Hideaway Strath [M] Offerings of Blood, Sweat and Tears

With Dergs permission I’m power playing him this round, No posting order just post when you can. Females do not need to drink the booze

Dawn broke the horizon, the sun instantly warming the backs of the gather wolves.

The H-meno’ob moved quickly, he did not like seeing the distress on the face of his beloved, but they gods now keenly aware of this ritual once it started and would not accept failure, They wanted their servants devoted and strong. He knew his wife to be tough and she’d not fail him he was prouder on her in this moment then he had even been of any other wolf.

Quickly he flicked the claw across the Fawn’s tendon allowing far more blood to fall from it then he’d need from any of the wolves, the red life’s fluid dripping into the pristine elk skull that contained only his blood so far. With a steady pat pat pat the blood dipped like a drum beat.

He wasted no more time and used the claw just above Nyra’s dew claw in a quick practised motion, he did not need much blood from each wolf. A few drops and he nodded for them to step back. He followed with the same motion of claw against Derg’s proffered leg, Then Aerin’s into both the elk skull of blood and the wolf skull of alcohol.



Then the shaman began a chant a low rhythmic rumble in a language none of the other’s knew, one that he realized he would need teach Aerin and any of their children. These words asked for the gods praise and glory to be bestowed upon their warriors and servants.

Vein touched his muzzle into the fawn still dripping blood noting how weak it was getting, but his movements were still measured and practised, he moved in time with the rhythm of his chant almost a dance of sorts with no movement of his body wasted.

The Shaman moved up to each wolf present and in turn attempted to paint the fawns blood across each wolf, both Nyra and Derg only if they allowed he’d smear the blood over their face like war paint. If they stepped away he’d moved on continuing his chant.
Lastly he moved to Aerin he added blood to her face then unlike the others to her chest and legs, repeating the process to himself.

Carefully he took the fawn from her and nodded his thanks, he flipped it onto his back on the altar next to the elk skull and cried up to the heaven “Gods! I give you Strength!” Vein called out and then in one more well practised move he snapped his powerful jaws into the chest of fawn and ripped out it’s still beating heart then placed it into the blood filled vessel

“Drink our worthy sacrifice! And KNOW our devotion!” Slowly the heart stopped beating and he turned back to Nyra and Derg and Aerin.

“We must celebrate and honour the gods!” He proclaimed with excitement lacing his Deep voice “We eat the body of the fawn and Drink the prepared alcohol,” He set the now still body next to the Wolf skull filled with the golden liquid, He dipped the claw he had bloodied them all with into the fluid and their mixed blood washed from the claw and dispersed into the golden hued drink, not enough to taint the sweet taste but enough to give it the strength of many.

He grinned at the gathering of wolves lapped his fill of the drink and pulled and leg free from the sacrificially fawn to eat and enjoy they were not to waste a scrap of the fawn.