18 June 2022, 02:47 PM
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Non-Mandatory Pack Thread This is a Non-Mandatory Pack Thread! Characters are welcome to filter in and out, or have their own-spin offs as they would like. Attendance is optional.
The sounds of reverie had lasted long into the dark night, lit by fire and the silver of the moon. Chatter and the yapping calls of coyotes echoed off the lake’s glossy surfaces, the sound deep and stirring and memorable.
Eventually, though, like the light, this too waned. Individuals filtered out and away, some stayed beneath the blanket of the starry sky, and, in due time, the fire had all but collapsed away into smoldering ash and soot, prime come morning. It was early when Nazario woke, the sky basked in pinks and soft yellow of waxy sunrise, when he returned to the bonfire’s site. He was dressed in precious little – the off-white of undyed linen draped about his waist a stark contrast to the dark color of his back.
Flintlock, Boots and Holly had remained overnight to tend the dying flame, and knuckled at their eyes at his arrival, stirring back to life as the Rey Salvaje stepped into the broad pit in the pebbles and the sand, and stooped down amidst the charred remains of branches and offerings.
His palms, broad and worn, dug into the soft, feather-light ash, before he worked it into his skin in patterns. Born again, yes – like the phoenix, he dressed himself in dying fire. Inferni’s flame, and the wild god of fire, blessed coyotes in this way, and marked them with resilience in the face of adversity. The site was prepped and cleared of the evening’s celebrations.
Once satisfied with his work, his posture had straightened, the sun climbing well into the death of early morning by the time his call had gone out. They had no orator, no – but he held the crown, and his tongue could speak blessings into truth.
He had started with the trio yet present, beckoning them to the circle of the fire pit, before he painted them, too, with this most sacred ash, and uttered his prayers:
”The cycle of life, death, and rebirth, calls to an echo of previous ages. We are reborn again to great purpose as everlasting memory – we burn, we smolder, and through ash are renewed.”
His voice was soft and reverent with each tended body beneath his fingertips, before uttering his thanks and moving to the next.
Eventually, though, like the light, this too waned. Individuals filtered out and away, some stayed beneath the blanket of the starry sky, and, in due time, the fire had all but collapsed away into smoldering ash and soot, prime come morning. It was early when Nazario woke, the sky basked in pinks and soft yellow of waxy sunrise, when he returned to the bonfire’s site. He was dressed in precious little – the off-white of undyed linen draped about his waist a stark contrast to the dark color of his back.
Flintlock, Boots and Holly had remained overnight to tend the dying flame, and knuckled at their eyes at his arrival, stirring back to life as the Rey Salvaje stepped into the broad pit in the pebbles and the sand, and stooped down amidst the charred remains of branches and offerings.
His palms, broad and worn, dug into the soft, feather-light ash, before he worked it into his skin in patterns. Born again, yes – like the phoenix, he dressed himself in dying fire. Inferni’s flame, and the wild god of fire, blessed coyotes in this way, and marked them with resilience in the face of adversity. The site was prepped and cleared of the evening’s celebrations.
Once satisfied with his work, his posture had straightened, the sun climbing well into the death of early morning by the time his call had gone out. They had no orator, no – but he held the crown, and his tongue could speak blessings into truth.
He had started with the trio yet present, beckoning them to the circle of the fire pit, before he painted them, too, with this most sacred ash, and uttered his prayers:
”The cycle of life, death, and rebirth, calls to an echo of previous ages. We are reborn again to great purpose as everlasting memory – we burn, we smolder, and through ash are renewed.”
His voice was soft and reverent with each tended body beneath his fingertips, before uttering his thanks and moving to the next.
OOC: It's Del Cenere's birthday! The party has since concluded, yet reverie is not quite over yet. Partake of this Ashen Blessing on the beach of Moosehead Lake, south of Ojo del Diablo and north of Charmingtown. Attendance is not mandatory - however this is a perfect opportunity to rub shoulders and engage in the community as a whole! There is no posting order to this thread.
Feel free to have your character get their blessing directly from the Rey Salvaje~
Backdated to the morning of the 13th.
Feel free to have your character get their blessing directly from the Rey Salvaje~
Backdated to the morning of the 13th.
I DON'T WANT TO BE A PROUD MAN, JUST WANT TO BE A MAN
a little less like my father, and more like my dad
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