to allow her better access to him. She could have what even part of him she wanted, he felt himself wrapping around her little toe as he remained still, until she was satisfied with her ministrations. His heavy lidded eyes opening slowly as her voice touched his ears, he drew in a breath and pulled himself and cleared his throat as he looked upon the grandmaster whom he had almost forgotten was even there.
He chuckled softly enjoying the enthusiasm of his leader. He was going to like it here if the wolves were so accepting but still worried after Aerin would she think less of him? He realized though, then and there, he would not and could not change, he fervently hoped she’d be as inquisitive about the gods and she was about tea’s or healing methods. Would she become his acolyte? Suddenly the thought of her painted in blood and helping to paint him surged forward into his minds eye, He clamped down on his fantasy before his body began to react or his scent change to something else more masculine.
His voice was a rich rumble as he delved further into the ritual, loosing himself into the words as any good sycophant might “In this ritual, we are showing the gods our devotion to their cause, and to worshipping them in ways to further build their powers, In showing them that should they provide good hunting for us, we will provide good offerings for them,
It is a desirable relationship on both ends as when they win so do we. Our strength becomes their strength as their strength makes us unstoppable.”
Vein sighed almost feverishly “The gods desire blood; as blood is life and in it's sacrifice is the way to show them true devotion.” He was loathe to further explain the offering as his gaze fell to Aerin but he looked to his grandmaster again and he had asked so Vein had no choice but to elaborate
“On springs solstice when the veil between us and gods is the thinnest so that they make drink in our efforts to appease them most readily.
The gods most sacred offering as shown to me by them is to take an young animal, the stronger then better and hold it upon the alter, Each wolf would then need to approach the alter and also bleed, just a bit, into an elder elk skull prepared ahead of time to be able to contain the riches of the gods,
As they bleed into the prepared vessel they would be painted with the blood of the sacrifice upon their face and any where else the wolf giving their offering desires, as long as their blood is flowing into the vessel they can received the blood of the sacrifice. Once all have given and received, the wolves will drink a strong prepared brew, then sacrifice is placed below the alter and all must help the swiftly open it’s body the heart must be removed reverently and placed while it still beats into the gods vessel and then the gods may drink!
As they drink so do we and then we feast, but not a scrap must be left, The sacrificed body must be eaten in entirety, and only then if there is not enough to feed all, may more plenty be brought in. Wolves must eat and drink and sing to the gods. They must ‘celebrate’ in all the gods names, Until the sun rises and bathes the earth in the gods glory.” Vein grinned to Kynareth and winked, attempting to convey the debauchery and good spirits that the gods expected of their celebrations. Then he clarified, “The drink helps wolves let loose, for the gods want a true celebration in their honor.”
He made his expression neutral as she glanced at Aerin hoping to read more from her, he was unsure what she'd think of him now, and for the first time in his life he might actually care what a wolf thought of him
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Boys are like trees, they take 50 years to grow up - by Vein - February 08, 2021, 09:15 PM
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RE: Boys are like trees, they take 50 years to grow up - by Kynareth Deagon - February 14, 2021, 12:49 AM
RE: Boys are like trees, they take 50 years to grow up - by Vein - February 16, 2021, 10:42 PM
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RE: Boys are like trees, they take 50 years to grow up - by Kynareth Deagon - February 17, 2021, 08:24 PM
RE: Boys are like trees, they take 50 years to grow up - by Vein - February 25, 2021, 01:37 PM
RE: Boys are like trees, they take 50 years to grow up - by Necahual - February 26, 2021, 01:10 AM