Satanicute
wolf mountain goat's milk soap
wolf mountain goat's milk soap
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" 'My home is Kaer Morhen, the Witcher's Abode. It's ... It was a fortress. Not much remains of it.
'Kaer Morhen . . . That's where the likes of me were produced. It's not done anymore, no one lives in Kaer Morhen now. No one but Vesemir. Who's Vesemir? My father. Why are you so surprised? What's so strange about it? Everyone's got a father, and mine is Vesemir. And so what if he's not my real father? I didn't know him, or my mother. I don't even know if they're still alive, and I don't much care.
Yes, Kaer Morhen. I underwent the usual mutation there, through the Trial of Grasses, and then hormones, herbs, viral infections. And then through them all again. And again, to the bitter end. Apparently, I took the changes unusually well; I was only ill briefly. I was considered to be to be properly immunized - that's a fancy scholarly term - and was chosen for more complicated experiments as a result. They were worse. Much worse. But, as you see, I survived. The only one to live out of all those chosen for further trials. My hair's been white ever since. Total loss of pigmentation. A side-effect, as they say. A trifle.
'Then they taught me various things until the day when I left Kaer Morhen and took to the road. I'd earned my medallion, the Sign of the Wolf's School. I had two swords: silver and iron, and my conviction, enthusiasm, incentive and . . . faith. Faith that I was needed in a world full of monsters and beasts, to protect the innocent. As I left Kaer Morhen I dreamed of meeting my first monster. I couldn't wait to stand eye to eye with him. And the moment arrived.' "
A place too far north for most to venture, yet a haven to some, a fortress, a respite, a prison, a slaughterhouse to others. The School of the Wolf resided here, once.
an icy scent, reminiscent of citrus swept up in the wind, a memory of sandalwood and musk, faintly aquatic - and hopefully - less boys' sweaty locker-room funk than any of the Witchers care to admit to.
Ingredients:
goat’s milk base (aqua, glycerin, sodium stearate, sorbitol, sodium laurate, goat milk, propylene glycol, sodium laureth sulfate, sodium chloride, sodium lauryl sulfate, titanium dioxide (CI 77891), stearic acid, lauric acid, pentasodium pententate, tetrasodium etidronate), fragrance oils, mica