Spirit Animal Ficlets

Tribal Stitch

Jesper felt the sudden rush of heat on his face. Tipu smiled as he approached the woman in the room, her hair was short and she wore a dark apron and thick leather gloves. They spoke in their native tongue.

A language that Jesper had no idea what was being said. He knew at least 5 fariacan languages, 3 Emariacan languages, 4 saian languages, 2 Operuean languages, and when he left his home he had begun learning an Usatarilan language.

The nomads stopped talking and Tipu smiled at Jesper "Okay you're going to get your tribal stitches!" He said, excitement in his voice.

Jesper had seen a tribal stitch before, Tipu had one on his right shoulder and former Master Ganh had three down his right shoulder. Both had a rhino, master Ganh had an M formed by a 12 and the mark of a hare leaping. They looked like somebody had pressed hot iron to their backs in the shape of them.

Jesper tilted his head "Of what exactly?" He asked.

The woman smiled "Well of course the Master sign and your Familiar and A rhino for becoming an earth but you can pick to get a leopard gecko or not," she explained.

Jesper raised an eyebrow at the last bit, Tipu patted his shoulder "Because you switched, you can get a leopard gecko to represent you were a mind," he replied.

Jesper blushed "Yes, I would like a leopard gecko," he replied. The woman smiled and said something to Tipu. He chuckled "Sit down and take off your shirt," he translated. Jesper sat and did as he was told. Tipu took his hands "I sorry but it's for your own good," he said a moment later.

Jesper was going to ask until a sudden red hot pain pressed to his shoulder and he screeched. It vanished for a moment then came back. Vanish, Return. Vanish, Return. Jesper sighed when the pain didn't come back after it left again. He panted and leaned against Tipu "What The FUCK was that?" He wheezed between breaths.

Tipu patted Jesper's back "Sorry, I didn't want to tell you it required a little branding," he said.

Jesper snapped his head up to look at Tipu "You Put Searing Hot Metal On My Back And You Choose Not To Tell Me?" He hissed.

Tipu pressed a kiss to Jesper's forehead. Jesper huffed as he pulled his shirt back on, the skin tingled at the brush of fabric.

He held Tipu's hands as the bronze eyed teen clenched his jaw when the glowing metal kissed his skin. He had gotten only 2 new marks. At least he didn't scream like a girl.

Jesper flushed red at the thought.

Whatever.