Spring 30, 511 AV Location: Wilderness just outside Ravok Aello was kneeling in the grass, the slender bright green stems tickling the pale skin that shown from between the area where her boots and her dress came to an end. She was chewing on a blade of grass, what appeared to be a blackberry, and a small piece of cooked rabbit from the creature's life she had taken earlier in the day. The strange mixture of food items was rolling back and forth upon the girl's tongue, going from a tough mixture of slightly sour and burnt tasting food, to a pile of mush with an indistinguishable but generally revolting taste. And you haven't even added the blood yet, Aello thought, as she forced herself to chew. Aello was sitting largely in silence, merely listening to the various sounds of nature- the birds chirping above her, the grass and the leaves of the trees swaying slightly in the wind, Yune sleeping in her lap. She could feel her long brown hair fluttering around her in the wind, sense the sun rubbing its eyes and just beginning to show the earth its inner flame; its intensity, which fell only during the night to the milky moon. Its golden rays felt warm on her cheeks, and helped to distract Aello from the nasty taste which lingered within the confines of her mouth. The taste which seemed to cling to her teeth so desperately, that she was certain it'd never let go, even if she washed her mouth out with several glasses of fresh water. Just add the blood, and get this over with. How else are you to test the bones? Aello asked herself as she flicked the mixture over her tongue once more, desperately trying not to vomit. She could still taste the berry juice; so very sour, not at all ripe. She could taste the burnt edges of the meat, a subtle reminder that she seriously needed to practice her cooking. Slowly, carefully, so as not to wake Yune, she pulled her cursed blade from concealment. The blood seemed to glow in the morning light, and the girl smiled wickedly. What is a little more blood to it? Aello wondered, as she twirled the blade slowly from left to right, admiring the crimson red, and crusty brown blood that was smeared into the silver. It made the blade seem far colder; angry. It had a life of its own. Gingerly, Aello pressed the blade into her left pointer finger. She could feel her blood pulsing beneath it; waiting to be let free. Waiting to fill the air with its familiar metallic scent. Waiting to be made into the mist. Slowly, she pushed the blade a little deeper. She tilted her head back as she felt the first sting, the first tiny little cut. The first warm drop of blood. Her long brown hair tumbled off her shoulders, and traced her spine. It came to a halt in the center of her back. The vein's in Aello's neck seemed to bulge, a pale green. Vines, wrapping around an old tree. Aello closed her eyes, and pushed the blade a little deeper, releasing a small, steady stream of red. Let yourself taste it, her mind told her, as she raised her left hand, to her pale lips. Let it linger on your tongue. Slowly, she turned her hand over, so that her palm was facing her mouth. Aello put the dagger down on the ground before her. Her blood was dripping off the tip, onto the grass. It was only a second before the first drop of blood reached her tongue, with the smallest of splashes, the quietest of sounds. Then the second drop came, and then a third. That is all you should need, Aello's brain whispered as the fourth crimson red droplet poured onto the edge of her tongue. Slowly, she lowered her hand, and opened her eyes. She tilted her head forward, so that it was more level; in a natural state. She began to chew, as she wiped her bloody finger off on the grass. The mixture was worse than before. It was getting harder and harder to keep going. But you need this, to test the bones. Do not let the taste get to you, do not spit it out. So the girl continued to chew, and chew, in silence as her bird slept on her lap, oblivious to what was going on in the world. Several minutes passed before Aello's mouth began to grow cold. She smiled weakly, knowing that the first part of her torture was over, and that the mist was ready. Aello reached for her bag, and pulled it closer to her. She ripped the flap open, and then rummaged through the bag. A second later, she produced the four rabbit bone ghostnails she had created a few days before. Well here goes, she told herself as she let the mist roll over her tongue one more time. You will need to connect the nails if you want them to be effective against ghosts, Aello told herself. Just pluck a few strands of hair from your head, they should suffice. The girl's chest rose and fell heavily. That would hurt. But she needed to do this. Slowly, she inched her right hand upwards, and ran her fingers through her knotted hair. Several strands came loose, and as Aello inspected her hand, she realized that the six she had gathered would be more than enough. Aello's teeth began to chatter, and the edges of her face were turning green. Her lips were a pale purple, and she knew, she would have to hurry or she may vomit; no matter how hard she tried not to. Delicately, Aello lifted the first ghostnail, and a single strand of hair. She began to tie the hair around the ghostnail. A second later, it had been secured by a tiny knot. Good, now keep going, and don't let your hair snap. Aello reached for the next ghostnail, and soon, had tied that particular strand of hair to the next nail. She plucked the next strand of hair, and continued in much the same way, until all the nails were secured by her hair, and they formed an enclosed shape- a sloppy circle. Now you have to infuse it with the mist, Aello told herself as she pressed her hands together. Pinky into pinky finger, pale flesh into pale flesh. They were cold, her hands, and sent a chill up her spine. She had been sweating, nervous with anticipation. The moment of truth was almost there... just a few more minutes now. Slowly, Aello raised her cupped hands to her trembling purple lips. When the back of her hands, where the wrist met the appendage, met her lips, Aello parted them ever so slightly. She blew only a little bit, and noticed that a cold, off white gel was pouring out of her mouth; soulmist. The mist was cold, and caused her fingers to tremble. Her mouth felt like ice; like a blizzard had just passed through. But Aello ignored this too; knowing it would be over soon. When all the mist had left Aello's mouth, she smiled. "Now we just have to rub this on the bones..." she whispered, as she pressed her hands into the set of ghostnails, and slender hairs. When everything was coated, the mist seemed to linger for a moment, causing everything to glow, before fading away. Fading into what she had made. "That should do," she whispered, as she picked her creation up, and began to press the nails lightly into the dirt. Small clods of brown rose up around the ivory of the bone, keeping them in place. Within a few minutes, Aello had secured them. They made a bumpy circle. Aello delicately plucked Yune from her lap, and placed her in the right hand corner of the circle. The bird didn't wake. "She has always been a sound sleeper." Next, Aello laced her bag back onto her back, and then picked up her bow in her left hand, and her dagger in her right. "It should call the ghosts to us soon enough," Aello whispered, "all we have to do is wait." OOCSo Karc, you may be the first pc to find Aello using her magic. Well, spiritism anyway. Congratulations! Know that if Aello finds out, she may also try to kill you! Hooray! And she is bound to find out... So yeah, good luck in the wilderness. And sorry this post is such a monstrosity. |