Post by terra on Aug 4, 2009 19:55:39 GMT -5
Terra stood in a small room of the order building. His head rushing and pulsing with small bits of pain. He wore black robes and black frock coat, no under shirt, and black pants. His sleeves rolled up and a knife in his hand. He was standing in the now established potion laboratory, a small cauldron on a just steady table. A few shelves of barely filled ignorants he could gather in the wild and what he could pay for. He steadily cut the ingredients he needed, he was making the Wolves bane potion, since their was so many werewolves in he order.
He shifted his hair panting, it was hot and sweaty in the room, it had no rooms, especially with a fire under the cauldron heating and rising his own body temperature. He dropped a stray ingredient in the cauldron watching it change color, ,he tied his hair up. He pulled out several vials and placed them on the table, almost done with the potion. It was close to the full moon, he could tell by the tension around the werewolf members between humans and between the other members. He worked hard on trying to finish it, he smiled, Wolves bane was so hard to make.
He poured the potions gently into the bottles, sweating heavily but spelling i so none dropped into the potion. Once they were bottled he leaned back against the wall sighed and panted, he felt worn out. He heard a noise and walked slowly toward the doors, his hand pulling out his wand and his other hand on his knife subtly. He pointed it at the door and forced it open, ready in a calm but aggressive way, Spock and Kirk prowling near the door growly, and twisting around each other in a sense of power.
He shifted his hair panting, it was hot and sweaty in the room, it had no rooms, especially with a fire under the cauldron heating and rising his own body temperature. He dropped a stray ingredient in the cauldron watching it change color, ,he tied his hair up. He pulled out several vials and placed them on the table, almost done with the potion. It was close to the full moon, he could tell by the tension around the werewolf members between humans and between the other members. He worked hard on trying to finish it, he smiled, Wolves bane was so hard to make.
He poured the potions gently into the bottles, sweating heavily but spelling i so none dropped into the potion. Once they were bottled he leaned back against the wall sighed and panted, he felt worn out. He heard a noise and walked slowly toward the doors, his hand pulling out his wand and his other hand on his knife subtly. He pointed it at the door and forced it open, ready in a calm but aggressive way, Spock and Kirk prowling near the door growly, and twisting around each other in a sense of power.
