06-09-2022, 10:17 PM
She traced to a boulder, that stood closer into the woods then near the waves and was safe from it's drowning. She carried a bundle of flowers that was brought from the moors, held within a bundle of purple that was kept safely within her maw. They were held relatively collected, she tried to pick accordingly without much of a mess before arriving to the chosen spot ; though not an accurate place, the dragoness couldn't imagine the very thought of paying respects without her own head missing.
She made her own, in that respect. A stone that marked a grave and the flowers that she brought. A repentance — she knew what was done and what could not be erased. Her sins within the world itself and told to any that would ; she would not hide what was done. Cowards, hide the bad that was done and she laughed lightly knowing the others would not share their own, much less reveal the true greed they had. Vendrussel had that much, at the very least.
But @Kuhn was right. Though the world may hate her, she should not — especially when others still looked upon her fondly and she still held a ford to protect. She would continue, her paws moving and life goes on even if the other didn't, but always a memory. Always a knowing what could not be fixed and the reminder — here and now upon this grave of what brought her to the very wolf she was of now.
"May the Ancients bring you to reincarnation, to a blessed body." And she hung her head within a silence, knowing fully well she was not buried there, but it was all that could be done.
She made her own, in that respect. A stone that marked a grave and the flowers that she brought. A repentance — she knew what was done and what could not be erased. Her sins within the world itself and told to any that would ; she would not hide what was done. Cowards, hide the bad that was done and she laughed lightly knowing the others would not share their own, much less reveal the true greed they had. Vendrussel had that much, at the very least.
But @Kuhn was right. Though the world may hate her, she should not — especially when others still looked upon her fondly and she still held a ford to protect. She would continue, her paws moving and life goes on even if the other didn't, but always a memory. Always a knowing what could not be fixed and the reminder — here and now upon this grave of what brought her to the very wolf she was of now.
"May the Ancients bring you to reincarnation, to a blessed body." And she hung her head within a silence, knowing fully well she was not buried there, but it was all that could be done.
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