Spring 30th, 512AV
Castor sat at his table in his apartment at the Traveller’s Row. It was midnight and Castor had removed all of his weapons, armour and some of his clothing. He was shirtless and was only wearing his pants. On his table there was a bowl and a glass jar, along with an egg, a bit of cheese and a cup of flour. Castor stared at these items intensely, darting his eyes around at each ingredient and tableware. His jar was empty and it needed to be filled.
He took a deep breath in and let out an unpleasant sigh. He reluctantly raised his arm out and grabbed the cup of flour, tipping it slowly into the bowl. He then followed this up by cracking the egg’s shell, dripping it onto of the flour in the bowl. Then he chucked in the cheese on top. Castor looked at what he has done so far. In the bowl, there was flour that had gone wet from the egg’s white, the yolk of the eggs that had split open, and a clump of cheese that smelt vile. Castor then reached into the bowl with his left hand and began to mix the ingredients. The mixture felt cold, wet and sloppy at first. It was sticky and clung onto his hands and he squeezed the mixture. The smell of cheese was pungent was extremely off putting. The mixture then slowly turned into yellowy-white blob with the strong smell of cheese. However, the mixture wasn’t complete. Castor walked over to his pile of clothing, near his bed. He reached for a blade and sat back down at the table. He dips his fingers into the blob, making a well for liquid to be held in. He then places his left wrist over the bowl and places the knife to it. In his mind he slowly counted down from three, and when he hit zero he slashed his wrist. The wound was very shallow, but enough to let his blood trickle from his wrist into the well of the yellowy blob. Castor waited for his body to clot the wound so he could continue mixing. When the bleeding stopped, continued mixing the dough until it had a light red colour.
Castor stared at the mysterious red dough that sat in the bowl. Castor took a deep breath in and prepped his body for what was going to happen next. Small and handfuls at a time, Castor chewed the dough and swallowed. The dough’s taste was very unique, cheesy with a hint of iron. The dough had a gooey consistency that slowly slid down his throat, and sat in his stomach. Castor had eaten the whole mixture and he felt quite bloated, he wanted to expel what he just ate from his body as quick as possible. However, Castor needed to focus on his task. He stood up and found a spot on the floor and sat down, he then crossed his legs and placed his hands in front of his belly, joining them together forming the meditation position called “The half-Lotus”. He then closed his eyes and took slow deep breaths. As his breath cycled in and out of his lungs, he focused on the contents inside of him. He focused on creating the substance he wanted, Soulmist. When the soulmist is ready, Castor’s body will tell him.
To aid him create this substance, Castor visualized and apple that represented the red dough in him. He visualized a blade slowly peeling off the red skin, leaving behind the white juicy flesh. He saw the clear juices dripping off the apple’s surface as the blade cuts through the red to expose the white underneath. A few chimes had past and Castor could feel an eerie coolness radiating from his belly. The feeling was very faint, and need more time to form. As time passed, the substance’s coolness slowly grew more intense the longer time went. Castor could feel the substance transforming into soulmist in his belly, but it was still wasn’t ready. Castor continued his visualising of an apple being peeled.
After a few more chimes past, Castor’s stomach began to convulse, trying to remove its contents. Castor tried to stop the contents in his stomach from exiting out his mouth, so he could reach the glass jar. However, the stomach expelled a bit of its contents and Castor had to hold his mouth shut with his hand. The Soulmist was pushing on Castor’s lips causing it to leak slightly. The soulmist felt unnaturally cold and strange tongue. However, Castor just made it in time to the Jar; he placed his mouth over the jar and opened his mouth. Castor could felt it streaming from his Stomach passing up and out through his throat. The soulmist oozed out of his mouth, making a continuous stream of cool, glowing gel like substance.
After Castor had finished expelling the soulmist from his stomach into a jar, he took a moment to rest his body. He never enjoyed making soulmist, but it’s something he needs. He then wondered how his sire makes this substance with ease. After his breather, he then looked at the jar’s contents. The jar could carry a pint of liquid, but Castor only filled it just past half way. He wasn’t satisfied with the amount he had made; however, it’s better than nothing. The soulmist within the jar radiated a white glow, and when Castor dipped his finger in it, it was cold. Castor covered the Jar and walked to his bed and flopped onto it with a smile. “Finally done…” he said before closing his eyes. |
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by Castor on April 19th, 2013, 3:45 pm 
