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Nature and Man
A chapter in the book Gima The Beginning
Gima: Challenges
by barkingdog
Dear Reader: The GLOSSARY is included by request. It's not a required part of the reading. It's merely to assist a new audience. I have added information on herbal remedies for this chapter. Have fun reading. :) barking dog
Previously in Chapter 21:
The Vertant family of Gima, Trell, and their infant boys Zee and Blathen( a Vermel) are in Apple Valley's meadow.
Asmel has left Hunter(both of these characters are human) in the forest's east clearing and is searching for marigolds to add to a poultice for Hunter's injured foot.
A black bear and her family are on the trail.
After separating the playful duo, the mother Black Bear pokes through the brambles for blackberries. Suddenly, scenting something else, she burrows her tapered chocolate-brown nose in deeper and deeper and sniffs once, then twice.
In a fury, she tears out, raises her head and with ears alert, pushes her six foot height to standing with arms outstretched. Slobber pours from her mouth as she squalls to warn and oppose the unknown creature whose blood is on the brambles. She bellows and growls, ripping bark from the honey tree to mark her territory, for the safety of the terrified twins that stand—immobile, wide-eyed statues—behind her.
CHAPTER 22:
Apparently, there is no challenger to Mama bear’s fearsome display. She has frightened away everything in sight, so much so, that even the leaves seem to cling tighter to their branches, and all is quiet. She grumbles a bit more, as if winding down, lowers to all fours, and calls to her young who hurry over to her in a sideways run.
They still wonder what the brouhaha was all about, knowing nothing of danger. Mom was looking pretty darn scary thought one while the other only hoped to be that fierce some day.
She reaches out her big paws and pulls them to her for a reassuring tussle. After ten minutes of nursing to calm their hunger, the cubs roll and romp again without fear.
With all of this excitement, the hungry bear’s stomach rumbles are nearly as loud as her previous roars. Secure in the fact that there’s no predatory threat, she sets about accomplishing the task that brought her here in the first place—gathering honey.
Standing up again, she leans into and rocks the dying tree. Angered by her intrusion, a swarm of dive-bombing, yellow and black kamikazes relentlessly attack her, but to no avail. She snaps, eating them. Others find it impossible to penetrate her thick coat, so buzz in a furry around her head.
Soon, the tired tree crashes to the ground. Mama Bear reaches her large, long-clawed paw inside the swarming entrance to retrieve and throw honey combs the distance to her cubs who romp about greedily chewing their first taste of sweetness beyond berries and their mother’s milk. The rotund twins gorge to their hearts content as does their huge mother who waddles away bleating softly to them, "Follow."
The twins totter off the trail behind her. They look a mess with twigs and leaves all honey-stuck to their fur, but they pay no mind as they squeal and pant batting around a pine cone.
Mama takes them one by one, and holds him with a firm paw for a thorough washing. Her tongue seeks out all the places that honey might hide, and even though each twin protests, it continues.
Finally with bath time complete, the attentive mother heaves a sigh, rolls over, full belly up,shiny padded feet in the air, to rest in the cool shade just behind the stand of blackberries. The spiffy twins suckle and snuggle, falling asleep to their mother’s comforting snore.
A few bees buzz mournfully around their fallen home; soon many return to retrieve what they can, relegated to an alternate hive.
The fallen tree lays silent. Its heart buzzes no more.
Small lizards slink over the tree’s aged dry bark, in and out of its torn entrance, but take no permanent interest. A brown rabbit peeks at possibilities then smelling bear hurries away.
As the sun travels west, good fortune smiles on the fallen tree. A small red scout has told his family. And soon thousands of busy carpenters scurry about forming committees to design many intricate tunnels which will, no doubt, improve this obviously long neglected prime real estate.
The tree is alive again.
*******
Wind moves through the early evening meadow. It blows toward the east clearing. Hunter’s pain has eased so he dozes off, inattentive to sparks that jump from the campfire to dance and playfully swirl in the wind. They land on dry hanging vines and tumble along the forest floor seeking pinecones and other dry tinder to ignite. Encouraged by the wind, crackling flames begin.
Animals of all sizes, friend and foe, run east toward the river at the early scent of smoke.
******
Blathen is the first to wake. He’s a siren in high gear.
Trell and Gima’s peaceful moment ends.
“Gima, put on your boots.” Trell begins lacing his.
“Boots? Trelly, why?”
Trell gives Gima a firm stare, at which she, quickly, jumps to her feet, pulls on her deerskin vest and leggings, and laces the sturdy tall boots that Trell had sewn for her in expectation of a long journey. She packs her sandals away for another more carefree time. “What is it?” she asks.
“Look at Blathen,” Trell chorts, hurridly packing. “Smell ... smoke's in the air.”
Blathen bounces like water on a hot skillet, waving his collector up and down in frantic warning. He tries to rouse Zee with a firm pull of the leg. At the same time, even though he does feel afraid of this strange smell, he controls any instinct to protrude his claws. He senses a warm inner strength—pride. Father was right—again. I like this control.
Blathen tugs and tugs at his brother. His little body rocks from side to side; his collector whaps Zee on the head. "Wake Zee, wake," he chorts in clear throaty sounds.
Zee, being Zee, merely yawns still trusting in others for his safety. “Waaaaatttt,” he cries.
Gima grabs him up. “Shhh, shhh. It’s alright.” She paces, patting his back.
“Fire … the east clearing.” Trell points.
Trell looks at Blathen and nods at his bravest. Blathen nods back. He understands that he is his father’s chosen first lieutenant and is eager to do his best. Hugs are good, but nods are necessary. I can do now and need later. Father has told me. It is true.
Gear collected. Trell scoops Blathen up to put him in his side-sling. "Ready! We go." He motions to Gima.
******
Fire climbs the branches and sputter through the floor of the clearing. With the wind blowing from the west, the flames move in toward the forest away from the meadow, only searing its grassy edge several yards before being blown back.
Surrounded by fire, Hunter wakes coughing and blinded by smoke. Grabbing his boot, he curses the pain as he forces it over his bound foot. Embers, falling from the vines above onto his clothes, burn through to his skin. He rolls to put them out only to land in a pile of smoldering pine cones hidden by the heavy blue smoke. He cries out as his side sizzles.
He manages to get to his feet. Grabbing his walking stick and leaving all else, he throws the remaining water over his head, and presses toward the direction that he hopes is the clearing’s opening to the meadow.
Turning, he looks behind him and can only see that the flames are traveling the direction of the trail. Asmel is on it. Azzy, what have I done, my friend. What have I done?
While Hunter's lungs labor under the intake of smoke, his body still feverish and strained from infection, a root reaches out to fell him to the ground only a bit ahead of the flames that chase him. His charred clothes tear the flesh from his side while his foot throbs with every frantic heartbeat. He can no longer see.
******
Nearly a mile from the clearing, Asmel remembers. Marigolds … blackberries … yes, that’s where I saw them … when Hunter scraped his leg … just up ahead.
Happy that he will soon have what he came for and can turn back, Asmel continues forward. Then he stops. There’s a tree in his path. This is new. He kneels and touches the deep claw marks.
Bear.
A red ant army rushes up Asmel’s arm. It attacks. Other troops head further toward his neck and face before biting. In an attempt to fight them off, he swings around to the left. The lantern in his left hand lands with a loud crash against a tree. He drops his Winchester.
The small battalions are everywhere, finding openings through his clothes to his chest and legs. Blasted ants. Brushing and cursing at them and seeing his rifle alive with red bodies, Asmel jumps and hops down the path away from their territory--the fallen tree.
This decision lands him closer to the blackberry bushes and the marigolds. “Damn … marigolds,” he yells, brushing the last of his attackers from his neck.
The sleeping trio wake.
A curious baby bear toddles out. Seeing Azzy batting and cursing like a maniac, he yowls and rises up on his back legs just like Mama.
Shit!
Asmel only has a few seconds to reach for his dagger before he knows the smell and weight of two hundred and fifty pounds of motherly instinct.
******
Even through the smoke, Gima’s keen eyes can discern a form staggering out from the forest clearing.
“Trelly, look.”
“What? We have to go.” He pushes her toward the stream.
“No, no look. I think it’s Papa Hunter.” Her face and voice show concern.
“We have to go.”
Hunter gets up, takes a few more steps, only to fall again. He gasps and crawls along the burnt grass, smoke logged and weak from infection. With his last reserves of strength, he pulls himself up, hand over hand, on his walking stick, only to stagger forward several more yards into the meadow and black-out.
“Trelly, it’s him in the smoke … the fire.” She lurches toward the speck that struggles, falling in the distance.
“No,” Trell commands. He gives her a firm look and points at Blathan in his side sling and Zee in Gima’s. He grabs her arm, but she pulls away running.
Given no choice, Trell follows his determined mate. To risk so much for a human is beyond Trell's comprehension, but he does it for Gima. The two of them lift and carry the unconscious human to the stream past the cabin in the west of the valley.
******
The wind brings dark clouds from beyond the mountains and rushes through the trees. The tumultuous sky cracks as its intermittent lightning fingers its way above.
Asmel lies on the trail. More blood is on the brambles.
Bears join the exodus east to the river away from the clearing’s smoke and fire. Deer, rabbits, raccoons, badgers—all ford the rushing current. Thunder and lightning whip them forward.
Eventually, the fire smolders in Spring's torrential downpour, and the little red scout comes up from the ants’ underground fire shelter to wander down the trail toward the marigolds. He’s intent to explore whatever it is that lies there, hand outstretched.
******
Trell has many questions as he looks at Hunter—this red-haired, freckled, thin human specimen. Gima, slowly, carefully, removes the torn charred clothing. Trell recognizes the scars on Hunter’s back; they are identical to his own from Ticum's whip. He remembers that only because he had the swiftness to escape Ticum’s bullets did he not have his toes shattered as well. He sees more to this man than an enemy and kneels to help.
Trell touches Gima’s hand. Smiling, she knows that he understands. Placing Hunter in the stream, they work rapidly, knowing time is of the essence in cleansing his burns.
Blathen sees another two-eyed face but with red fuzz like his. He senses Hunter’s distress, gangrenous rot and burnt flesh; he pulls away in disgust. This one harbors death. I know death.
Gima takes dried marigolds from her own medicinal pouch and the coneflowers from her hair and grinds them into a poultice for Hunter’s foot. Then, having no fresh echinacea root, she chews an echinacea’s coneflower and spits the medicine into Hunter’s mouth to fight infection. Trell watches with mixed feelings as her lips touch Hunter's.
Then she speaks. "Trell, will you watch him? I know where to gather comfrey and witch hazel for his burns. I must go."
She removes Zee's sling from her back and places it on the ground without disturbing him.
"Tell me, and I'll go," signs Trell.
"I'll be faster. You can protect them." She motions toward the others. In response to Trell's worried expression she laughs, "I'll be fine." She kisses him quickly and runs, her tall boots splashing across the rocky shallows of the stream.
Trell watches her fade into the forest as fast as a deer racing for its life. He sighs, kicks the ground, and taking out his knife, cuts several twigs from the watching willow tree swaying overhead. He rests his back against it and begins whittling small whistles to entertain his boys who sleep beside him. A snoring, drooling lieutenant with the quiet, peaceful other.
Hunter moans.
Dear Reader: The GLOSSARY is included by request. It's not a required part of the reading. It's merely to assist a new audience. I have added information on herbal remedies for this chapter. Have fun reading. :) barking dog
Previously in Chapter 21:
The Vertant family of Gima, Trell, and their infant boys Zee and Blathen( a Vermel) are in Apple Valley's meadow.
Asmel has left Hunter(both of these characters are human) in the forest's east clearing and is searching for marigolds to add to a poultice for Hunter's injured foot.
Asmel has left Hunter(both of these characters are human) in the forest's east clearing and is searching for marigolds to add to a poultice for Hunter's injured foot.
A black bear and her family are on the trail.
After separating the playful duo, the mother Black Bear pokes through the brambles for blackberries. Suddenly, scenting something else, she burrows her tapered chocolate-brown nose in deeper and deeper and sniffs once, then twice.
In a fury, she tears out, raises her head and with ears alert, pushes her six foot height to standing with arms outstretched. Slobber pours from her mouth as she squalls to warn and oppose the unknown creature whose blood is on the brambles. She bellows and growls, ripping bark from the honey tree to mark her territory, for the safety of the terrified twins that stand—immobile, wide-eyed statues—behind her.
CHAPTER 22:
After separating the playful duo, the mother Black Bear pokes through the brambles for blackberries. Suddenly, scenting something else, she burrows her tapered chocolate-brown nose in deeper and deeper and sniffs once, then twice.
In a fury, she tears out, raises her head and with ears alert, pushes her six foot height to standing with arms outstretched. Slobber pours from her mouth as she squalls to warn and oppose the unknown creature whose blood is on the brambles. She bellows and growls, ripping bark from the honey tree to mark her territory, for the safety of the terrified twins that stand—immobile, wide-eyed statues—behind her.
CHAPTER 22:
Apparently, there is no challenger to Mama bear’s fearsome display. She has frightened away everything in sight, so much so, that even the leaves seem to cling tighter to their branches, and all is quiet. She grumbles a bit more, as if winding down, lowers to all fours, and calls to her young who hurry over to her in a sideways run.
They still wonder what the brouhaha was all about, knowing nothing of danger. Mom was looking pretty darn scary thought one while the other only hoped to be that fierce some day.
She reaches out her big paws and pulls them to her for a reassuring tussle. After ten minutes of nursing to calm their hunger, the cubs roll and romp again without fear.
With all of this excitement, the hungry bear’s stomach rumbles are nearly as loud as her previous roars. Secure in the fact that there’s no predatory threat, she sets about accomplishing the task that brought her here in the first place—gathering honey.
Standing up again, she leans into and rocks the dying tree. Angered by her intrusion, a swarm of dive-bombing, yellow and black kamikazes relentlessly attack her, but to no avail. She snaps, eating them. Others find it impossible to penetrate her thick coat, so buzz in a furry around her head.
Soon, the tired tree crashes to the ground. Mama Bear reaches her large, long-clawed paw inside the swarming entrance to retrieve and throw honey combs the distance to her cubs who romp about greedily chewing their first taste of sweetness beyond berries and their mother’s milk. The rotund twins gorge to their hearts content as does their huge mother who waddles away bleating softly to them, "Follow."
The twins totter off the trail behind her. They look a mess with twigs and leaves all honey-stuck to their fur, but they pay no mind as they squeal and pant batting around a pine cone.
Mama takes them one by one, and holds him with a firm paw for a thorough washing. Her tongue seeks out all the places that honey might hide, and even though each twin protests, it continues.
Finally with bath time complete, the attentive mother heaves a sigh, rolls over, full belly up,shiny padded feet in the air, to rest in the cool shade just behind the stand of blackberries. The spiffy twins suckle and snuggle, falling asleep to their mother’s comforting snore.
A few bees buzz mournfully around their fallen home; soon many return to retrieve what they can, relegated to an alternate hive.
The fallen tree lays silent. Its heart buzzes no more.
Small lizards slink over the tree’s aged dry bark, in and out of its torn entrance, but take no permanent interest. A brown rabbit peeks at possibilities then smelling bear hurries away.
As the sun travels west, good fortune smiles on the fallen tree. A small red scout has told his family. And soon thousands of busy carpenters scurry about forming committees to design many intricate tunnels which will, no doubt, improve this obviously long neglected prime real estate.
The tree is alive again.
*******
Wind moves through the early evening meadow. It blows toward the east clearing. Hunter’s pain has eased so he dozes off, inattentive to sparks that jump from the campfire to dance and playfully swirl in the wind. They land on dry hanging vines and tumble along the forest floor seeking pinecones and other dry tinder to ignite. Encouraged by the wind, crackling flames begin.
Animals of all sizes, friend and foe, run east toward the river at the early scent of smoke.
******
Blathen is the first to wake. He’s a siren in high gear.
Trell and Gima’s peaceful moment ends.
“Gima, put on your boots.” Trell begins lacing his.
“Boots? Trelly, why?”
Trell gives Gima a firm stare, at which she, quickly, jumps to her feet, pulls on her deerskin vest and leggings, and laces the sturdy tall boots that Trell had sewn for her in expectation of a long journey. She packs her sandals away for another more carefree time. “What is it?” she asks.
“Look at Blathen,” Trell chorts, hurridly packing. “Smell ... smoke's in the air.”
Blathen bounces like water on a hot skillet, waving his collector up and down in frantic warning. He tries to rouse Zee with a firm pull of the leg. At the same time, even though he does feel afraid of this strange smell, he controls any instinct to protrude his claws. He senses a warm inner strength—pride. Father was right—again. I like this control.
Blathen tugs and tugs at his brother. His little body rocks from side to side; his collector whaps Zee on the head. "Wake Zee, wake," he chorts in clear throaty sounds.
Zee, being Zee, merely yawns still trusting in others for his safety. “Waaaaatttt,” he cries.
Gima grabs him up. “Shhh, shhh. It’s alright.” She paces, patting his back.
“Fire … the east clearing.” Trell points.
Trell looks at Blathen and nods at his bravest. Blathen nods back. He understands that he is his father’s chosen first lieutenant and is eager to do his best. Hugs are good, but nods are necessary. I can do now and need later. Father has told me. It is true.
Gear collected. Trell scoops Blathen up to put him in his side-sling. "Ready! We go." He motions to Gima.
******
Fire climbs the branches and sputter through the floor of the clearing. With the wind blowing from the west, the flames move in toward the forest away from the meadow, only searing its grassy edge several yards before being blown back.
Surrounded by fire, Hunter wakes coughing and blinded by smoke. Grabbing his boot, he curses the pain as he forces it over his bound foot. Embers, falling from the vines above onto his clothes, burn through to his skin. He rolls to put them out only to land in a pile of smoldering pine cones hidden by the heavy blue smoke. He cries out as his side sizzles.
He manages to get to his feet. Grabbing his walking stick and leaving all else, he throws the remaining water over his head, and presses toward the direction that he hopes is the clearing’s opening to the meadow.
Turning, he looks behind him and can only see that the flames are traveling the direction of the trail. Asmel is on it. Azzy, what have I done, my friend. What have I done?
While Hunter's lungs labor under the intake of smoke, his body still feverish and strained from infection, a root reaches out to fell him to the ground only a bit ahead of the flames that chase him. His charred clothes tear the flesh from his side while his foot throbs with every frantic heartbeat. He can no longer see.
******
Nearly a mile from the clearing, Asmel remembers. Marigolds … blackberries … yes, that’s where I saw them … when Hunter scraped his leg … just up ahead.
Happy that he will soon have what he came for and can turn back, Asmel continues forward. Then he stops. There’s a tree in his path. This is new. He kneels and touches the deep claw marks.
Bear.
A red ant army rushes up Asmel’s arm. It attacks. Other troops head further toward his neck and face before biting. In an attempt to fight them off, he swings around to the left. The lantern in his left hand lands with a loud crash against a tree. He drops his Winchester.
The small battalions are everywhere, finding openings through his clothes to his chest and legs. Blasted ants. Brushing and cursing at them and seeing his rifle alive with red bodies, Asmel jumps and hops down the path away from their territory--the fallen tree.
This decision lands him closer to the blackberry bushes and the marigolds. “Damn … marigolds,” he yells, brushing the last of his attackers from his neck.
The sleeping trio wake.
A curious baby bear toddles out. Seeing Azzy batting and cursing like a maniac, he yowls and rises up on his back legs just like Mama.
Shit!
Asmel only has a few seconds to reach for his dagger before he knows the smell and weight of two hundred and fifty pounds of motherly instinct.
******
Even through the smoke, Gima’s keen eyes can discern a form staggering out from the forest clearing.
“Trelly, look.”
“What? We have to go.” He pushes her toward the stream.
“No, no look. I think it’s Papa Hunter.” Her face and voice show concern.
“We have to go.”
Hunter gets up, takes a few more steps, only to fall again. He gasps and crawls along the burnt grass, smoke logged and weak from infection. With his last reserves of strength, he pulls himself up, hand over hand, on his walking stick, only to stagger forward several more yards into the meadow and black-out.
“Trelly, it’s him in the smoke … the fire.” She lurches toward the speck that struggles, falling in the distance.
“No,” Trell commands. He gives her a firm look and points at Blathan in his side sling and Zee in Gima’s. He grabs her arm, but she pulls away running.
Given no choice, Trell follows his determined mate. To risk so much for a human is beyond Trell's comprehension, but he does it for Gima. The two of them lift and carry the unconscious human to the stream past the cabin in the west of the valley.
******
The wind brings dark clouds from beyond the mountains and rushes through the trees. The tumultuous sky cracks as its intermittent lightning fingers its way above.
Asmel lies on the trail. More blood is on the brambles.
Bears join the exodus east to the river away from the clearing’s smoke and fire. Deer, rabbits, raccoons, badgers—all ford the rushing current. Thunder and lightning whip them forward.
Eventually, the fire smolders in Spring's torrential downpour, and the little red scout comes up from the ants’ underground fire shelter to wander down the trail toward the marigolds. He’s intent to explore whatever it is that lies there, hand outstretched.
******
Trell has many questions as he looks at Hunter—this red-haired, freckled, thin human specimen. Gima, slowly, carefully, removes the torn charred clothing. Trell recognizes the scars on Hunter’s back; they are identical to his own from Ticum's whip. He remembers that only because he had the swiftness to escape Ticum’s bullets did he not have his toes shattered as well. He sees more to this man than an enemy and kneels to help.
Trell touches Gima’s hand. Smiling, she knows that he understands. Placing Hunter in the stream, they work rapidly, knowing time is of the essence in cleansing his burns.
Blathen sees another two-eyed face but with red fuzz like his. He senses Hunter’s distress, gangrenous rot and burnt flesh; he pulls away in disgust. This one harbors death. I know death.
Gima takes dried marigolds from her own medicinal pouch and the coneflowers from her hair and grinds them into a poultice for Hunter’s foot. Then, having no fresh echinacea root, she chews an echinacea’s coneflower and spits the medicine into Hunter’s mouth to fight infection. Trell watches with mixed feelings as her lips touch Hunter's.
Then she speaks. "Trell, will you watch him? I know where to gather comfrey and witch hazel for his burns. I must go."
She removes Zee's sling from her back and places it on the ground without disturbing him.
"Tell me, and I'll go," signs Trell.
"I'll be faster. You can protect them." She motions toward the others. In response to Trell's worried expression she laughs, "I'll be fine." She kisses him quickly and runs, her tall boots splashing across the rocky shallows of the stream.
Trell watches her fade into the forest as fast as a deer racing for its life. He sighs, kicks the ground, and taking out his knife, cuts several twigs from the watching willow tree swaying overhead. He rests his back against it and begins whittling small whistles to entertain his boys who sleep beside him. A snoring, drooling lieutenant with the quiet, peaceful other.
Hunter moans.
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I would like to thank Lorac 1 for his 'Bear Display.'
HERBAL INFORMATION:
ECHINACEA- an herbal remedy prepared from the pulverized leaves and stems of purple coneflowers, thought to bolster the immune system; Echinacea (E. purpurea, angustifolia, pallida), while more famous for its immune-enhancing properties, was used topically by Native Americans and white settlers to heal wounds, insect stings, and snake bites. Scientific studies confirm that plant extracts are anti-inflammatory and hasten skin repair. Chemical constituents of echinacea also protect collagen (the protein that gives skin its strength) from free radical damage, as can happen after exposure to ultraviolet light. The plant also inhibits hyaluronidase, an enzyme that digests connective tissue (including the gel-like matrix in the deeper layers of the skin). Theoretically, inhibit of this enzyme can help keep that skin Jello intact, retard the spread of toxins through tissues, and keep tissues from leaking fluids (as happens after a bee sting). Echinacea also has some activity against bacterial and fungi.
http://www.herbco.com/t-herbs-for-skin.aspx
MARIGOLD:
The marigold plant acts as an anti-inflammatory and soothing agent, helping to reduce inflammation due to irritation, pain and swelling. By speeding up healing time, the marigold also protects against bacterial infection when used on burns, stings and other inflammation of the body or on the skin. Marigold can be used on any inflamed or infected skin, and even aids in reducing varicose ulcers. A compress of marigold flowers is used on irritated and inflamed skin, while a juice made from marigold leaves can be used to heal warts. Marigold juice may be made not only from leaves, but from stems and flowers as well.
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COMFREY:
One of the most common uses of Comfrey extract is as a skin treatment. The plant contains the small organic molecule allantoin, which is thought to stimulate cell growth and repair while simultaneously depressing inflammation
From the Univ. of Maryland Med. Center as sited on Wikipedia
UNDER EARTH SPECIES:
Vertant-the off-spring of two Vermel; looks human.
Vermel-mutated humans who live in Under Earth; communicate via sign language and various sounds; noted by their single, particulate-collector naris; one eye; dark or red, coarse body hair; flat or twisted feet with three to six long toes; three fingered hands with long curving claw-like nails; pointed teeth in irregular, double rows; intelligent, but with strong base instincts.
Particulate collector - a Vermel adaptation to living in a polluted underground; mutation ; porous tubular filaments; can extend from the naris in a searching fashion; they both taste and smell; alert to emotions of other species; Vertants may or may not have remnant nodes in nasal pharynx tissue(back of throat).
dissident-rebel, nonconformist, protester;
somebody who publicly disagrees with an established political or religious system or organization.
DRINKS & SMOKING
Elixirs:
Euphoric-Blue - arouses passion without arousing anger or fear
Green - calms aggression and base tendencies to mutilate, kill, cannibalize
Caramel-clarity(female enhancement)
Ruby-rigidity (male enhancement)
Fitzel- a carbonated alcoholic beverage; a light intoxication; makes one funny, silly, uninhibited, kind
Smoking- usually a mix of madine and sedderthal Hallucinogenic fungi grown in Bellow City
Fazil- a smoking or chewing compound that stains the teeth
Arnag-a fungus grown as food; a favorite rubber-chew flavor
LOCATIONS:
Under Earth- a civilization that exists totally under ground; Vermel territory.
Bellow City- located in Under Earth.
Jacknel's Arena- where Hunter and Trell were trained and exploited as 'Man' and 'Man #2'.
Club ErrOw- a dance club downstairs; Chambers for coupling are upstairs.
Sadie's Palace - a night spot where Vertant males are displayed for Vermel viewing and pleasure; masterbation columns are very popular in the Mural Room as is the free elixir bar.
Alitian - Sir Alitus was the atrium's designer
CHARACTERS:
Gima-a Vertant; rescued and raised by Hunter and Asmel
Trell- a Vertant; raised by Vermel, escaped to Upper Earth; has not yet learned to speak but has learned to understand it from Gima, his mate.
Blathen- Gima and Trell's Vermel son; single, particulate-collector naris, one eye; on the hierarchy of Vermel his appearance labels him a Prime-One.
Zee-Gima's second son who looks human
Hunter- Nigel once a business man in the city; was captured and tortured by Ticum to become 'Man' in Jacknel's Arena in Bellow City; 'Papa' to Gima; suffers from PTSD.
Asmal- a survivalist; built a cabin in the mountains; rescued Hunter; raised Gima with Hunter; 'Papa-Azzy' to Gima
Ticum-Vermel;Jacknel's Circus trainer; beat and tortured Hunter; deceased
Trum- Vermel; Ticum's brother; Trell's trainer at Jacknel's Arena
Sadie- runs a display and pleasure house featuring male Vertants.
Milim - Sadie's assistant a Vermel
Picar-Vertant at Sadie's
Jami-Picar's Vertant lover; Sadie's favorite.
Mr. Arnst- Trell's abusive uncle; now a caznu(neutered)and no longer abusive
Rom- Arnst's younger companion, lover
Disposal Officer- Designated by numbers e.g. DO-45, DO-50; executioners; but they sell their prisoners, usually Vertants, on the black-market to various shady characters like Jacknel and Sadie for use in sport, entertainment, pleasure and artificial insemination collection and sales.
Trolious- Head of Ministerial Affairs; Trell's father; Sadie's first cousin
Lida - Trolious' wife; Trell's mother
Betta - Lida's sister in Cindel City; raised Trell
Larue- Assistant of Ministerial Affairs; canzu(involuntarilly castrated by Dyrel) Vermel
Brackus- Larue's Vertant charge and lover
Lem- the youngest Vertant to escape with Larue's help
Rolak- Chief Enforcement Officer
Vermel speech/sounds:
twortle-a sound pattern distinctive to the Vermel; a combination of glottal stops, tongue click-clucks and snorts; an assertive pattern.
chort- throaty sounds varying in tonal inflection and duration; normal speech; he chorts=he says.
toning- saying; using a series of sounds other than speech
thrumping songs-songs Trell learned growing up in Bellow City, Under Earth; melodic, throaty, glottal.
Vocabulary:
particulate collector - a Vermel adaptation, mutation; porous tubular filaments; can extend from the naris in a searching fashion; they both taste and smell; alert to emotions of other species; Vertants may or may not have remnants; nodes in nasal pharynx tissue may be all that remain in Vertant.
Arnag-a fungus grown as food; a favorite rubber-chew flavor
Caznu-neutered male Vermel; usually gay and neutered by choice for the good of the gene pool by decree of Trolious ; castration is a common punishment regardless of sexual orientation.
And-End - Amen
Pernard- a Vermel curse
Dangle- a Vermel penis; they have two dangles.
Mintrinet - minute
alum- short for aluminium; usually recycled cans; a valued metal.
mold-blossom - a fungi; small, dark brown and caramel colored flowerettes cluster to form a large crysantehmum-type flower; its heavy, sweet decaying scent is used in perfumed oil.
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ECHINACEA- an herbal remedy prepared from the pulverized leaves and stems of purple coneflowers, thought to bolster the immune system; Echinacea (E. purpurea, angustifolia, pallida), while more famous for its immune-enhancing properties, was used topically by Native Americans and white settlers to heal wounds, insect stings, and snake bites. Scientific studies confirm that plant extracts are anti-inflammatory and hasten skin repair. Chemical constituents of echinacea also protect collagen (the protein that gives skin its strength) from free radical damage, as can happen after exposure to ultraviolet light. The plant also inhibits hyaluronidase, an enzyme that digests connective tissue (including the gel-like matrix in the deeper layers of the skin). Theoretically, inhibit of this enzyme can help keep that skin Jello intact, retard the spread of toxins through tissues, and keep tissues from leaking fluids (as happens after a bee sting). Echinacea also has some activity against bacterial and fungi.
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MARIGOLD:
The marigold plant acts as an anti-inflammatory and soothing agent, helping to reduce inflammation due to irritation, pain and swelling. By speeding up healing time, the marigold also protects against bacterial infection when used on burns, stings and other inflammation of the body or on the skin. Marigold can be used on any inflamed or infected skin, and even aids in reducing varicose ulcers. A compress of marigold flowers is used on irritated and inflamed skin, while a juice made from marigold leaves can be used to heal warts. Marigold juice may be made not only from leaves, but from stems and flowers as well.
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COMFREY:
One of the most common uses of Comfrey extract is as a skin treatment. The plant contains the small organic molecule allantoin, which is thought to stimulate cell growth and repair while simultaneously depressing inflammation
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UNDER EARTH SPECIES:
Vertant-the off-spring of two Vermel; looks human.
Vermel-mutated humans who live in Under Earth; communicate via sign language and various sounds; noted by their single, particulate-collector naris; one eye; dark or red, coarse body hair; flat or twisted feet with three to six long toes; three fingered hands with long curving claw-like nails; pointed teeth in irregular, double rows; intelligent, but with strong base instincts.
Particulate collector - a Vermel adaptation to living in a polluted underground; mutation ; porous tubular filaments; can extend from the naris in a searching fashion; they both taste and smell; alert to emotions of other species; Vertants may or may not have remnant nodes in nasal pharynx tissue(back of throat).
dissident-rebel, nonconformist, protester;
somebody who publicly disagrees with an established political or religious system or organization.
DRINKS & SMOKING
Elixirs:
Euphoric-Blue - arouses passion without arousing anger or fear
Green - calms aggression and base tendencies to mutilate, kill, cannibalize
Caramel-clarity(female enhancement)
Ruby-rigidity (male enhancement)
Fitzel- a carbonated alcoholic beverage; a light intoxication; makes one funny, silly, uninhibited, kind
Smoking- usually a mix of madine and sedderthal Hallucinogenic fungi grown in Bellow City
Fazil- a smoking or chewing compound that stains the teeth
Arnag-a fungus grown as food; a favorite rubber-chew flavor
LOCATIONS:
Under Earth- a civilization that exists totally under ground; Vermel territory.
Bellow City- located in Under Earth.
Jacknel's Arena- where Hunter and Trell were trained and exploited as 'Man' and 'Man #2'.
Club ErrOw- a dance club downstairs; Chambers for coupling are upstairs.
Sadie's Palace - a night spot where Vertant males are displayed for Vermel viewing and pleasure; masterbation columns are very popular in the Mural Room as is the free elixir bar.
Alitian - Sir Alitus was the atrium's designer
CHARACTERS:
Gima-a Vertant; rescued and raised by Hunter and Asmel
Trell- a Vertant; raised by Vermel, escaped to Upper Earth; has not yet learned to speak but has learned to understand it from Gima, his mate.
Blathen- Gima and Trell's Vermel son; single, particulate-collector naris, one eye; on the hierarchy of Vermel his appearance labels him a Prime-One.
Zee-Gima's second son who looks human
Hunter- Nigel once a business man in the city; was captured and tortured by Ticum to become 'Man' in Jacknel's Arena in Bellow City; 'Papa' to Gima; suffers from PTSD.
Asmal- a survivalist; built a cabin in the mountains; rescued Hunter; raised Gima with Hunter; 'Papa-Azzy' to Gima
Ticum-Vermel;Jacknel's Circus trainer; beat and tortured Hunter; deceased
Trum- Vermel; Ticum's brother; Trell's trainer at Jacknel's Arena
Sadie- runs a display and pleasure house featuring male Vertants.
Milim - Sadie's assistant a Vermel
Picar-Vertant at Sadie's
Jami-Picar's Vertant lover; Sadie's favorite.
Mr. Arnst- Trell's abusive uncle; now a caznu(neutered)and no longer abusive
Rom- Arnst's younger companion, lover
Disposal Officer- Designated by numbers e.g. DO-45, DO-50; executioners; but they sell their prisoners, usually Vertants, on the black-market to various shady characters like Jacknel and Sadie for use in sport, entertainment, pleasure and artificial insemination collection and sales.
Trolious- Head of Ministerial Affairs; Trell's father; Sadie's first cousin
Lida - Trolious' wife; Trell's mother
Betta - Lida's sister in Cindel City; raised Trell
Larue- Assistant of Ministerial Affairs; canzu(involuntarilly castrated by Dyrel) Vermel
Brackus- Larue's Vertant charge and lover
Lem- the youngest Vertant to escape with Larue's help
Rolak- Chief Enforcement Officer
Vermel speech/sounds:
twortle-a sound pattern distinctive to the Vermel; a combination of glottal stops, tongue click-clucks and snorts; an assertive pattern.
chort- throaty sounds varying in tonal inflection and duration; normal speech; he chorts=he says.
toning- saying; using a series of sounds other than speech
thrumping songs-songs Trell learned growing up in Bellow City, Under Earth; melodic, throaty, glottal.
Vocabulary:
particulate collector - a Vermel adaptation, mutation; porous tubular filaments; can extend from the naris in a searching fashion; they both taste and smell; alert to emotions of other species; Vertants may or may not have remnants; nodes in nasal pharynx tissue may be all that remain in Vertant.
Arnag-a fungus grown as food; a favorite rubber-chew flavor
Caznu-neutered male Vermel; usually gay and neutered by choice for the good of the gene pool by decree of Trolious ; castration is a common punishment regardless of sexual orientation.
And-End - Amen
Pernard- a Vermel curse
Dangle- a Vermel penis; they have two dangles.
Mintrinet - minute
alum- short for aluminium; usually recycled cans; a valued metal.
mold-blossom - a fungi; small, dark brown and caramel colored flowerettes cluster to form a large crysantehmum-type flower; its heavy, sweet decaying scent is used in perfumed oil.
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