17th Cylus 717
An Inn in low town Andaris
The Lothar sat at the bed he had been provided. There wasn't much of a chance for sleeping in Rey'na's home anymore, he couldn't handle the memories. Fridgar groaned, throwing his body back onto the bed and dropping his bag of supplies to the floor. What a trial it had been, his last trial in Rynmere. The guards would be by to collect him for the mission tomorrow. The ring around his finger confirmed this to be true, his break up with Rey'na still spun in his head despite having finished breaks ago. He'd likely need a drink later, he decided.
Regardless, he still needed his totems back - they'd taken everything. His toe, the beloved bear, the wolf, the horse, the hare, the cat, the snake, the eagle and the boar. Just like before, he would need to gather all new totems - starting with his own. His head lifted from the bed and looked to his right hand. A long sigh would escape his maw before sitting up and popping his knuckles. The hand that still bared all of its digits now ready, he psyched himself up for what was to come.
He sat with his legs crossed on the bed and took hold of his little finger, the last time he'd removed a part of him had been his toe, but he didn't have Chrysalis back then. His claw dug into the base of the finger, around the joint that connected it to the hand. He could already feel the bone beneath. His heavy jaw pressed tight against his upper teeth as he felt around beneath the skin - he resisted crying out in pain while tracing the joint of his finger, separating the skin with his claws. Finally done, he retracted his bloodied claws while trickles of crimson ran down his hand and arm.
Hurried breaths left his maw while he bared his teeth. The Lothar put the bleeding finger in his mouth and rested his teeth on the bone, the hard contact sent chills down his spine. With all of his resistance to pain, this would still hurt like a bitch, he was certain. He bit into the joint suddenly, splitting the bones with a sickening pop and cutting the nerve in an explosion of pain. Fridgar's whole body jolted in a flash of unbearable agony as his whole body lit up like a starry night. The whole digit rested on his tongue while it leaked its copper-tasting fluid.
With a shaky jaw, he opened wide and dropped the piece of bone, flesh and hair into his palm. He shook all over and his vision blurred with a certain ringing in his ears. The last time he'd made his own totem, he'd used a knife - he'd not been strong or bold enough to bite off his toe, but he'd bit off his whole little finger, from the knuckle. He held the bloody digit in his palm for a few bits as he adjusted to the sight.
