11-22-2020, 03:46 AM
Vaas wasn’t a healer, but he was the medicine cat. There was a set of rules with the position, one should not lie with others, should believe in the stars, should consul the clan- the leader of the star’s wishes, of their omens. When Rhinestonestar had offered the position to Vaas, it was one of desperation. Winter was in it’s full swing. Foamkit was smelling of the cough, if not already knowing about his own sickness tells by then. Dovah was blinded not long after, Medusa was… missing. Desperate times called for desperate things, Vaas ruthlessly took the advantage, the prestige of such a distraction: but he was not a medicine man, he was not a healer at heart.
No, he was bred for violence.
A warrior of tooth and claw, it made Vaas proud to be one, even as other parts of his tribe had been known as wrong- he took pride in his strength, in his prowess. Now with his power he had just another tool up his sleeve- as slow going as the practice was for it: another weapon just on the cusp of lethality. A honed edge wouldn’t be dulled even as Vaas took to the craft he had known: he refused to let it, as his apprentice demanded: he had more than medicine to look after.
Looking out towards the few that had gathered, Vaas held a sigh. The sway of his tail stilling behind him as he set the bag down, the small satchel of herbs clinking rather together. Glass and porcelain and dried clay made against sand of the once beach now expenses of white.
“The basics for now, There will be an extended lesion for thoese interested for a more extensive class.” Vaas silence for a moment, consideration lie heavily between the caged tongue before he unleashed it. Jade eyes watching the shuffle of wings behind the other big cat of the clan, one of the few. He nodded towards Rhinestone, a flicker-faint smile along his face. “We’ll discuss first with what are the symptoms for most sicknesses.” He decided, the tiger’s tail curled along his own paw.
“First I would like to remind anyone, as a clan we look out for eachother: if you notice any of these symptoms, in yourself or another. Please send them towards the cage. It’s the large concrete building off the boardwalk.” While there was a traditional medicine cat den within camp, Vaas frequented the cage more than he could ever justify the use of the medicine den. “I’ll always be around the area of the cage, and most of the herbs to treat more common coughs are found there.” Vaas’ voice was firm, with give, he cast a worried glance at the entire of the group. Dovah, Foamkit, Rhine, Nine.
“Sickness is infectious, and has many symptoms, feverish. Hot or cold flashes, weakness and lethargy- slowness in movement: apathy.” He pulled from his satchel a few herbs he had taken with him. Each one sealed propper with wet claw, carefully he dipped his claw into the seal and broke it evenly. The fresh scent of the herbs small but concrete. He set most of the bottles closer towards dovah. But he made sure to show them as he revealed and talked about them. The first one he was careful with, purple flower petals in the vial shown in contrast of large leaves about the size of a pearl. “Catmint, is a great cure for most coughs within the winter moons: a plant that aids in healing, sleep and has been recorded to smoke in the area of good dreams.” Vaas’ voice cut into a quieter voice at the end: the meanings of a herb were just as important as it’s common uses. What may have once been controversal, no longer mattered to the tiger. He were the only one reliable information on most of the plants now, and the few he knew he would willingly give out. Knowlege once guarded within his tribe that burned away: open for the disposal of his clan.
[table][tr][td][/td][td]No, he was bred for violence.
A warrior of tooth and claw, it made Vaas proud to be one, even as other parts of his tribe had been known as wrong- he took pride in his strength, in his prowess. Now with his power he had just another tool up his sleeve- as slow going as the practice was for it: another weapon just on the cusp of lethality. A honed edge wouldn’t be dulled even as Vaas took to the craft he had known: he refused to let it, as his apprentice demanded: he had more than medicine to look after.
Looking out towards the few that had gathered, Vaas held a sigh. The sway of his tail stilling behind him as he set the bag down, the small satchel of herbs clinking rather together. Glass and porcelain and dried clay made against sand of the once beach now expenses of white.
“The basics for now, There will be an extended lesion for thoese interested for a more extensive class.” Vaas silence for a moment, consideration lie heavily between the caged tongue before he unleashed it. Jade eyes watching the shuffle of wings behind the other big cat of the clan, one of the few. He nodded towards Rhinestone, a flicker-faint smile along his face. “We’ll discuss first with what are the symptoms for most sicknesses.” He decided, the tiger’s tail curled along his own paw.
“First I would like to remind anyone, as a clan we look out for eachother: if you notice any of these symptoms, in yourself or another. Please send them towards the cage. It’s the large concrete building off the boardwalk.” While there was a traditional medicine cat den within camp, Vaas frequented the cage more than he could ever justify the use of the medicine den. “I’ll always be around the area of the cage, and most of the herbs to treat more common coughs are found there.” Vaas’ voice was firm, with give, he cast a worried glance at the entire of the group. Dovah, Foamkit, Rhine, Nine.
“Sickness is infectious, and has many symptoms, feverish. Hot or cold flashes, weakness and lethargy- slowness in movement: apathy.” He pulled from his satchel a few herbs he had taken with him. Each one sealed propper with wet claw, carefully he dipped his claw into the seal and broke it evenly. The fresh scent of the herbs small but concrete. He set most of the bottles closer towards dovah. But he made sure to show them as he revealed and talked about them. The first one he was careful with, purple flower petals in the vial shown in contrast of large leaves about the size of a pearl. “Catmint, is a great cure for most coughs within the winter moons: a plant that aids in healing, sleep and has been recorded to smoke in the area of good dreams.” Vaas’ voice cut into a quieter voice at the end: the meanings of a herb were just as important as it’s common uses. What may have once been controversal, no longer mattered to the tiger. He were the only one reliable information on most of the plants now, and the few he knew he would willingly give out. Knowlege once guarded within his tribe that burned away: open for the disposal of his clan.
"take me into your heart , accept me as your savior nail me to the fucking cross and let me be reborn" — an antagonist with a silver tongue , a pirate with nothing to loose and everything to gain . vaas montenegro ; he who lives to fight demons should be weary he himself does not become one ." it's not like i am fucking crazy — "