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Anyone is free to join in and figure there will be no posting order in case a few decide to join. This is going to be set about April 21st. For those who wish to know more about sky burial: here - Word Count: 810

It had been a few days since Ombre had been accepted and she had spent that entire time preparing Mekio for the ritual that was to take place. There had been leaving him in a seated position for a full day while prayers were recited, as well as two more days of prayers and ritual preparation. Finally, this morning, the hybrid got up and broke the spine of the shell of what had once been her friend so that she could fold him in half and make him easier to carry upon her back. This trial wasn't as difficult as it would have been back home for she didn't have a mountain to claim, simply even ground to walk upon. She walked with care and concern, moving the stiff body of her friend to the gardens that had been picked out on the day of her acceptance.

Once she got outside the female sent up a short howl to let the leader know that it was time. Since the leader had been quick to accept her without any questions asked Ombre had invited her to partake of the ritual. It was a call for Harosheth as well, should the healer decide to show up. And well, all of Inferni was welcome to partake. Ombre had no qualms with sharing her culture. Normally the breaking down of the body wasn't viewed by those that weren't preparers but Ombre was alone in this. For all she knew she might recruit some of the clan members that wished to learn and make the ritual their own. Of course she wasn't doing this to convert anyone. No, this was about honoring her friend and offering respect to Jinpa as well.

Once she reached the middle of the garden Ombre eased the body from her back and removed the cloth wrapped bundle from her wrist. She had to replenish her stock since the long voyage had depleted most of what she had taken with her. She had enough for this ritual, as well as a few more. She would just have to ration as much as she could until she could find the needed ingredients in this area. She didn't know how easy it would be to find juniper or barley. Maybe she could ask the leader should the female still decide to show up.

Ombre began to chant the prayers as she spread out the cloths and laid out her tools in a neat row, putting each in order of use. She would have to perform the roles of three as she was the only one here. Normally there was a group responsible for chanting, another for flaying, and finally there were the bone breakers, which is what she was. Mekio had been a flayer so she had inherited his knife for the job. She hadn't expected to take on all three roles, she had simply thought the chanting would be split between Mekio and herself.

Ombre took a coupe of branches of juniper and placed them near Mekio's body. Next she grabbed the flint and the knife that she used to strike it with. It took her a few tries to get the juniper branches lighted, signaling the Jinpa to come and join> Who knew if it would end up attracting Inferni's raven population or not? Still they were welcome to come as well, and any other carrion eating avian species within Inferni, since there wasn't the flock of vultures that Ombre was used to having surround her as she worked.

With the juniper lit and the scented smoke being allowed to rise freely into the air Ombre placed the flint and knife back in line before picking up the knife used for flaying. She moved over to Mekio's deceased body with it and worked her fingers into his hair, placing a knee on his back since he was face down, and worked on scalping him first. She worked along the body, removing the fur as one might skin a deer or whatever other animal that one might want to keep the hide of. It was a slow and tedious process to shave down the body but Ombre focused herself to the task, chanting the entire time.

Once the body was skinned came the evisceration and dismemberment. Ombre removed the organs from the body with one hand and tossed them off to the side for the birds to feast on, or well for Jinpa to feast on since it was the vulture to have shown up first. Ombre didn't pay attention to this but worked and slicing the meat from the bones, cutting as close as she could in order to get the most out of it. These chunks of flesh were tossed in the same general direction as well. The female worked with slow and steady efficiency, never once breaking her chant.
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OOC — Wasn’t really expecting them to meet this way, but what the hell.

It had been the crows that had first alerted him. Just like Helotes, Timori usually steered clear of the ravens and crows of Inferni; the feathered bodies and soulless eyes were unnerving. But to see them all flocking in such a manner and to a specific spot, put Timori somewhat on edge; his firewood gathering trip was forgotten.

Today he was riding Ares; it was not as easy as riding Potra or Yegua, but Helotes had made it clear he wanted the stallion ridden more often now that Ilusion did not see much use for him. Timori believed that perhaps someday Ares might become his, so he was trying to build a relationship with the ebony brute before that day came. He turned the dark form of pure muscle to follow the flight of the bird.

As he moved, the sweet howl of a coyote broke across the land; it was a summoning one, and also had a tinge of sorrow to it. This perked the wolf-coy hybrid’s large ears, and he spurned his steed forward more quickly to intercept its maker. It was then that he smelt the burning of herbs, and then, in the distance, a figure emerged, bent to the ground. It wasn’t until he was much closer that he saw that it was a female of exotic coat in the midst of skinning one of their own.

Timori’s stomach was quick to turn; he had heard of cannibals before, but had never seen one in action, even less had he expected to run into one in Inferni. But was that really what was happening here? The female he did not recognize, but the way she treated the bent body seemed to be gentle and ritualistic; the burning herbs seemed to indicate this as well. Already the crows and ravens gathered to take part of the feast being laid out before them, but Timori still felt sick. He dismounted Ares a ways away from the female, and tied him to a tree before tentatively moving towards her, W-what are you doing? He asked, reaching up to subconsciously fiddle with the golden cross around his neck.

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Have a horrified Kára. Haha.
Kára Lykoi
 

The Sandy toned pup was having her fun causing problems with the ravens. If she was caught, she'd most likely be punished but she didn't care. It was fun to chase them around. They were the only birds in the whole territory that weren't afraid of her and so they didn't run. Instead, they would squawk, peck, and chase her back before flying to a different perch. She was careful not to let them get close to her face and poke one of her eyes out.


When the strange and unfamiliar scented smoke reached her nose, she was drawn towards the direction of it. It rose into the air and served as a beacon for all of Inferni. Kára gave one last snap and chase to one of the ravens before she turned and darted towards the scent. She'd never seen anything like it before. Anything new was intriguing to the growing puppy.


It took her about ten minutes to get there and she slowed her pace as she got closer. Other smells filled her nose, blood one of the most pronounce to fill her nose. Chanting also drifted through the air and into her erect and large coyote ears. That was another thing she never heard before, but it was fluid and repetitive. As soon as she came into the clearing, she froze. Crimson orbs widened as she watched the female skinning what looked like one of their own kind and throwing the chunks aside. Her heart jumped into her throat as she watched frightfully and a nasty feeling pitted in her stomach, she felt queasy. Kára, slowly trotted to beside the cloudy pelted male who was familiar to her. He was possibly the only thing that was familiar to her in this whole gruesome scene.


The pup continued to watch, completely horrified, but unable to turn to run away and tell her parents. What the heck was she doing?! Several times, the puppy had to look away to avoid triggering her gag reflex. She'd never seen something so grotesque and horrifying and she didn't really know how to react. Her pack mate was standing here, watching with the same expression on his face and yet he didn't do anything. W-Why? Was all she managed to say.

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709 Enter zen Vesper. <3


The howl had woken her from her thoughts, causing the Centurion to lift her head and shrug the shoulder with the large, shaggy raven perched on it. When Stark took his constant weight from her shoulder, she felt bent sideways from the hours sitting on the grass. She wouldn't have exactly called it meditation, but there was a new path open for her and a lot to think about -- and a little bit of time away from her duties and family to think about it. She didn't see it as a great religious epiphany like others in the clan might have claimed, but all that Rémy had said about the Way was calm, pleasing, when her mind roamed far and wide over the wild plains of her thoughts and she needed to focus it back in again.


The howl was a clear summons for the Aquila and the medic, but Vesper was curious and wanted to see who this newer voice belonged to. She walked with the raven dozing off on her shoulder, lean and Optime formed though with a gait that still hearkened to her feral side. She straightened again when she started to reach the gates of the mansion, smelling smoke tinged with the scent of juniper. Stark straightened too when a large, dark shadow passed over them -- a vulture, grey-headed and hulking. There was a light squeeze from the black bird's talons, but Stark could tell the difference between a feral bird encroaching in his flock's territory and one that belonged to another coyote. He remained silent and well-behaved.


The scene that Vesper finally arrived one was one that might have shocked others -- a sort of punch in the gut that was visible in the face of the clan mates she passed as she walked more briskly to see what was going on. At first, it was unclear; others of Stark's flock had gathered around something that smelled of flesh, croaking amongst themselves and picking at choice bits of meat, sometimes fluttering around the vulture anxiously. Stark ran his beak through Vesper's short-cut hair then flapped over to join them, though he perched and stared beady-eyed at the new coyote, who seemed to be ritualistically cutting into another.


It became very clear what was going on now. A younger Vesper might have retched at the sight of one canine so methodically preparing another, as if for meat, but the sight of her ravens eating the offered meal and the tenderness with which the brindle hybrid worked and chanted stirred something else within her. She caught the end of Stark's croak over the squabble of the other birds, as Stark addressed the new Inferni member. Being good friend... Stark sorry for passing. Thanking for meat. He cawed softly and flapped over to the other ravens, the respectful old bird bullying his way amongst some of the juveniles while avoiding the great vulture as he nipped at the coyote flesh.


Vesper passed the relatives of her best friend, putting a comforting hand on Timori's shoulder for a moment before coming to stand by Kára. She crouched briefly to pet the young coyote and straightened, feeling at peace. The soul has passed, she told the uncertain Infernians. What others do with the bodies of their friends and family is not for us to decide. She will not let him go to waste. And she looked at the brindle canine, nodding her head lightly and smiling at her, not sure why she felt so calm and at ease.


My name is Vesper, the scarred woman said. I am the second-in-command and caretaker of the ravens. Is there something I can to do help, or would you like to do this alone? She decided that she might as well offer her assistance, or at least as much assistance as she thought she could stomach; the sight of the flayed hybrid did bother her somewhat even if she didn't mind the concept of this tender offering. She also didn't want to offend the other if she was deemed "unclean" to participate in the ceremony, as one who didn't really believe in any gods.

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Word Count:: +500 OOC:: Darn, if i'd seen this earlier, I would have been the first to respond :)

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Fortunately the Hybrid was already where the strange occurance was happening. Leon watched from afar, hidden amongst the patch of trees and underbrush he found close enough to hide his presence from the others, and also observe the strange ritual the new comer was performing. Leon lay on his stomach, watching carefully as each piece of his fellow kin was ultimately cut off and tossed to the many Raven's, crows, and other scavengers that gathered around to take advantage of the free meal. One by one, the summons were heard, attracting Vesper, Kara, and someone else he had yet to meet. He flicked his ears in interested. He was not entirely sure what was going on, but the ritual was less then horrifying from his point of view. Possibly not even as painful. The Hybrid could only chuckle as he saw the young Kara and male with shocked expressions written all over their faces. The ignorance of canines thinking this was abnormal was almost as funny as it was insulting, yet he couldn't help but continue to laugh with his mouth shut, as to not attract attention to himself. Also as to not show disrespect for the dead as he knew this must have been some kind of funeral, if not, something that was not funny at all.


Leon halted his laughter and stood up from where he was. He didn't know the Hybrid who was being cut up, but he knew he shouldn't just ignore what was happening either. He looked up in the tree he was under to see his companion Inila, and preceded to give off a short question in low speech, a series of light koos animating from his throught. Inila quickly looked upon him, puffing up her feathers like she was threatened, then took off from her branch, flying in the opposite direction of the gathering. She obviously didn't want anything to do with what was happening, Leon then looked back, seeing the many scavenger birds of the era still devouring what was tossed to them. He remembered his companion never really liked other birds, even the Ravens who she constantly ridiculed. The Hybrid continued to shrug and break through the underbrush he'd been hiding behind.


As he finally made himself visable amongst the four who were currently present, the Hybrid made his way past the two still stunned by what was happening, Kara and the one he did not know. Leon stopped only briefly, shooting both of them a disgusted look as if they were doing something disrespectful, which they were. Why don't you two pick up your jaws and straighten up! Is this how you show your respect for the departed!? The Hybrid snapped in somewhat of a whisper so the subleader and the one chanting did not hear or were interrupted. Leon licked one of his fangs, somewhat annoyed at how they just stood there. He then preceded to walk up next to Vesper. Leon nodded his head in somewhat of a bow to the one chanting. If you allow it, I will also like to lend you aide. You may call me Leon, if you wish This ritual was far from Leon's understanding, for even his own packs funerals never went beyond mere cuts and blood. But he saw no reason to not offer his assisstance. The worst she could say was no.

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535 she is a bit put off, but supportive ^^

Skel wasn't anywhere to be found, which was strange. Usually, the young raven greeted Sparrow whenever she exited her den in the morning, but on that particular day, she wasn't there. The woman tried not to be too worried as she stood outside of her cave, shifting from her Lupus form to her two legs and donning on her her cloak. She convinced herself that Skel was either socializing with her fellow youth or scavenging for food, since the raven knew that the coywolf woman didn't like watching her eat and yet didn't like leaving her by herself whenever they came across a dead rabbit. Whatever the case, after waiting for a couple of minutes outside the mouth of the cave she left Grimwell by herself to do the day's duties.


She was scouting the territory for anything suspicious on her way to the borders when a graceful howl echoed throughout the Waste. It was a call for not only for Myrika and Harosheth but for everyone else, and it was someone unfamiliar. However, she knew it must have been a newer member, since there was yoteish hints within the howl and it was within Inferni's lands. She curved her path towards the caller, and set off on a medium pace, since it didn't seem to be an urgent matter, and she was close by, anyway.


She passed by a tied up horse, smell distinctively of Timori, and she was distracted by the stallion for a moment before nearby voices called for her attention. A strange, burning scent -- juniper, she guessed -- permeated through the air, masking the scent of the forest and those that had gathered. Timori, another of Helotes's pups, Leon, and her sister, and one other close by, bent over something bloody and feeding it to the flock of ravens and an unfamiliar, giant bird. A few looked dreadful, while the Centurion and Leon appeared to be fine, which confused her a bit. She passed by Timori, giving her head a slight nod in greeting as she went to stand by Vesper and the black man. It was then she noticed that the prey that the woman was throwing wasn't prey.


Broom eyes widened, and her stomach coiled within herself. But, as her heart slowed it's beating from it's scare, she tried not to freak out. She clung to her sibling's and her friend's calm demeanor, and spoke reason to herself in her mind. It must have been some sort of show -- no, ritual, she corrected to herself. It would explain the incense. She had also caught the end of Leon's words as she entered the scene, about helping the chanting woman. This must have been something she did, the woman, back wherever she came from. Even if she felt nervous about the body, it was nearly unrecognizable as a canine, and it helped her not to back away and flee the situation, as silly as it was.


She didn't offer her name, almost as if stunned into silence, but she hovered near Vesper and Leon. She didn't know what help she would be in this case, but she would aid her family and friend to help her if they so needed it.

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Others are still free to join in if they want. Awwe Nat, you didn't have to toss him here if you didn't want to since I still have to get up thread prompts eventually. Poor Kara. Yeah Vesper with her level head! Heh, it's okay Vaas. Awwe Sparrow. - WC: 519

Ombre wasn't so skilled in the art of flaying, that had always been Mekio's job, but she wasn't having too difficult a time of it. she was managing to cut the meat away close to the bone. It wasn't with the precision that those who did it for a living was able to do but it was better than an amateur's first time. Actually to an outside eye it may even look like she had done it many times before when in truth her knowledge came from stolen practice moments with Mekio. Of course they had worked together on prey since it wasn't proper to use an actual body as a tutorial aid.

The ones that had ended up arriving weren't the ones that were expected. Still it warmed her heart that others would turn up for this important event, at least important to her. But quickly it became apparent that there were those that didn't understand the importance of the act, and then there were a few that seemed to. She looked to the raven as he spoke to her. "It is an honor to pay respect to you and your kin." The words were given to the avian creature before a grateful nod of her head was given to the second in command as she had pretty much summed up what had happened to the two with questions. Help was offered and Ombre wasn't ashamed to accept it. "I was trained to be a bone breaker. This is Mekio's job." He explained as she turned the knife in her hand, grabbing and holding the blade so that whichever of the volunteer's could take the handle. "You just cut away as close to the bone as you can. The meat gets fed to the birds." The basics were explained as she picked up the hammer in her other hand, also holing out the handle. "The bone breaker uses this to pound the bones into a fine powder to mix with barely flour to make it easier for the birds to eat."

Once the basics of the jobs were explained, and the tools handed out if that were to be so, Ombre turned her attention to the questioners. She got up from the ground and approached the others that weren't standing so close and offering help. "As Vesper said, the soul is gone and has left behind its shell. This is an honor for us. We lived in the mountains where prey was hard to find on our own. The vultures..."[b] Ombre paused and motioned to the large form of Jinpa feasting among the flock of ravens. [b]"Would help us find food to eat. They would help us to survive so it is and honor, as well as a display of respect, to give back to them after we have passed. Mekio no longer needs that body for he will come back in a new one." she tried to explain her beliefs so that the others might understand and no longer see the display as grotesque. "This is what he would want. The same for me when I pass."
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Vesper smiled as the brindle coyote addressed her raven companion, and Stark gave another grateful bob of his head before joining his brethren around the scraps of canine meat. It was likely not the first time that he had feasted on such a thing, though normally it was the body of enemies left out for the ravens to feast upon -- as was the way of things after battle. Others might have stated that the evil wolves were the only ones who deserved to be flayed and left out in this manner for the carrion-eating birds, or left for their skulls to bleach in the sunlight, but Ves firmly separated life and death when it came to where the soul resided. She believed in nothing she could not see but for a very few concepts of faith, and if she did not see life in another's eyes, the soul could not live there. Therefore, it was just empty flesh.


Another approached them, and the coywolf acknowledged the dark-furred hybrid with a glance as he also offered his assistance. She became aware of her sister's scent as well, which surprised her. She knew that Leon had seen bloodier things in his past, and he didn't seem put off by the ritualistic actions whatsoever, but she'd always thought of her sister as tender and weak -- not one to stand and watch another canine being cut into pieces and fed to the ravens like this. She turned around to look at Sparrow questioningly, but made a small gesture with her hand to welcome her closer. She could feel herself smile calmly but was almost unaware of the motion. It was involuntary.


The newest Infernian spoke then, and offered the hilt of the knife -- which Vesper made no move to take. She could stomach a lot, but the action of shearing a blade through flesh rang a little too close to home. Absently, she rubbed at a scar on her arm before deciding to take the hammer instead. This was a bit easier, and so she gripped it by the handle and was silent as the stranger turned and addressed the wide-eyed watchers. Mention of Mekio returning in a new body made the female's blue eyes widen slightly, but she was smiling even more now. Deliberately, she sank to her knees and brought one of the already stripped bones closer to herself, respectful and gentle, and began to break it into the powder the woman had spoken of.

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The Dark canine did notice Vespers acknowledgment, and would have gestured back towards her in turn if not for his eyes being trained on the woman in front of him. This was only to show his respect given the circumstances of him standing on the site of a funeral, if he were to call it that. He was actually inwardly suprised himself at the subleaders will to lend the newcomer aide, but that was only to be expected by the one who held many scars. This must have been no more then a presentation to another culture to One-Ear. Leon took a moment to look down at the body which the chanting canine was previously carving up, thinking of who this was before his passing, and how he passed on from this world in the first place. He was sure given how the ritual was more delicate in the eyes of the one who called for the gathering, that this was possibly a close family member or friend. "Mekio..."The Hybrid only said within the privacy of his mind. The name seemed to echo before disappearing into the back of the Hybrid's mind, seeing no point in lingering on such a thing. If it were someone he knew, he would have lingered on it a bit more.


Leon quickly caught the scent of Sparrow, the wind more then generous to give up its secrets before the Hybrid turned his head to see Vesper's sibling just behind him. He gave a slight nod, appreciative to see that someone other then him and Vesper didn't have to stare from a distance and not make sense of such an obvious event. Or possibly... it wasn't that obvious to some. The male then turned back towards the one who was chanting, listening to what she had to say about each job she had for him, observing the tools that were presented. Without taking a chance, Leon looked to Vesper first, not sure if she could stomach one job over the other with that grimace she held back for the knife. "Even the strongest had their limits" he thought, or what his father used to say often when he went on one of his wise rants.


After One-Ear chose her path, Leon looked to the knife which was the only job left, and gently bit down on the handle which was held out to him. He was still in his normal lupus form, and had forgotten to change before he approached a situation which involved opposable thumbs. He nodded his head at the woman before taking his place before the body. He gently placed the ceremonial knife down on the ground before finally shifting, picking it back up after the transformation. He slowly kneeled before the unfinished work that the woman started, examining the body which hardly looked anything more then a maimed carcass of some unfortunate creature torn apart beyond recognition, though a bit more neatly done then what a bear mauling could do. "Hopefully your ancestors may judge you fairly in whatever afterlife you seek" He said so that none could hear but he himself. Leon was not the one to believe in higher powers like the ones named "God" or "Zues" for beings that powerful couldn't possibly exist beyond the thoughts and fears of others. But that didn't stop him from respecting the beliefs of the ones around him as well as some type of unknowing paradise his family that moved on created for themselves in the afterlife.


Leon's ears swiveled backwards as he heard the woman speak once more, then closed his eyes and nodded, remembering he shouldn't taint this ritual with his own personal beliefs. The Dark canine then took the position the newcomer had before, and gently started to cleave flesh from the one known as Mekio, throwing what bloodied pieces he had to the feasting scavengers that surrounded him.

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Vesper's presence soothed the Lykoi pup somewhat, but she still couldn't get passed the churning in her stomach from what she was witnessing. To young eyes, it was a gruesome scene. It was the most gory thing she'd ever laid eyes on before, but at the same time it didn't seem violent. The one who was tending to the bones didn't seem upset by it and wasn't violent in her actions. Even Kára could see this, whoever much she wanted to puke.


The explanation only calmed her further and the feeling of panic began to subside. Her heart beat was finally calming and she was able to look over at the gory scene with a new prospective. Still, there was an icky feeling in her gut that she couldn't shake. She was able to watch now though. The next to show up to the seen was Leon. The pup turned to look at him as he came to her side and rudely opened his jaws.
Kára narrowed her eyes on him in a pout. He then left to stand next to Vesper and the one tending to the body.


Another Infernian showed up but she didn't say much. Her reaction was similar to her own and Timori's when they showed up. Kára watched her pass, tempted to say something calming but she kept her yap shut. Most of the words that left her mouth weren't kind ones. Finally a true explanation was given and the process explained. The Lykoi up was in awe as she listened to the reason behind it all. The body was to be fed to the birds. The pup didn't know why one would want the birds to eat them, but she listened carefully anyways.


Her eyes were wide as the explanation continued. Her head tilted curiously from time to time and finally she was able to watch without the turning in her stomach. It was a form of respect for her people. There were many things that Kára wished to say and ask. The birds have to eat everything? Why do they gotta eat the bones? Birds don't eat bones....do they? She questioned, ears flicking curiously. If she was going to learn something new, she was going to absorb as much info as she possibly could.

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Timori could not help but stare mouth agape at what the female was doing. He knew that he was probably being extremely rude by doing so, but he couldn’t help it; he had never seen one of his own kind flayed open in such a way. But he had expected such a visage to be coupled with a feeling of horror and rage, such as those associate with war. But the mood here was somber, peaceful; he was very put off.

Kára had tagged along beside him, and she too was shocked as to what was being seen. He was nearly tempted to cover her eyes but stood frozen. Soon other arrived; first Leon, who was quick chastise them both. Timori’s mouth closed quickly with an audible click and his ears folded down. Why was Leon so comfortable with this? Then Vesper appeared, and Sparrow, and Timori felt himself seemingly melting. They all seemed totally alright with all this, and even offered to help this female eviscerate the dead body.

Timori had been raised Catholic under Helotes, and believed the dead should be buried. This was so completely against what he had been taught that he did not know what to do, so he just took a step away from them all, but lingered. As disturbing as it was, he was still fascinated, and the tender way the female cut up her companion was nearly soothing. He watched her with glazed eyes.

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Ombre allowed for the other two to take over the ritual for her. She was glad for their willingness to help out. It allowed for the task to be completed while she spoke with the ones who didn't seem to understand, trying to offer an explanation and comfort all in one. She was trying to put their minds at ease while trying to explain the importance of what was going on. How this was actually an honor rather than some gruesome task. While she didn't expect them to accept what was happening and want it for themselves she did hope that they could at least respect it.

"Yes, they have to eat everything. It is good luck if they do." Which meant it would be bad luck if they didn't. And she wasn't looking to jinx anything so she refused to say as much. "That is thy the bones are broken and made into a powder to be mixed with the flour and added to the meat. Making it a powder makes it so that they are able to eat it." She sought to patiently explained things to the female. She seemed curious about the process and Ombre didn't mind educating her. Now it was the other male she was worried about, he still hadn't said anything since is initial approach.

She watched him back off and didn't know what else to do or say to try to put him at ease. Instead she moved over to join Vesper and Leon once more. The hybrid grabbed the sack of flour and poured some out on the ground. She made to gather up the powder that Vesper had created when breaking the bones and added to the flour that she had poured out. She sifted it with her hands, working on mixing it together, then moving over to the pile of meat that Leon had built up. The birds were already eating but that hardly mattered as she added the mixture to the pile, rubbing some of it into the meat to make sure it got consumed.


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