蛇 Vhalar 16th early morning, 718 蛇
蛇 Mood: Sore, Surprised
蛇 Current Thought: Wasnt expecting company
蛇 Current Theme: Tsukimi
蛇 Mood: Sore, Surprised
蛇 Current Thought: Wasnt expecting company
蛇 Current Theme: Tsukimi
蛇 His body was reeling, pain and aches dancing on him as if he was a dance floor at some noble's Galla. His head also ached, beating like a drum as he laid in his bed. He was surprised to have made it home in one piece after visiting his father's grave and being jumped a few trials back.
He laid there, body bare and naked, as it would be quite the pain to try and struggle with putting on clothes at the moment. He still couldn't believe it, but it was the reality of his current situation. Even letting out a sigh, it hurt to do so, and he was sure that this was just the beginning.
He tried to quiet his mind, let it rest and think of nothing, keeping his mind from working which would allow his head to heal. But he couldn't focus, not at first anyway, as every inch of him hurt so damn much! And that throbbing, insistent banging in his head, it just wouldn't go away.
But as he laid there he heard it far more frequently, out of the rhythm of the throbbing of his own body. Forcing himself up, he looked to where the front door was, a brow rising in curiosity and confusion.
"Who could that be, I'm not expecting company?"
It was said in a whisper, his mind filled with paranoia as he struggled to get out of the bed. Knowing it to be far more trouble than its worth, he opted not to put on anything, it would be too painful to do so. Slipping a hand into one of the claw holsters, he looked to the door, more knocking though, in the sensitive ears of the viper, it was more so like a thunderous bang.
"Who is it?"
he called, and he heard the sound of a familiar voice, distorted by the stone door, but oddly noticeable. Claw in hand as he wasn't sure if it was all a well-designed trick, he opened the door. A pained sigh of relief escaped his lips as he was greeted by the smile of Gabriela, his mentor from the seekers. Bright fluorescent demon-like eyes gazed upon her student, and a giggle escaped her lips. My, you look like shit young man. she teased, cupping his face as she crossed the threshold of the viper's den.
She was carrying something, a bird maybe from the flapping noises it was making. She sat the covered cage on a table and found herself situation in one of the two chairs in the home. It probably wasn't something she was used to, as he was sure the quarters of the seeker enclave were far more accommodating than his humble little shack.
"What brings you by Madame Traz?"
he inquired, curious as to why she was here in the first place, and going to fetch something to cover himself with. She pointed to him, a confused and surprised expression as he mimicked her point, aiming a finger at himself.Your master isn't the only one who has a hand or two in the heaps, word travels fast among the disparity, it helps in giving them hope you know. she began, appraising the home now that she was comfy. I believe its time I took your training in the art of Becoming a little more seriously, giving you much more direction.
His eyes widened at her words, as he was excited now that her motives were out in the open. He could file it away to use for his profession. Eager to know what was going to be done, he came back out, a cloth big enough to wrap around his waist, and sat next to his mentor.
"So where do we begin?"
he asked, as his mentor looked to the cage she had brought with her. Removing the cover from it, Dosan laid eyes on the creature that was within. This is a Sangue Selvagem, a nifty little creature when it comes to training in the magic of Becoming. She said as she retrieved a sword from behind her. Placing it in Dosan's hands she clasped his shoulder and leaned into him. You will kill it, and I shall show you how to make a totem out of it.
Looking at the creature, his eyes narrowed, and a smirk formed. If killing this creature is going to help him, then by all means, chop chop little guy. He ran his hand along the length of the blade, appreciating the quality of the blade, the weight of it in his hands.
Honestly, it felt right to have it in his hands, as it could be much more efficient than those claws of his. Tossing the blade back and forth in his hand he looked to the creature in the cage. Reaching in he took hold of the animal, making sure to keep it out of range of the winged mammal's maw.
Once out of the cage he pinned it to the table and ran the sharp blade through it, the sound of flapping wings moving from a rapid and sporadic pattern to slow and slower pats till there was nothing but silence. With that out the way, Gabriela went back the front door, retrieving something she had by when she entered. Dosan didnt even see her sit it down, and was curious as to what it was.
Sitting the bag on the table she turned to him with a smile. Now we shall make you a totem for this lovely little creature. Tell me do you remember what a totem is? she inquired peering over to her student as he smiled, knowing the answer.
"Totems are how we as becomers move from to another form from our selves."
he recanted, a smile on his face as he knew it better than he knew most blood prayers. Gabriela smiled and continued to removed things from within the bag. Thats correct, now can you tell me what the three crucial components to making a totem are? Dosan thought on it, he knew it, but it had been so long since using the magic that he had forgotten. The pause in his response was far too long for her liking, evident by the crimson glare she gave him from over her shoulder. Come now my little viper, you know this. she reminded, laying things out on the table.
"Um......Blood, Bone,.........and....."
he stammered, trying to remember, but maybe his concussion was getting the better of him......actually it was evident to him he was light headed and then THUD! without warning, he hit the floor.Moments later he found himself in the tender arms of Gabriela, fanning him. Looks who's awake, did you enjoy your nap? she purred, helping Dosan as he strained to sit up, his vision clearing up now.
Helping over to the table he could see what she had been doing when he passed out. The table was now a workstation, materials abound to aid in the construction of his next totem. 蛇
"Speech"
Off Topic
Dosan has the following injuries, and shouldnt be doing too much
- Busted Lip
- Bruises throughout the body
- Head Injury {Being whacked over the head with a vase}
- Sore Stomach {Gut punches}
- Bruised forearms
- Busted Lip
- Bruises throughout the body
- Head Injury {Being whacked over the head with a vase}
- Sore Stomach {Gut punches}
- Bruised forearms


