Boartusk Heights [ffm] [m] luna rosa

both men held high aspirations — one much higher than the other, so much that it cocked a brow from the matriarch. but her smile never falters, and with their aspirations spoken she can begin.

with the flick of her wrist, she gestures to paloma to hand her the materials. the boar tusk was perfectly sharpened and the woman prepares herself.
her heart pounds, braced for the shot of pain as the sharpest point meets with flesh but does not yet split it. a deep breath, and crimson droplets spray across the dark rock before dripping into the bowl. the wood stains, even with one use it'll remain red for as long as it desires. she places down the tusk, and feels as the pain begins to numb before ushering paloma to get something to clot her wrist, her eyes shutting firmly to brace the last of what she will spill for this month. when it stops, the matriarch is slow to open her eyes once again — eventually, this will be easier.

..la luna da sus bendiciones. reyna utters beneath ragged breath as she dips a paw into the bowl. with one, slow swipe, she paints her blessing first across soleon's forehead. la luna da sus bendiciones. after one more dip, she repeats the same, meticulous motion across basilio's. she waits until it dries and clumps their fur.

you must keep these blessings on for three days. otherwise, you will be punished — not by i, but by the moon herself.
she repeats the same to basilio.