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Trell baby-sits and tends Hunter
A chapter in the book Gima The Beginning
Gima: Lost
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. Thank you for reading. :) barking dog
Previously in Chapter 23:
Trell and Gima, two Vertants, rescued Hunter, a human, from a fire in the east forest and carried him to the north side of Apple Valley where he lies unconscious beside a stream.
Trell stays to tend him while Gima leaves Apple Valley and heads northwest looking for comfrey, a healing herb.
Asmel, Hunter's friend, lies wounded by a black bear on the east forest trail.
CHAPTER 24
Baby-sitting and watching the sick prove to be daunting tasks for Trell. Zee wails, off and on, sending squirrels scampering away through high branches while Blathen tries to control his hunger by holding his breath, thus turning purple. Hunter's mumbling is non-stop, and for the most part, unintelligible.
Determined to impress Gima, Trell attends to Hunter. Ground coneflowers soak, brewing an antibacterial tea. He smears egg white on angry burns, applies a mix of allantoin rich corn silk and aloe to Hunter’s seared right side and lays an echinacea-marigold poultice on the human's torn toes. Finally, Trell covers him with yards of hanging moss collected from the oaks to shield him from gnats and flies.
The results are loud and annoying. Hunter’s fitful repetition of Gima’s name and something about Azzy are enough to make Trell instinctively want to finish him. Drowning … suffocation … a prick of my knife.
Walking about, extremely frustrated, Trell throws several rocks far into the field. He watches them land, each one farther than the one preceding it, and raising his hands to his mouth, yells at the top of his lungs, “Gima.”
Zee’s squalling starts again. This time, it’s much louder and its pitch, sharper. The pitch is so excruciating for the roosting sparrows that they complain and flee to another tree.
Zee’s entire body shakes, as his cries cause him to spasm and hiccough. Uncomfortable and sweaty, he relieves his bowels. He's paler than his usual whiter than white. Even his freckles seem to have disappeared.
Hands lifted to the sky, Trell calls out, again, “Gima.”
With what feels like his whole world pressing in on him, Trell covers his ears to mute Hunter’s loud muttering, Zee’s ear-piercing cries, and Blathen’s incessant laughter at the madness.
Driven to the brink of Vertant patience with sounds that have little meaning to him, Trell twists from side to side, trying to decide what to do.
Blathen stops laughing, and in a knowing tone, arms crossed, he interjects, “Remember father … control.” The purple lieutenant resumes holding his breath— making a prune face about Zee’s stench.
Trell turns away. My words come back to haunt me. Gods of my fathers … I need help.
He looks at Zee and, taking a deep breath, tones, “Let’s go, dirty boy.”
Trell, gingerly, picks up the noisy squirmer. With a firm grip under the arm pits, he holds him at a distance. Blathen laughs at Zee’s bottom, now as red as a Jonathon from the apple grove.
Trell waddles wide-legged to the stream, his arms at full length in front of him as if presenting an offering. He dips Zee, up and down, swishing him about. Making short work of an unpleasant task, he shakes the fussy wet infant like a slippery fish, being sure to hold the wiggler tight.
With one hand strategically balancing the bald, now pink, wonder on his hip, Trell searches through a deer skin bag with the other. Where did she put your coverings?
Things that Gima had carefully packed for the boys fly everywhere. Most of them land on Blathen who delights being buried and peeks out of a crack between a woven moss tunic and deerskin leggings draped over his head. I disappear. I’m invisible. Fun. He crouches under the growing pile and holds very still.
Dry and warm in a leather vest and woven hemp pants, Trell lays Zee down on a rabbit pelt blanket. Comfortable but still hungry, the chubby imp whimpers, sucking on his thumb, totally bewildered as to why Gima has disappeared with his milk. Pacified, for now, he entertains himself shaking and gumming a wooden rattle with deerhide streamers.
******
After hours of searching for comfrey plants, Gima, finally, stands still, looks around and admits, “I’m lost.”
With no markers in this unfamiliar northern territory, everything looks the same. In her hurry, Gima forgot Azzy’s first two rules: make note of where you are and mark a way to return from whence you came. She’s done neither.
Bears, wolves and other night predators will be waking, soon, to hunt. And here I am warm, sweaty—ripe.
In a matter of seconds, she stands naked, feeling vulnerable, but she has a purpose—to be rid of as much of her scent as possible. She cleans herself with dirt which mixes with her sweat, painting her a reddish brown. Then she crushes leaves and rubs their moist green and minty smells into her skin.
Gima abandons her pile of discarded clothing. And barefoot she runs, swiftly, under the towering sycamores deeper into the wilderness toward the range of blue mountains. Her earth brown skin is but a shadow flickering through the brownish-red bark of the giant trees.
Not far behind, a cougar trails Gima. The massive cat picked up on her scent at the dead rattlesnake's den.
Invaders are not tolerated. Gima's scent is strange and mixed with the smell of rattlesnake; it poses a territorial threat to this hungry one-hundred and fifty pound mother of three.
Gima's smell travels on a current of air. The cougar crouches when she spots the 'sleeping' pile.
Invader.
The tawny female slinks forward and with her powerful hind quarters thrusts herself fifteen feet onto the target. It’s a direct hit. Snarling, she tears the sweat stained, discarded skins to shreds, finding nothing.
Foiled, the amber-eyed queen, round ears erect, prowls the area and sees only broken branches and crushed leaves. She sniffs the ground and growls. Her big paws toss branches and pound silently on the forest floor in anger. I’ve lost a trail. I’ve never lost a trail. The scent, just, disappeared.
Bewildered but not defeated, the cougar lowers her head and walks on.
******
With Zee clean and content, Trell is feeling very pleased with himself. Chest out, chin high, he paces his ground, guarding his charges.
One son down—another pops up.
“Hungry, Daddy. Hungry.” Blathen opens and closes his hands with a gleam in his dark eye; pointed edges peek out between irregular fat lips.
“Behave,” Trell warns, wagging his finger, and hands Blathen the last of the corn from his satchel.
Blathen nods politely and with a calm hand he gently takes the corn. Then turning to the side, he lowers his head and tears into it. After a huge roaring burp, the satisfied plump vermel’s normal dark pinkish-tan complexion returns. He beams—his double rows of teeth filled with kernels.
While he continues to play in the pile of assorted goodies, Blathen sees his treasured toy—the wolf bone that he carried from the cabin after his first kill. “Mine, mine,” he chorts, crawling toward it. He grabs the well gnawed thigh bone and curls up on his side. Then tucking the pacifier under his chin, he hums it a lullaby.
Pleasant feelings rush through Trell when he hears the familiar Under Earth tune and sees his boys together. Though it’s not a boar pig’s rib, as his was, Blathen’s treasure is, still, a bone. And it did come from a righteous kill—something any father would be proud of.
At last, a moment’s peace.
Trell sits to continue making whistles from his birch cuttings.
******
Tired and confused, with no safe shelter, Gima searchs, looking for somewhere to spend the night. She remembers Azzy’s lesson to stay on the trails and to step on rocks or solid ground, as much as possible. She runs with light steps and wide strides, zigzagging from the path and back again, being careful not to leave a trail of bent branches or crushed ground cover.
After running many miles—the sounds of the day have ceased, and the night frogs and rustlings of nocturnals surround her—Gima sees the perfect oak. It reminds her of the one she used to climb as a child beside the Whitetail River. She springs up, catches a low branch and swings herself higher to a comfortable unclaimed fork.
Gima pulls her legs up. For warmth, she pulls moss from the branches down around her and hugs her leather gathering bag. Settled in for the night, Gima lowers her chin to rest. She's such a small speck in a large forest, only the chattering of her teeth might give her away to a keen ear.
She hears a rustling in the bushes below and holds her breath. Then an odd shape, tapered at both ends with an armoured round back and body, scurries to a large mound and begins digging. Gima breathes a sigh of relief.
Armadillo ... hunting ants.
Fears eased about her own situation, Gima worries for her family. Her breasts ache and begin to leak milk at the thought of Blathen and Zee. My very hungry boys.
Gima tries to catch the seeping milk and lick it from her hands, but it expresses too quickly. Faster and faster. She can't get it all. It trails down her onto the branch.
******
Suddenly, Zee can’t take it any longer, and throwing his gourd rattle, screams with hunger.
Blathen rises up, bone in hand, looks and waggles his finger. “Behave.”
Trell wishes he’d never had that talk with Blathen about self-control and, at the same time, he wants to thrash Zee into silence. A sound thrashing is the way it should be done. The way … Aunt Betta taught silence. I’d never have dared show such weakness, never. Grrr ... this is not what I choose to do. This is not what a male is meant to do.
Trell clenches his fists and walks toward the meadow to escape the piercing cries of one son and the bone wielding, reminders of the other.
In front of him, several doe graze on corn while their fawns play ‘grown-up bucks,’ nearby.
Another doe eats fallen apples from the grove just about twenty gallops to his right. Her baby pulls and presses milk from her teat; its tail wags, flashing white at success.
Trell is swift and Zee is fed.
With her fawn in tandem, the doe trots away, back to the apples.
Exhausted, Trell flops down on his back in the grass, his arms flung wide. Blathen's hand, clutching his bone, rests on his father's right arm. Zee snuggles against Trell's left side, sucking his thumb.
Trell's eyes are heavy with sleep, and as he nods off, a shiny red apple rolls from his hand. Swiftly, a claw spears it; with a single crunch-slurp, it's gone.
Hunter sits up.
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. Thank you for reading. :) barking dog
Previously in Chapter 23:
Trell and Gima, two Vertants, rescued Hunter, a human, from a fire in the east forest and carried him to the north side of Apple Valley where he lies unconscious beside a stream.
Trell stays to tend him while Gima leaves Apple Valley and heads northwest looking for comfrey, a healing herb.
Asmel, Hunter's friend, lies wounded by a black bear on the east forest trail.
CHAPTER 24
Baby-sitting and watching the sick prove to be daunting tasks for Trell. Zee wails, off and on, sending squirrels scampering away through high branches while Blathen tries to control his hunger by holding his breath, thus turning purple. Hunter's mumbling is non-stop, and for the most part, unintelligible.
Determined to impress Gima, Trell attends to Hunter. Ground coneflowers soak, brewing an antibacterial tea. He smears egg white on angry burns, applies a mix of allantoin rich corn silk and aloe to Hunter’s seared right side and lays an echinacea-marigold poultice on the human's torn toes. Finally, Trell covers him with yards of hanging moss collected from the oaks to shield him from gnats and flies.
The results are loud and annoying. Hunter’s fitful repetition of Gima’s name and something about Azzy are enough to make Trell instinctively want to finish him. Drowning … suffocation … a prick of my knife.
Walking about, extremely frustrated, Trell throws several rocks far into the field. He watches them land, each one farther than the one preceding it, and raising his hands to his mouth, yells at the top of his lungs, “Gima.”
Zee’s squalling starts again. This time, it’s much louder and its pitch, sharper. The pitch is so excruciating for the roosting sparrows that they complain and flee to another tree.
Zee’s entire body shakes, as his cries cause him to spasm and hiccough. Uncomfortable and sweaty, he relieves his bowels. He's paler than his usual whiter than white. Even his freckles seem to have disappeared.
Hands lifted to the sky, Trell calls out, again, “Gima.”
With what feels like his whole world pressing in on him, Trell covers his ears to mute Hunter’s loud muttering, Zee’s ear-piercing cries, and Blathen’s incessant laughter at the madness.
Driven to the brink of Vertant patience with sounds that have little meaning to him, Trell twists from side to side, trying to decide what to do.
Blathen stops laughing, and in a knowing tone, arms crossed, he interjects, “Remember father … control.” The purple lieutenant resumes holding his breath— making a prune face about Zee’s stench.
Trell turns away. My words come back to haunt me. Gods of my fathers … I need help.
He looks at Zee and, taking a deep breath, tones, “Let’s go, dirty boy.”
Trell, gingerly, picks up the noisy squirmer. With a firm grip under the arm pits, he holds him at a distance. Blathen laughs at Zee’s bottom, now as red as a Jonathon from the apple grove.
Trell waddles wide-legged to the stream, his arms at full length in front of him as if presenting an offering. He dips Zee, up and down, swishing him about. Making short work of an unpleasant task, he shakes the fussy wet infant like a slippery fish, being sure to hold the wiggler tight.
With one hand strategically balancing the bald, now pink, wonder on his hip, Trell searches through a deer skin bag with the other. Where did she put your coverings?
Things that Gima had carefully packed for the boys fly everywhere. Most of them land on Blathen who delights being buried and peeks out of a crack between a woven moss tunic and deerskin leggings draped over his head. I disappear. I’m invisible. Fun. He crouches under the growing pile and holds very still.
Dry and warm in a leather vest and woven hemp pants, Trell lays Zee down on a rabbit pelt blanket. Comfortable but still hungry, the chubby imp whimpers, sucking on his thumb, totally bewildered as to why Gima has disappeared with his milk. Pacified, for now, he entertains himself shaking and gumming a wooden rattle with deerhide streamers.
******
After hours of searching for comfrey plants, Gima, finally, stands still, looks around and admits, “I’m lost.”
With no markers in this unfamiliar northern territory, everything looks the same. In her hurry, Gima forgot Azzy’s first two rules: make note of where you are and mark a way to return from whence you came. She’s done neither.
Bears, wolves and other night predators will be waking, soon, to hunt. And here I am warm, sweaty—ripe.
In a matter of seconds, she stands naked, feeling vulnerable, but she has a purpose—to be rid of as much of her scent as possible. She cleans herself with dirt which mixes with her sweat, painting her a reddish brown. Then she crushes leaves and rubs their moist green and minty smells into her skin.
Gima abandons her pile of discarded clothing. And barefoot she runs, swiftly, under the towering sycamores deeper into the wilderness toward the range of blue mountains. Her earth brown skin is but a shadow flickering through the brownish-red bark of the giant trees.
Not far behind, a cougar trails Gima. The massive cat picked up on her scent at the dead rattlesnake's den.
Invaders are not tolerated. Gima's scent is strange and mixed with the smell of rattlesnake; it poses a territorial threat to this hungry one-hundred and fifty pound mother of three.
Gima's smell travels on a current of air. The cougar crouches when she spots the 'sleeping' pile.
Invader.
The tawny female slinks forward and with her powerful hind quarters thrusts herself fifteen feet onto the target. It’s a direct hit. Snarling, she tears the sweat stained, discarded skins to shreds, finding nothing.
Foiled, the amber-eyed queen, round ears erect, prowls the area and sees only broken branches and crushed leaves. She sniffs the ground and growls. Her big paws toss branches and pound silently on the forest floor in anger. I’ve lost a trail. I’ve never lost a trail. The scent, just, disappeared.
Bewildered but not defeated, the cougar lowers her head and walks on.
******
With Zee clean and content, Trell is feeling very pleased with himself. Chest out, chin high, he paces his ground, guarding his charges.
One son down—another pops up.
“Hungry, Daddy. Hungry.” Blathen opens and closes his hands with a gleam in his dark eye; pointed edges peek out between irregular fat lips.
“Behave,” Trell warns, wagging his finger, and hands Blathen the last of the corn from his satchel.
Blathen nods politely and with a calm hand he gently takes the corn. Then turning to the side, he lowers his head and tears into it. After a huge roaring burp, the satisfied plump vermel’s normal dark pinkish-tan complexion returns. He beams—his double rows of teeth filled with kernels.
While he continues to play in the pile of assorted goodies, Blathen sees his treasured toy—the wolf bone that he carried from the cabin after his first kill. “Mine, mine,” he chorts, crawling toward it. He grabs the well gnawed thigh bone and curls up on his side. Then tucking the pacifier under his chin, he hums it a lullaby.
Pleasant feelings rush through Trell when he hears the familiar Under Earth tune and sees his boys together. Though it’s not a boar pig’s rib, as his was, Blathen’s treasure is, still, a bone. And it did come from a righteous kill—something any father would be proud of.
At last, a moment’s peace.
Trell sits to continue making whistles from his birch cuttings.
******
Tired and confused, with no safe shelter, Gima searchs, looking for somewhere to spend the night. She remembers Azzy’s lesson to stay on the trails and to step on rocks or solid ground, as much as possible. She runs with light steps and wide strides, zigzagging from the path and back again, being careful not to leave a trail of bent branches or crushed ground cover.
After running many miles—the sounds of the day have ceased, and the night frogs and rustlings of nocturnals surround her—Gima sees the perfect oak. It reminds her of the one she used to climb as a child beside the Whitetail River. She springs up, catches a low branch and swings herself higher to a comfortable unclaimed fork.
Gima pulls her legs up. For warmth, she pulls moss from the branches down around her and hugs her leather gathering bag. Settled in for the night, Gima lowers her chin to rest. She's such a small speck in a large forest, only the chattering of her teeth might give her away to a keen ear.
She hears a rustling in the bushes below and holds her breath. Then an odd shape, tapered at both ends with an armoured round back and body, scurries to a large mound and begins digging. Gima breathes a sigh of relief.
Armadillo ... hunting ants.
Fears eased about her own situation, Gima worries for her family. Her breasts ache and begin to leak milk at the thought of Blathen and Zee. My very hungry boys.
Gima tries to catch the seeping milk and lick it from her hands, but it expresses too quickly. Faster and faster. She can't get it all. It trails down her onto the branch.
******
Suddenly, Zee can’t take it any longer, and throwing his gourd rattle, screams with hunger.
Blathen rises up, bone in hand, looks and waggles his finger. “Behave.”
Trell wishes he’d never had that talk with Blathen about self-control and, at the same time, he wants to thrash Zee into silence. A sound thrashing is the way it should be done. The way … Aunt Betta taught silence. I’d never have dared show such weakness, never. Grrr ... this is not what I choose to do. This is not what a male is meant to do.
Trell clenches his fists and walks toward the meadow to escape the piercing cries of one son and the bone wielding, reminders of the other.
In front of him, several doe graze on corn while their fawns play ‘grown-up bucks,’ nearby.
Another doe eats fallen apples from the grove just about twenty gallops to his right. Her baby pulls and presses milk from her teat; its tail wags, flashing white at success.
Trell is swift and Zee is fed.
With her fawn in tandem, the doe trots away, back to the apples.
Exhausted, Trell flops down on his back in the grass, his arms flung wide. Blathen's hand, clutching his bone, rests on his father's right arm. Zee snuggles against Trell's left side, sucking his thumb.
Trell's eyes are heavy with sleep, and as he nods off, a shiny red apple rolls from his hand. Swiftly, a claw spears it; with a single crunch-slurp, it's gone.
Hunter sits up.
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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
CORN:
The fresh silks contain allantoin; see 'comfrey'above.
ALOE:
The juice from its leaves stimulates skin growth and repair; reduces pain and inflammation; may be taken internally; increases production of fibroblast cells responsible for collagen in the skin's dermis.
http://www.ehow.com/list_7470591_healing-properties-aloe.html
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.
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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Create a lotion by cooking fresh marigold flowers in preheated lard. After stirring, leave the mixture overnight and reheat before straining into a jar to be used to soothe skin irritations such as burns. COMFREY root is often added to this mixture for added healing benefits
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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
CORN:
The fresh silks contain allantoin; see 'comfrey'above.
ALOE:
The juice from its leaves stimulates skin growth and repair; reduces pain and inflammation; may be taken internally; increases production of fibroblast cells responsible for collagen in the skin's dermis.
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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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