Trapiriel

The death rituals of the Mysian pack usually take place at night when the moon hangs high.

The rituals and the last resting place for the passed on pack members is in a cave that leads beneath the Willow. The deeper you go, the more glowing crystals and plants you see.

It's a far way down, until you get to a big dug out chasm where the ritual will take place in. It's decorated with trinkets and glowing flowers, a patch of long, purple and blue vines hang from the ceiling at the back of the room. This is where the body will be placed.

Trapiriels body lays upon a bed of purple flowers with golden rimmed petals. Various trinkets that have been used by Trapiriel during his life and have a lot of meaning to him surround his bed and a gentle breeze of incense wafts through the air.

The whole pack is here for his departure. They sit silently, some weeping, grieving. He's been a very special member, being the first ever member taken in when Marvin and Aneela made their pack.

Aneela takes a small, smooth, brown and black colored gemstone, setting it on Trapiriels lifeless body. Dipping her paw into a wooden bowl filled with a blue glowing liquid, painting symbols and patterns over his body.

"ᒲᔑ|| ⍑╎ᓭ ᓭ𝙹⚍ꖎ ꖎ╎⍊ᒷ 𝙹リ ᔑᒲ𝙹リ⊣ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ᓭ ⚍リ↸ᒷ∷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ∴╎ꖎꖎ𝙹∴ᓭ ∴ᔑℸ ̣ ᓵ⍑."

The ancient language rolls off her tongue with ease, wishing his soul to be guided to be united with the stars.

After a few more minutes, the crowd disperses slowly, leaving Aneela and Trapiriel alone in the room. She will stay with him until the next morning when the sun rises again.

My first NBW, he was my best Scout, and died first. May he rest in peace.