Thread: Heal Thyself WHO: Craig and Ambriel WHEN: Sunday morning, 8am WHERE: a small clearing, beside the mountain stream WARNINGS: nakedness mentioned
Once again, Craig was stealing away from his dorm under the cover of night, but this time for a different reason. Once he'd been properly motivated, Craig had spent a few days preparing his cleansing ritual. Whatever he had done to himself he'd needed to undo. Something about the curse he'd constructed had rubbed off on him. His magic wasn't working right, his mood had been shit, and his energy nearly nonexistant. It had taken a toll on his friendships, and it had been this realization that had spurred him into action.
It wasn't usual for Craig's preparations to be anything less than exact, but he was feeling hurried. Ideally, he should have done this ritual the morning after the new moon, but he had realized it too late. It was only a few days later, so this would have to do. He left from the school just before first morning's light and hiked into the woods, backpack over his shoulder, wearing the same black robe he'd worn the night of the other ritual. It was a long hike through the woods and to the foot of the mountains, and Craig moved slowly and carefully, not wanting to injure himself in the dim light. It took a little over an hour to reach the tiny clearing he'd found beside the small ice-cold stream coming down from the mountains.
Craig set to work, preparing the ritual. He disrobed and dug out a small patch of dirt, where he burnt the robe and buried it's ashes. He then retrieved he tub of paste he'd made from a variety of plants and herbs with healing and cleansing properties. The paste was light grey in color and had a terrible stink to it. Craig ignored the smell, applying the paste first to his face, then to other parts of his body, including his genetalia, the crevace of his rear, his chest, including his birthmark under his arm, and his fingertips and palms. By the time he was finished, it was light out.
Thankfully, Craig had added a few ingredients to the paste with warming properties as well, since it was quite chilly outside at this time of morning, and he was going to be there for a while. Craig laid down on his back on the grass, looking up at the open sky. He began to mediate, centering himself before starting the script in his mind that would will the curses and toxins and impurities to leave his body. The witch lost track of time, and it seemed like an eternity before he finally heard the alarm on his phone going off, signalling to him than an hour had passed. Craig sat up and turned the alarm off. He looked down at himself, seeing that in the past hour, the paste had turned a much darker shade of grey. That was a good sign. Craig looked over at the stream, churning nearby. Now it was time to clean.