wall of ice, warmth of speech
[ voodoo, trigger; drug use ]
06-27-2022, 02:03 PM
"Marijuana." He repeated the word, foreign on his tongue. Torben frowned, trying to remember if he had come across the tincture before now. Perhaps the shamans, the spiritual leaders of his tribe, had been privy? But Voodoo explained what it was more, causing a beam of light to lit his mind. "Our medicine wolves used it" he explained quietly "to explore the realm of gods. T' see things beyond our understandin'. Visions, prophecies." However, with the spiritual age coming to a close, most used the shamans as healers. On instinct, when she brought her paw to his mouth he opened it. A mucky feeling entered his mind. You shouldn't be fuckin' around with shaman herbs he thought this is sacrilege. No mortals were allowed to, save for them, dive into the spiritual world. If mortals were allowed, they would know too much. They would seek and destroy. But he did it anyway. Why? Torben didn't really know. Maybe he grasped trying to connect to his heritage. "Give them?" he asked, lifting a brow "is it customary to, er, give a pack som'thing?" His mind became foggier, and suddenly he felt a bit giddy. Perhaps due to the plant's larger dosage. Torben raised a massive paw to his brow, feeling a bit dizzy. |
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