Chimera Fields Enter Stage left.

MATURE!!

I’ve been un-inspired lately, sorry about this

He has Jimsonweed, it grows throughout much of North and South America. It is a weedy annual plant with striking white tubular flowers and spiky seed pods. The leaves and seeds contain potent alkaloids that cause hallucinations. Used ceremonially by a number of indigenous peoples, jimsonweed acts as a deliriant and can produce intense spiritual visions.

These are dried out and he will only will be ingesting a small amount

 

The air around them held a scent of pine and blood, and perhaps some floral scent that was emanating from Vein’s herb collection. The cold crisp air seemed pregnant with some intangible feeling. Something that made the atmosphere seem heavy.  

The large brutish wolf appeared comical in his attempt to self administrate the wound he received upon his neck from their badger attack. His off white teeth tugged clumps of matted hairs from the awkward spot that the badger had bitten him, slowly blood began seeping from the wound again, the spot almost bare of fur now.

Vein smelled the scent of badger spit and was glad he had decided to attend the female, this wound was pungent with the promise of infection the vile saliva of the badger being what it was. If he had not been so eager to treat her then he would have let his own wound be until it had started to fester then he would have needed much more of his precious herbs to fix his laziness. Another sign that the gods wanted her intervention and her blood.

His deep golden eyes looked over her body, he noticed the trepidation in her long before she voiced it; in her posture, the slight hitch in her breath, the unfocused look in her blue orbs just before she made her decision. His ear’s twitched as he took in her words, He decided right then, it was likely her gods and his were one in the same, but she had been taught the wrong ways to serve them. At least that is what this fanatic settled upon, his desire to serve them in his own ways surpassing all else including what others may see as sanity.

He was about to reach for the poultice he had made to apply it to the awkward spot on his neck when Vallkyrie reached down and bit open his leg just above his carpus or wrist, The brutish male didn’t respond not even a flicker of his lip or eye lid. The blood began to flow down his leg not that he paid it any mind for the moment.

Instead Vein picked up his uninjured right paw stuck out his tongue and dried it with his pelt, then he stepped closer to the rock and tongued the last of the poultice with his dry tongue before awkwardly applying it to the bare spot on his neck.

Finally; once that was completed Vein offered his companion a wave his tail a grin as lifted his bleeding left paw. His voice was a deep rich timbre “You saved me some work I see.” He lowered head and placed his bloody paw on his forehead smearing blood from between his ears between his eyes down to the tip of his muzzle. He then bite his leg again renewing the blood as he smeared his cheeks and then proceed to paint his chest with his own blood in the shape of an arrow pointing down, or at lest that was what he was attempting to.

After deciding his artistic work was done he moved to his cache and carefully carried the skull back to the the center of the clearing, then he came back again to his cache and nosed through it for a herb very familiar to him. The leaves were dried but the flower attached to the stem looked like they may have been long and white at some point. He pulled a stem out and placed a single leaf at her paws, his golden eyes flicked up from her paws toward her head as he remained almost bowing at her feet while placing the leaf there. “Only partake in this leaf if you wish to truly see, love” His tongue reached out and flicked across her toes delicately as he stood. She might not even notice the caress of his tongue if she hadn’t seen it.


The large brute then ate a second leaf and returned the rest to his cache tucking it away under a bush, to protect it from contamination. With grace somehow not usually seen in his movement he returned to the center of the clearing and drew a deep breath, bit his own left leg again to produce more bleeding and was finally ready to begin.

Golden eyes flashed to Vallkyrie’s blues, He nodded solemnly, before he closed his and began to chant a foreign dialect in a practiced rich mantra almost but not quite song song like and rhythmic.

He moved around the clear space in which they stood with precise motions, almost a dance like fashion. His eyes remained closed as he moved almost gracefully, blood pooling in specific spots as the practiced patterns he moved in paused in place even though his body never paused in motion, weight shifting from paw to paw or neck craning or relaxing. Giving the blood time to pool before moving on with the ritualistic patterns.

Soon this ‘path’ had him standing precisely in the center of his blood drawn design. Where He finally allowed his leg to slowly clot. His eyes snapped open and his jaw snapped shut the clearing they were in suddenly silent as the grave. The low hum of nature had even seemed to give way to his chant and bow out respectfully. It was a long moment before even the buzz of a few insects hummed into the air.

The Blood covered shaman’s left paw was coated red with his own blood having been left to bleed were it may making it appear like he wore one red sock and one white one. That was soon corrected as he dipped his clean right paw into the skull and chanted almost like he spoke to a lover. Which each sentence he dipped and flicked his paw once sending droplets onto the vegetation and into the air. Turning in a circle as he did so, so that he may flick the blood in a wide arc from him  “Blood is power.” Flick and shift then dip “Blood is life.” Flick and shift then dip “Blood is passion.” Flick and shift then dip “Blood is Warmth.” Flick and shift then dip “Blood is Food.” Flick and shift then dip “Blood is heath” Flick and shift then dip “Blood is death” Flick and shift then dip “Blood is all encompassing.”

Vein suddenly tipped the skull upright, upending the tiny bit of blood remaining in the skull upon the ground and lifted his head to the sky and chanted louder as she smacked his paw firmly upon the white bone dome. Painting a paw print on it’s surface “Service through Blood. Servant of Blood”

He lowered his head and stared at the ground he breath coming out in short pants as the colours beneath him changed and swirled. He saw eyes staring back up at him, Golden eyes, brown eyes, blue eyes Hazel eyes, several miss matched pairs of eyes, yellow eyes, green eyes. They blinked and stared at him yet the faces of the eyes were ever blurry, no discernible features always hauntingly at the edge of his peripheral vision every time he tried to face on a set of eyes to closely something distracted his focus and the face vanished. In once pair of eyes he saw a hot springs with a tall tree near by  growing up through a rock cover ground In another set of eye that drew his attention he saw a river abundant with fish despite the weather in another set of eyes he saw black birds as the swooped toward him, the white brute flicked back before another set of mismatched eyes caught his attention, in those he saw a pack of wolves more and more eyes wanted his attention in each there was something new to show him, becoming over whelmed Vein squinted his eyes closed and  slammed his butt to the ground then lifted his head skyward and Howled with no kind of harmonious nature just a guttural cry. His eyes snapped open to see a sky swirling with colours akin to the aurora borealis however within those colours were more eyes and blurry faces. He mumbled and whined then lay down and closed his eyes, He cleared his throat and kept his eyes closed, turning his head in the direction of Vallkyrie if she were still there. His voice steady despite the queasiness of his stomach  “They are very talkative tonight”