It's a terrible day for rain
11-20-2020, 07:34 PM
He had moved through the time between getting Aureus home and now in a sort of haze, empty and numb except for the spike of pain in his chest that said that his brother was gone. He had tracked down each wolf in the pack, told them of the loss in a flat, distant voice, and sent wolves off to try to find family who had been absent or - like Thalia - living elsewhere, to bring them home to honor Aureus. They had not gotten the chance to do so for their father, Malleus, when he passed. There was no body, no chance to say a final goodbye. Now Aureus had been taken from them as shockingly, as unexpectedly, but they could do for him what they could not for Malleus. They could send him into whatever lay beyond with honor and dignity, as he deserved, though every cell in Eligos' body cried out at the unfairness, that the universe would have taken Aureus in the prime of his life, just when they all had the chance to be happy.
They met as the sun prepared to pass below the horizon, as it quivered there in reds and oranges and turned the world to gold.
He had worked all day, building the pyre on top of the ravine overlooking the cave-pocked seat of the Aerie territories, soaking it with sweet oils, arranging his brother lovingly upon it, set with him offerings to the Fallen God to secure his brother's soul and ensure he would return one day to rejoin their rise to godhood. As the pack and their family gathered, he waited with a metal bowl of oil at his paws, flames dancing over the bowl to flicker eerily off each wolf. He waited, giving them a chance to say goodbye to Aureus, to place an offering if they desired, and to gather around the pyre. He waited, as the sun dipped lower on the horizon. He waited, while the light reflected little flames in his blood-red eyes and each breath was an agony of grief masked behind a somber expression.
OOC: Optional, but let me know if your wolf isn't going to show up so I'm not waiting on you. Feel free to have your wolf put a trinket or flowers or food or whatever on the pyre, or not.
They met as the sun prepared to pass below the horizon, as it quivered there in reds and oranges and turned the world to gold.
He had worked all day, building the pyre on top of the ravine overlooking the cave-pocked seat of the Aerie territories, soaking it with sweet oils, arranging his brother lovingly upon it, set with him offerings to the Fallen God to secure his brother's soul and ensure he would return one day to rejoin their rise to godhood. As the pack and their family gathered, he waited with a metal bowl of oil at his paws, flames dancing over the bowl to flicker eerily off each wolf. He waited, giving them a chance to say goodbye to Aureus, to place an offering if they desired, and to gather around the pyre. He waited, as the sun dipped lower on the horizon. He waited, while the light reflected little flames in his blood-red eyes and each breath was an agony of grief masked behind a somber expression.
OOC: Optional, but let me know if your wolf isn't going to show up so I'm not waiting on you. Feel free to have your wolf put a trinket or flowers or food or whatever on the pyre, or not.