Run free, forevermore

The warming weather brought a gradual shift from the cold icy winter to the sunny days of early spring, snow melting away to return Auster to its usual climate. But despite the growing warmth of the world, there was a cold aching loss that dwelled within the Lord of Cinder's heart as he stared down at the peaceful face of Sota resting on the beautifully embroidered cloth atop the funeral pyre. His dear friend looked so calm, so placid in eternal rest, that lingering semblance of a smile forever on his lips. Death was a particularly hard thing for Artorias to handle, but Sota's had struck his heart and soul deeper than most—almost as deep as the loss of his own mother. Sota had been a keystone to the Hallows, a founding member, a loyal and loving friend and brother. His presence around the Hallows would be deeply felt and sorely missed.

Choking back a sob rising in his throat, the dire brute lifted a giant paw to brush across the tiny wolf's forehead, soothing down some ruffled black and white fur. The cloth Sota rested on was knitted from white and black yarn similar to their departed friend's coat, with vibrant orange interwoven to symbolize how much he had been part of the Hallows. Around him Artorias had arranged sprigs of pale blue wisteria from the Hearthstone gardens, the symbol for lost love and remembrance, as well as new adventures to be had. That was the thought that brought Artorias some comfort in this moment—knowing that Sota was running free on a new adventure in whatever world came next, happy and unburdened by the cares of this life.

With glowing teal tears pooling in the corners of his eyes, Artorias leaned his head down to place a gentle kiss atop his pack brother's crown. "You were the best of us, Sota. I hope wherever you are, you're climbing all the trees you can find. I'll see you again in the next life, brother," he whispered in a voice hoarse with grief, his breath barely disturbing the fur around Sota's brow. He then placed a sprig of blue wisteria within Sota's still paws before stepping back from the pyre. He howled a mournful summons across the Hallows, calling all those who wished to pay their final respects to Sota, to leave him gifts and offerings and see him off on his final grand adventure one last time.

ooc: Next round of the funeral with be posted November 17th

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"