Post by ti'gra on Jul 26, 2009 22:14:45 GMT -5
(07/26/09 - 19:23:25)
=Ti'graine=
Scarrer
Tuchuk Wagons
METP/CC
==is in or around the Tuchuk encampment behind Moons End==
: says to ALL:.... She noticed that there was a young man, a youth really, not even bearing his courage scars yet, that was hanging back from the other men, watching her intently, but seemingly shy to approach. While conversing with the others of the camp, she deliberately let her gaze wander to the youth by way of question. She could see that he had bruising and lacerations, but no scars. Makach, the warrior she was speaking with, turned and looked where her attention had wandered, then looked back to her. Makach scratched his head a bit, then told her that they'd not had a proper scarrer to see to the youth's courage marks. He'd engaged with a raiding party and defended his fellow Tuchuk, and they reckoned that the scars were deserved, but there were just none in camp to do it. A slow smile spread across her features as she listened. She'd been perishing of boredom and inactivity and this was the best welcome she could have received...the opportunity to get busy and put her skills to use.
(07/26/09 - 19:32:31)
=Ti'graine=
Scarrer
Tuchuk Wagons
METP/CC
==is in or around the Tuchuk encampment behind Moons End==
: says to ALL:.... Seeing her thrall passing by on his way to...well...do something she'd asked...she stopped him and ordered him to fetch the small chest from her wagon. The men pointedly avoided looking at the male slave when he returned a moment later, offering up the chest. She shooed him on to finish the other tasks she'd set him, then asked one of the men to accompany her amongst the bosk to gather the dung required for the scarring. The youth himself, Dekan, and another warrior offerred to see her to the herd. In offering her thanks, she noticed the sudden pride, but underlying anxiety of Dekan as they made their way toward the herd. She questioned him about the encounter that had earned the scars about to be given in an effort to ease him. She didn't like jumpy men when she was going to be wielding a knife against their face. He spoke proudly of taking down two city men and saving the life of another Tuchuk. She was suitably impressed and complimented his heroics, only breaking off the conversation when they reached the herd. She asked the older warrior to lead her to the most highly prized bull. Some would say that dung was dung, but this was an important ritual, and she'd not use the dung of a female, nor of one old, sick or weak. A warrior deserved the best.
(07/26/09 - 19:41:07)
=Ti'graine=
Scarrer
Tuchuk Wagons
METP/CC
==is in or around the Tuchuk encampment behind Moons End==
: says to ALL:.... The men grew wary as they approached the bosk, speaking in very low tones to tell her that he'd killed many men foolish enough to approach him. She simply nodded and altered their course to come in behind, seeing no need to even let the bosk know that they were there. The men both hefted spears as she stepped closer, coming up directly behind the bosk. Their wait was short...the beast's rear end twitched and she had the bowl in place, gathering the fresh dung, releasing steam into the cooling evening air. She'd been a slave among the Kassars for a long time, and the smell of dung, even fresh, did not trouble her in the least. She waited until the bowl was nearly full before stepping back and nodding to the men. They backed away from the bull to be certain he hadn't noticed them. When they were safely away, leaving the herd altogether in fact, she spoke again to Dekan. "You know that some men die receiving their scars. And you know that to complete them will take tonight and the next two. More than likely, you will spend the hand raving with fever. If there is anyone you need speak to, or anything you need to do, do it now. I won't guarantee that you'll get the chance again." He swallowed and nodded firmly, telling her that he was ready. Her own expression was admiring. She knew grown men that couldn't face this ritual with such calmness, and here was a mere youth, albeit raised in the culture, but a youth nonetheless that scarcely even acknowledged the danger of what he was about to go through.
(07/26/09 - 19:49:03)
=Ti'graine=
Scarrer
Tuchuk Wagons
METP/CC
==is in or around the Tuchuk encampment behind Moons End==
: says to ALL:.... Making her way to the main fire, she finds that someone has placed her chest of materials next to a fine fur, near to the fire where she'll have good visibility. Many of the Tuchuk have gathered to watch the momentous occassion as she sinks to the fur and begins sorting through the packets in the chest. At last, she finds the packet or red dye, and pours a measure of it into the bowl of dung. She mixes it slowly as Dekan stands nearby, watching her calm approach to his passage into manhood. In truth, she had some nervousness herself, but she'd been trained well by Theseus, and she was ready. When she was satisfied with the now scarlet dung, her gaze lifted to the warrior-to-be, her voice calm and smooth to allay the fears of youth. "Dekan, lie down with your head in my lap...and don't get any idea because it's a woman doing your scarring." She lifts her knife as an eyebrow raises, "Just remember that I've got a knife to your face." It has the desired effect and he smiles before lying down, back to the furs, and settling his head onto her thighs. She feels him draw a deep breath as she looks up, noting the warriors gathered to bear witness.
(07/26/09 - 19:58:19)
=Ti'graine=
Scarrer
Tuchuk Wagons
METP/CC
==is in or around the Tuchuk encampment behind Moons End==
: says to ALL:.... Her hands rest on the sides of his head for a moment, steadying him, and studying the contours of his cheeks. Lifting her knife, she lays the point slightly away from his nose on the right side, high upon his cheek. Checking the angle, she presses the blade into the skin and cuts cleanly across his cheek, the wound slanting up toward his temple. The youth hissed, but managed to remain utterly still while she worked. With the first wound made, she wipes the blade and sets it on a clean cloth to her side. Fingertips grasp the loosened skin at the bottom of the cut and jerk it slightly to lift it open and create a pocket. At this, the youth howls, and two warriors step forward to hold his wrists to the ground, not permitting him to interfere with her work. Everyone had seen scarrings, but the first ones done were always a shock in their brutality. Her expression was grim and focused as she dipped fingers into the bowl of scarlet dung, scooping some onto her fingers, then thrusting it down into the opening in his cheek. In truth, she hadn't pulled the skin away all that far, but it was enough to be horrifyingly painful, and it was enough to create the reservoir for the dung and dye to take hold. Scooping from the bowl again, she again pushes her fingers into the wound, packing it with the mixture. Her other arm is wrapped around Dekan's head and under his chin, holding his head still. She'd been told that some scarrers did this with needles, and without dung, but she liked the old ways, and it wasn't supposed to be a safe and easy ritual. When that cheek was scarred and packed, she turned her attention to the other side.
(07/26/09 - 20:06:38)
=Ti'graine=
Scarrer
Tuchuk Wagons
METP/CC
==is in or around the Tuchuk encampment behind Moons End==
: says to ALL:.... At this point, Dekan is fighting to keep his head still against her thighs and she pauses to lay a hand to each side of his head for a moment, steadying it, and speaking very calmly, "One side done, Dekan. One more cut and you'll have the marks of a man." She felt him calm some and try harder to remain still, and when he did, she removed her hands and lifted the knife once more. She set it at the matching point on the other side of his nose, checking the angle, and pressed it into his flesh, slicing up toward his temple with a sure stroke. She saw him bite down hard enough on his lip to draw blood, but the sight did not move her as it would some. This was her clan, and this was her work. Agile fingertips grasped the skin at the bottom edge of the cut again, jerking it away from the flesh beneath with an almost sickening sound, creating the pocket she needed. She laid the knife aside and wrapped her arm around his head again, down teh side and under his chin to hold his head motionless. She could see the sweat standing on his brow from the toll this was taking on him, but still she was unmoved by it. She pressed fingers into the bowl of dung again, scooping a healthy amount onto them before pushing it deep into the gaping wound of his cheek, packing it firmly within his skin. Her fingers dip into the bowl again to gather a bit more, tamping the red-dyed dung firmly into the wound, filling it as completely as she had the other side. When she was satisfied that the wounds were mirror images, and packed well with the dung and dye mixture, she used the bowl of water and cloth on her other side to wipe his face, removing any stray dung not relating to the scars themselves. Eyeing them again, she is satisfied, and eases his head from her lap to the furs so she can rise, scrubbing her own hands thoroughly.
(07/26/09 - 20:12:02)
=Ti'graine=
Scarrer
Tuchuk Wagons
METP/CC
==is in or around the Tuchuk encampment behind Moons End==
: says to ALL:.... Her attention turns from the youth, sweating and tossing on the furs to a young woman looking very afraid, but proud and hopeful at the same time. A smile quirks slightly upon her lips, gauging her to be young lady he was trying to impress with his heroics, and the one he'd been waiting on these scars to mate. "You, there, bring him a bota of cold water and sit with him. See that he gets as much cool water to drink as he needs to combat the fever and infection. We repeat this tomorrow night, and the next, regardless of how well he is." The young woman paled, but nodded quickly and ran for a bota of water, reapparing not a moment later to kneel next to the young warrior, wiping the sweat from his brow and pouring water carefuly between his lips. With her work for the night finished, she washed her knife and bowl carefully, drying them well, and packed everything back into the chest. The chest was handed off to kaiila to return to her wagon. She herself had no more than taken a step before a slave was before her with a plate of the camp's evening meal and a cup of juice. She frowned slightly, wondering who'd ordered it, but as her gaze roved the camp, she saw Machak looking pleased and merely nodded to him with a smile.
=Ti'graine=
Scarrer
Tuchuk Wagons
METP/CC
==is in or around the Tuchuk encampment behind Moons End==
: says to ALL:.... She noticed that there was a young man, a youth really, not even bearing his courage scars yet, that was hanging back from the other men, watching her intently, but seemingly shy to approach. While conversing with the others of the camp, she deliberately let her gaze wander to the youth by way of question. She could see that he had bruising and lacerations, but no scars. Makach, the warrior she was speaking with, turned and looked where her attention had wandered, then looked back to her. Makach scratched his head a bit, then told her that they'd not had a proper scarrer to see to the youth's courage marks. He'd engaged with a raiding party and defended his fellow Tuchuk, and they reckoned that the scars were deserved, but there were just none in camp to do it. A slow smile spread across her features as she listened. She'd been perishing of boredom and inactivity and this was the best welcome she could have received...the opportunity to get busy and put her skills to use.
(07/26/09 - 19:32:31)
=Ti'graine=
Scarrer
Tuchuk Wagons
METP/CC
==is in or around the Tuchuk encampment behind Moons End==
: says to ALL:.... Seeing her thrall passing by on his way to...well...do something she'd asked...she stopped him and ordered him to fetch the small chest from her wagon. The men pointedly avoided looking at the male slave when he returned a moment later, offering up the chest. She shooed him on to finish the other tasks she'd set him, then asked one of the men to accompany her amongst the bosk to gather the dung required for the scarring. The youth himself, Dekan, and another warrior offerred to see her to the herd. In offering her thanks, she noticed the sudden pride, but underlying anxiety of Dekan as they made their way toward the herd. She questioned him about the encounter that had earned the scars about to be given in an effort to ease him. She didn't like jumpy men when she was going to be wielding a knife against their face. He spoke proudly of taking down two city men and saving the life of another Tuchuk. She was suitably impressed and complimented his heroics, only breaking off the conversation when they reached the herd. She asked the older warrior to lead her to the most highly prized bull. Some would say that dung was dung, but this was an important ritual, and she'd not use the dung of a female, nor of one old, sick or weak. A warrior deserved the best.
(07/26/09 - 19:41:07)
=Ti'graine=
Scarrer
Tuchuk Wagons
METP/CC
==is in or around the Tuchuk encampment behind Moons End==
: says to ALL:.... The men grew wary as they approached the bosk, speaking in very low tones to tell her that he'd killed many men foolish enough to approach him. She simply nodded and altered their course to come in behind, seeing no need to even let the bosk know that they were there. The men both hefted spears as she stepped closer, coming up directly behind the bosk. Their wait was short...the beast's rear end twitched and she had the bowl in place, gathering the fresh dung, releasing steam into the cooling evening air. She'd been a slave among the Kassars for a long time, and the smell of dung, even fresh, did not trouble her in the least. She waited until the bowl was nearly full before stepping back and nodding to the men. They backed away from the bull to be certain he hadn't noticed them. When they were safely away, leaving the herd altogether in fact, she spoke again to Dekan. "You know that some men die receiving their scars. And you know that to complete them will take tonight and the next two. More than likely, you will spend the hand raving with fever. If there is anyone you need speak to, or anything you need to do, do it now. I won't guarantee that you'll get the chance again." He swallowed and nodded firmly, telling her that he was ready. Her own expression was admiring. She knew grown men that couldn't face this ritual with such calmness, and here was a mere youth, albeit raised in the culture, but a youth nonetheless that scarcely even acknowledged the danger of what he was about to go through.
(07/26/09 - 19:49:03)
=Ti'graine=
Scarrer
Tuchuk Wagons
METP/CC
==is in or around the Tuchuk encampment behind Moons End==
: says to ALL:.... Making her way to the main fire, she finds that someone has placed her chest of materials next to a fine fur, near to the fire where she'll have good visibility. Many of the Tuchuk have gathered to watch the momentous occassion as she sinks to the fur and begins sorting through the packets in the chest. At last, she finds the packet or red dye, and pours a measure of it into the bowl of dung. She mixes it slowly as Dekan stands nearby, watching her calm approach to his passage into manhood. In truth, she had some nervousness herself, but she'd been trained well by Theseus, and she was ready. When she was satisfied with the now scarlet dung, her gaze lifted to the warrior-to-be, her voice calm and smooth to allay the fears of youth. "Dekan, lie down with your head in my lap...and don't get any idea because it's a woman doing your scarring." She lifts her knife as an eyebrow raises, "Just remember that I've got a knife to your face." It has the desired effect and he smiles before lying down, back to the furs, and settling his head onto her thighs. She feels him draw a deep breath as she looks up, noting the warriors gathered to bear witness.
(07/26/09 - 19:58:19)
=Ti'graine=
Scarrer
Tuchuk Wagons
METP/CC
==is in or around the Tuchuk encampment behind Moons End==
: says to ALL:.... Her hands rest on the sides of his head for a moment, steadying him, and studying the contours of his cheeks. Lifting her knife, she lays the point slightly away from his nose on the right side, high upon his cheek. Checking the angle, she presses the blade into the skin and cuts cleanly across his cheek, the wound slanting up toward his temple. The youth hissed, but managed to remain utterly still while she worked. With the first wound made, she wipes the blade and sets it on a clean cloth to her side. Fingertips grasp the loosened skin at the bottom of the cut and jerk it slightly to lift it open and create a pocket. At this, the youth howls, and two warriors step forward to hold his wrists to the ground, not permitting him to interfere with her work. Everyone had seen scarrings, but the first ones done were always a shock in their brutality. Her expression was grim and focused as she dipped fingers into the bowl of scarlet dung, scooping some onto her fingers, then thrusting it down into the opening in his cheek. In truth, she hadn't pulled the skin away all that far, but it was enough to be horrifyingly painful, and it was enough to create the reservoir for the dung and dye to take hold. Scooping from the bowl again, she again pushes her fingers into the wound, packing it with the mixture. Her other arm is wrapped around Dekan's head and under his chin, holding his head still. She'd been told that some scarrers did this with needles, and without dung, but she liked the old ways, and it wasn't supposed to be a safe and easy ritual. When that cheek was scarred and packed, she turned her attention to the other side.
(07/26/09 - 20:06:38)
=Ti'graine=
Scarrer
Tuchuk Wagons
METP/CC
==is in or around the Tuchuk encampment behind Moons End==
: says to ALL:.... At this point, Dekan is fighting to keep his head still against her thighs and she pauses to lay a hand to each side of his head for a moment, steadying it, and speaking very calmly, "One side done, Dekan. One more cut and you'll have the marks of a man." She felt him calm some and try harder to remain still, and when he did, she removed her hands and lifted the knife once more. She set it at the matching point on the other side of his nose, checking the angle, and pressed it into his flesh, slicing up toward his temple with a sure stroke. She saw him bite down hard enough on his lip to draw blood, but the sight did not move her as it would some. This was her clan, and this was her work. Agile fingertips grasped the skin at the bottom edge of the cut again, jerking it away from the flesh beneath with an almost sickening sound, creating the pocket she needed. She laid the knife aside and wrapped her arm around his head again, down teh side and under his chin to hold his head motionless. She could see the sweat standing on his brow from the toll this was taking on him, but still she was unmoved by it. She pressed fingers into the bowl of dung again, scooping a healthy amount onto them before pushing it deep into the gaping wound of his cheek, packing it firmly within his skin. Her fingers dip into the bowl again to gather a bit more, tamping the red-dyed dung firmly into the wound, filling it as completely as she had the other side. When she was satisfied that the wounds were mirror images, and packed well with the dung and dye mixture, she used the bowl of water and cloth on her other side to wipe his face, removing any stray dung not relating to the scars themselves. Eyeing them again, she is satisfied, and eases his head from her lap to the furs so she can rise, scrubbing her own hands thoroughly.
(07/26/09 - 20:12:02)
=Ti'graine=
Scarrer
Tuchuk Wagons
METP/CC
==is in or around the Tuchuk encampment behind Moons End==
: says to ALL:.... Her attention turns from the youth, sweating and tossing on the furs to a young woman looking very afraid, but proud and hopeful at the same time. A smile quirks slightly upon her lips, gauging her to be young lady he was trying to impress with his heroics, and the one he'd been waiting on these scars to mate. "You, there, bring him a bota of cold water and sit with him. See that he gets as much cool water to drink as he needs to combat the fever and infection. We repeat this tomorrow night, and the next, regardless of how well he is." The young woman paled, but nodded quickly and ran for a bota of water, reapparing not a moment later to kneel next to the young warrior, wiping the sweat from his brow and pouring water carefuly between his lips. With her work for the night finished, she washed her knife and bowl carefully, drying them well, and packed everything back into the chest. The chest was handed off to kaiila to return to her wagon. She herself had no more than taken a step before a slave was before her with a plate of the camp's evening meal and a cup of juice. She frowned slightly, wondering who'd ordered it, but as her gaze roved the camp, she saw Machak looking pleased and merely nodded to him with a smile.