06-12-2020, 08:32 PM
It was a damn pity that Moth passed away. Really, it was. She was a staple member of the community, choosing the path of medicine so that she could dedicate herself to aiding others. Full-blooded Tanglers looked out for each other, no matter what - and, as a medic, she was easily one of the truest ones there was.
The general regrets not seeking proper retribution for every transgression that was perpetrated against her throughout her relatively short life. The way he treated the Pitt following her abduction was not harsh enough. What he should have done was cut down the cowardly Kydobi where he stood for allowing such a crime to occur, as well as failing to provide a name for the kidnapper. That pathetic jaguar's days were numbered now, on account of his criminal negligence and general incompetence. An atrocious stain on the earth, it would not be long before him and his creed were put to the sword.
Moth's death wasn't Kydobi's doing, though. She fell victim to the crumbling ground, which violently convulsed to the point of overturning her home on top of her. It was brief, and totally unavoidable. Nobody could have foreseen the cosmic events that'd occurred on that morning, so pointing fingers served no purpose. Doing so made it easier to cope, the wolfhound understood, but in the end, it only made everything that much worse. The fallen medic is survived by her former lover and their children; perhaps it'd be more beneficial to focus on helping them recover.
Funerals. They weren't his forte. No matter how pretty the decorations, no matter how good the food, there was always an overwhelming atmosphere of gloom and dreariness. This made total sense, of course, as it was an occasion linked to one's demise. Leroy, however, preferred to celebrate one's life - like what Aurum had done for Feza. The sadness that ensued someone's death was inescapable, but commemorating their livelihood was much better than sulking in their loss, he found. Despite his personal preference, though, the wolfhound wanted an event dedicated to Moth to be as respectful as possible. Hence, her life would be revered at a funeral, rather than a party.
Word was passed around throughout the tribe regarding the burial, and how it'd transpire at the base of the flower fields near the territory's edge. Undeterred by the troubles that she faced, Moth lived a beautiful life; thus, a beautiful setting only made sense. As the field was a fair distance from the town, there wasn't a point in hauling out decorations for the occasion. Besides, the scenery was quite dazzling. It'd be unnecessary to compete with its allure with embellishments and ornaments. Therefore, the sole things present that weren't there before was the coffin (generously borrowed from the graveyard) that contained the former doctor, as well as the profound hole that she'd be lowered into.
Sadness had not overtaken Leroy's mind. Standing behind the coffin, a gentle late spring breeze gusting across his spine, the hound's mind fixated on one feeling, and one feeling alone. Disappointment. For the first time in quite a while, he felt rather disappointed in the brutality of the world. One with a heart as pure as the fallen healer did not deserve to succumb beneath the weight of an entire building. That was a fate justified for an individual of the canine's stature - someone who'd committed various offensive actions. Moth should have lived a long and healthy life. Yet, hers was cut short. And today, he had to speak on her behalf, as well as anyone else who felt the need to do so.
Oh, how everything should have went differently.
//tl;dr: moth's funeral is being held at the flower fields.
The general regrets not seeking proper retribution for every transgression that was perpetrated against her throughout her relatively short life. The way he treated the Pitt following her abduction was not harsh enough. What he should have done was cut down the cowardly Kydobi where he stood for allowing such a crime to occur, as well as failing to provide a name for the kidnapper. That pathetic jaguar's days were numbered now, on account of his criminal negligence and general incompetence. An atrocious stain on the earth, it would not be long before him and his creed were put to the sword.
Moth's death wasn't Kydobi's doing, though. She fell victim to the crumbling ground, which violently convulsed to the point of overturning her home on top of her. It was brief, and totally unavoidable. Nobody could have foreseen the cosmic events that'd occurred on that morning, so pointing fingers served no purpose. Doing so made it easier to cope, the wolfhound understood, but in the end, it only made everything that much worse. The fallen medic is survived by her former lover and their children; perhaps it'd be more beneficial to focus on helping them recover.
Funerals. They weren't his forte. No matter how pretty the decorations, no matter how good the food, there was always an overwhelming atmosphere of gloom and dreariness. This made total sense, of course, as it was an occasion linked to one's demise. Leroy, however, preferred to celebrate one's life - like what Aurum had done for Feza. The sadness that ensued someone's death was inescapable, but commemorating their livelihood was much better than sulking in their loss, he found. Despite his personal preference, though, the wolfhound wanted an event dedicated to Moth to be as respectful as possible. Hence, her life would be revered at a funeral, rather than a party.
Word was passed around throughout the tribe regarding the burial, and how it'd transpire at the base of the flower fields near the territory's edge. Undeterred by the troubles that she faced, Moth lived a beautiful life; thus, a beautiful setting only made sense. As the field was a fair distance from the town, there wasn't a point in hauling out decorations for the occasion. Besides, the scenery was quite dazzling. It'd be unnecessary to compete with its allure with embellishments and ornaments. Therefore, the sole things present that weren't there before was the coffin (generously borrowed from the graveyard) that contained the former doctor, as well as the profound hole that she'd be lowered into.
Sadness had not overtaken Leroy's mind. Standing behind the coffin, a gentle late spring breeze gusting across his spine, the hound's mind fixated on one feeling, and one feeling alone. Disappointment. For the first time in quite a while, he felt rather disappointed in the brutality of the world. One with a heart as pure as the fallen healer did not deserve to succumb beneath the weight of an entire building. That was a fate justified for an individual of the canine's stature - someone who'd committed various offensive actions. Moth should have lived a long and healthy life. Yet, hers was cut short. And today, he had to speak on her behalf, as well as anyone else who felt the need to do so.
Oh, how everything should have went differently.
//tl;dr: moth's funeral is being held at the flower fields.