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SHM 303 Assignment 1The hematite pendulum gently rocked back and forth on its silver chain as Natia watched the relaxing motion. She sighed, jerking upward on the chain and catching the pendulum in her palm. The assignment was simple enough, all she had to do was hypnotize a student and persuade them they were someone or something other than themselves. She should have been elated at the simplicity of the assignment. She should have been thrilled that this assignment required no suffering on her part. She should have been overjoyed by the simple fact that she had this assignment in the bag. But Natia's heart was not in it.
Her eyes fell upon the crumpled letter from her mother that she had tossed across the room in her frustration. Letters were fast becoming omens of impending bad news. Not one letter had she received bearing good tidings in the last few weeks. Her father bid her farewell in one letter because Natia had reached her eighteenth year, and in his practice of Shamanism that was the ye
SHM 302 Assignment 1Natia lay in the summoning circle on the floor of her dorm room, her body trembling from a combination of exhaustion and illness from experimenting with the Half Man potion that Professor Kazu provided her with for the last assignment. She could feel herself starting to succumb to fatigue as she murmured an invocation and watched as few spirits began to appear before her. She had been possessed before by Taclor, her now guardian, and the experience left her with two gifts; spirit sight and a bond with Taclor. The possession did not worry her, but she was a bit concerned about forming another bond with a spirit, which Taclor said may be a risk but he would come to her aid to prevent a bond from forming if spirit inhabiting her attempted such a thing. And, even now, as the spirits began to advance on the circle to inspect the form of the girl collapsed upon the floor, Taclor stood beside her, arms crossed as he took stock of the other spirits.
Natia had set up a f
SHM 301 Assignment 1Natia crossed to her desk clad in an old sweatshirt, a comfy pair of black flats, and a pair of faded jeans with stylish distressing, a compromise between Natia and her mother. If Natia was to wear jeans, her mother insisted they be trendy. Seeing as her mother preferred Natia to show as much skin as possible, Natia was more than willing to consent to only wearing trendy jeans and a few select low cut tops. Natia had recently allowed her mother to purchase some new articles of clothing for casual wear, with the agreement that Natia would be given some money to purchase some more conservative pieces to mix and match with her new wardrobe. Of course, this all meant that Natia had to promise only to wear her shamanism robes for classes and ceremonial purposes only, not for daily wear as she had when she first arrived at the academy. In the beginning Natia was less than thrilled about the arrangement, but she found herself glad to have more casual wear at time
SHM 202 Assignment 3Natia stared at the deck of thirteen cards in her hands, taking a moment to reflect before she drew the cards that would speak her fate. She had enjoyed personalizing the twelve blank cards. For the Wands suit she had recreated three landscapes that had awed her when she saw them, one was a tropical sunset with the silhouette of a palm tree on the beach, the second was of the snow capped peaks of the mountains in Canada in spring, and the third was of a walkway surrounded by brilliantly colored flowers from a botanical garden in California. Each card had a tall staff included somewhere in the image. One represented passion, one more rugged and unpolished, and one more traditional romance. For the Cups suit, Natia drew one of her departed cousin who still was a strong influence on her life, the next she drew her parents together, and for the last she drew a view of the lake she had fallen into as a child. Again each card had a chalice somewhere in the
SHM 201 Assignment 3Natia clasped the choker around her slender neck, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The grayish pendant seemed to almost gleam in the dimness of the room. She sighed, catching sight of the reflection of the candle sitting on her desk at the other end of the room. While Natia felt that of all the elements, earth would be the most accessible at all times, should ease of access matter, creating an elemental pendant for earth would not be necessarily impressive, neither would pendants for water or air. While the pendants all had their merits, none required any type of sacrifice or risk the way creating a fire pendant would. She hoped the risk required would show Kazu that Natia was serious about shamanism, that she was not afraid to take risks when needed. Not that she liked the idea of getting burned to impress her professor, but being able to control the element of fire would make Natia a force to reckon with, and even Kazu would have to acknowledge that much.
She smiled at
OTW 104 Assignment 3Natia looked at the long list of herbs she had compiled that had certain magical uses when dealing with death. She sighed, a bit disappointed to find that most were more for cleansing and blessing than much of anything else. Not that she was dismissing such uses as trivial, far from it, for Natia truly appreciated the importance of cleansing lingering energies from artifacts as well as being able to send off the spirit of a deceased loved one with the well wishes of those left among the living. But she was hoping to hand in a well rounded scroll full of many different uses. She was rather disappointed.
There was a few herbs mentioned that were toxic and could aid in swiftly dealing a deadly blow, as well as a select set that were a bit more gruesome in the blow they dealt to the unfortunate victim forced to ingest them. Hemlock was handy if you really wanted to make an enemy suffer. Nightshades and even rhubarb leaves were helpful in dealing fatal bl
The TributeShe looked down at the crudely stitched doll in her hands. Most of the fabric used to make the doll was pale, the skin was off white and the hair was a soft gray hue, but the robe the doll was garbed in was black as coal, for it was to be death shroud. Natia sighed, she felt it was not really what she had hoped for, but it was not like she had much experience with making dolls and as it was her choice of materials was slim. She had been disappointed in having to settle for using buttons for eyes. She had hoped to find stones for the eyes, but then realized there was no secure way to affix them to her doll. Natia had tried to find stone buttons, but to no avail, so she made do with painted wooden buttons. It was not that the doll looked terrible, not remotely so. It just was not perfect. And that bothered her, for she had wanted her tribute to Professor Saylem to be perfect.
Still, the doll was remarkably well featured for being made of cl
OTW 104 Assignment 2Natia had never been so embarrassed in her life. It seemed Professor Razik thought burning aphrodisiac incense in class was a good idea. With a half succubus in the room, at that. Natia groaned. She had nearly tried to seduce her professor, and had Al not gotten her in that bear hold things probably would have gotten a lot worse. As it was, Natia had opened her collar enough to show off her cleavage and lean over the desk to tousle her professor's hair. In front of the entire class, no less. She was mortified.
At least she wasn't the only one there acting on lusty desires. And she was not penalized for her actions. That was a relief. Thankfully, the class session was short, and she did apologize to her professor once her head cleared. He seemed to laugh it off, but Natia was still mortified.
And now she would have to put someone else through the same experience. Natia groaned.
She looked down at the list of aphrodi
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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